Terminal Cancer

I’m so upset! I got a small cold right before the holidays and it seemingly went away until a few days ago it came back with a vengeance. I’ve been hacking up a lung and can hardly breathe. I also have this gross sore inside of my nostril that only getting worse. It’s a throbbing persistent pain I originally thought was from all of the congestion and blowing of my nose, but anything I’ve tried to use to help this pain isn’t working. And the internet isn’t helping because it’s pretty much telling me it’s cancer, the last few times I’ve been to my general doctor she’s gaslit me into saying all my problems can be resolved with nature. I’m still dealing with painful bowl attacks and have nearly crapped myself several times since then.

So obviously I’m not in a great headspace due to this cold combined with all of my mental health issues.

All of this reached ahead today during the packer game, my one aunt has been on this washing hands kick because apparently her husband and son do not. I was talking to another one of my aunts and jokingly told her that I spit in her shower gel I gave her for Christmas. The first aunt who wasn’t listening to our conversation and going on and on about how our hands are so dirty immediately started in saying that I could kill her by doing that and I should know better. I asked her when she was taking a shower at the second aunts house because last time I checked shower gel isn’t used to wash hands.

Instead of apologizing she just continued to aggressively argue this point about hand washing.

This aunt is currently dealing with terminal cancer, however she’s always been very rude and callous even before her cancer diagnosis. So no it’s hard to feel bad for someone who’s so cruel.

I’m upset because once again my mom just let her belittle me and didn’t stop her at all. Neither did my other aunt. I’ve talked at nauseaum with my therapist about how this first aunts attitude has always affected negatively and how my family just lets her get away with it. I’m pissed. I’ve been dealing with serious mental health issues for months as well as a suicidal attempt. My depression is at an all time low. So her rude comments are not acceptable nor appropriate.

I want to figure out a way of talking with my family members about how they can better help with this situations because I’m at my wits end here. Either they tell my aunt to knock it off or I’ll simply stop coming around. I’m not their punching bag and I don’t appreciate everyone ignoring these snide comments.

Anyone know how I can talk with my family about this?

#CheckInWithMe #Depression #MajorDepressiveDisorder #SuicidalThoughts #Suicide #FamilyAndFriends

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