I've found since my diagnosis I've felt a lot of resentment and anger towards my family. Before being diagnosed with lymphoma I hadn't heard from most of them for months, or even years. We all live in the same city, but I was always sort of the odd one out when we got together. There were times where I'd go to a dinner get-together and no one would say a word to me the whole night.
So imagine my surprise when I'm getting phone calls all day, and visitors dropping by out of no where.
It doesn't help that there had been no cancer in my family before me, so their knowledge was beyond limited. It took weeks to get them to stop referring to my diagnosis as "Lam-Fa-Do-Mia?"
I bore through the usual conversations of;
"Is your hair going to fall out?" Probably "Oh no... I don't think it will"
"Ooohhh Lamfadomba, right... I think Drew had that once" No, Drew didn't have it, it's a type of cancer. "What? You have cancer?"
But I think the final straw came when;
"I was watching The Doctors, and they had an episode on Limfomba. You probably caught it from your pet rats."
I try talking to my mum about it. She tells me not to let it get to me. They're just trying to help. I wish I could say they'd help more by just leaving me alone. Or god forbid maybe they pull up google and take some time to learn about what I'm going through. But you can't pick your family, I guess.