No evidence of disease

I thought this was the regular kind of "cancer sucks" personal story but that took a turn. Bravo on the title.

Anyway this part hit me hard

Cancer is a crucible that tests every relationship you have. One of its first lessons is that having your relationships tested sucks. At 33, Diane found herself in the role of patient zero for many of her friends, their first time confronting real illness. Some of them disappeared. Others wrapped themselves so tightly in platitudes that they might as well have not been there. Still others accepted the news, but did not seem to internalize it, talking and behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, as if the best way to deal with the cancer was to ignore it. And a few sterling people came through, offering comfort, giving rides, showing up, and finding creative ways to help.

My mom became chronically sick when I was a young adult, and died while I was in my mid thirties. My friends have no idea what to do or say. None of them of asked to come to the funeral. But I don't blame them. I plan on asking to go (one day hopefully crazy long into the future) when it's their turn.

I remember reading a comment during the fad of people online self-diagnosing with DID/Dissociative Identity Disorder that basically said that healthy people do not invent having psychiatric disorders. The gist of it was “They are sick. Not with DID, but they are sick.” I hope this woman gets the help she needs.