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I'm not going to speak badly of people I love who might stumble upon my words. But I will say this about most of my mom's and dad's siblings: They make me furious because they are making no effort to understand my mom's illness.
My mother's brothers talk behind her back about her being lazy. Yes, of course... because a woman with about 1/10 the amount of blood cells a normal person has, and whose steroid medication is slowly killing the rest of her body, is such a couch potato.
My father's siblings just tell her she should try to walk and get out more often. At my parents' anniversary party, one of them said to mom (who was outside in her wheelchair for the first time in a year) that she could go outside like that every day. So I turned to her, and very calmly but very firmly said "Aunt Pat, do you see that big bruise running down her arm? That's not a bruise. That's internal bleeding."
Still, they never ever get it.
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