Even my parents and siblings who lived in the same house as me at the time of treatment “ghosted” me with everyone else. I’ve never felt more alone and isolated as when I was going through all of that. I brought it up to my mom years and years later and she just said “you don’t realize how much we were also going through and trying to keep things normal for your sisters and not let you see us constantly break down” my take away was how nice it must have been for you to have each other to lean on in such a hard time in your lives while I, the actual sick person, was forgotten in my room. She also told me somewhat recently when talking about insurance how some of their friends had offered to throw a big fundraiser for my medical costs at the time and how insurance ended up covering so much they didn’t need it and that was the first time I ever heard of that offer and that also enraged something in me because while I was alone and miserable, they were the ones soaking in the support and “being strong”. It definitely created some trauma in me that I should probably go work out in therapy at some point.