Ah, empathy

My brother compared my cancer treatment exhaustion to being tired from writing an essay all night. I tried to explain why mine was a little more upsetting and he wonders why I'm "seeking pity". It's not like you're going to wither away, he says. Actually yes, yes, it could be like that.

For bonus empathy, my sister told me to suck it up and get a good job, and my mother told me I'm her least responsible child, and that I'm using cancer as an excuse for being lazy.

Thank you, family. Thank you for being so fucking empathetic.