I read a lot of stories of people whose parents were distraught by their diagnosis and many of the young adults I know personally had their parents by their side when they were sick.
I was diagnosed a couple months after turning twenty. I lived in New England, my parents in Florida, so when I got the news I had to tell them by phone. They were pretty upset, and after the initial shock wore off they kept in pretty close contact with me for a couple months. My mom even came to visit me for two days.
Still, for the most part I went through treatment with only my boyfriend by my side, and after a few months the novelty seemed to wear off and my parents stopped calling to check in. I even went through a month of chemo without them calling. Now, six months after my diagnosis, every time I talk to my mom she complains about her relationship or her job, and if I'm lucky, as an afterthought, she asks how I'm feeling. Our conversations are like "Yeah, I start outpatient chemotherapy tomorrow. I'm really worried about the side effects. The last time I had methotrexate I had really bad mouth sores and I couldn't eat or drink for days." "oh that sucks. i think i might have the flu."
It has really been bothering me. I'm wondering if, because they haven't been here, they just don't grasp the magnitude of what I went through. If maybe I downplayed how sick I was to the point that they just think I had a few months of nausea. My father has flat-out told me not to send him any pictures of me since I lost my hair, which leads me to suspect that they just want to deny the fact that I am even sick.
It sucks, I don't know how to convey to them that what I went through was very difficult and life-altering.
I feel silly throwing out a long rant like this, but it has just been bothering me, and maybe there's someone else out there that has had to go through this too.