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My sister along with myself and 2 of our cousins are going to have a lunch together tomorrow. My Aunt, (my cousin’s mom) passed away 1yr ago tomorrow from horrible pancreatic cancer, and us girls are getting together with our kids (there are 9kids total) and just hanging out. We all know it’s going to be on our minds, so we might as well be there for/with eachother. We’re very close as it is, so we’re all in this together. What is a good comfort food for lunch? I’m thinking of a homemade bread pudding? Possibly a kahlua bread pudding for the adults…but looking for ideas…. any suggestions? Thanks =)

My sister along with myself and 2 of our cousins are going to have a lunch together tomorrow. My Aunt, (my cousin’s mom) passed away 1yr ago tomorrow from horrible pancreatic cancer, and us girls are getting together with our kids (there are 9kids total) and just hanging out. We all know it’s going to be on our minds, so we might as well be there for/with eachother. We’re very close as it is, so we’re all in this together. What is a good comfort food for lunch? I’m thinking of a homemade bread pudding? Possibly a kahlua bread pudding for the adults…but looking for ideas…. any suggestions? Thanks =)

I lost my Dad (just a hair short of his 80th birthday) almost three years ago to pancreatic cancer.
A few months back, I had a dream about him that I loved. He looked about 40. He was wearing the white t-shirt and jeans he used to work in (he was a gardener), he had slicked down shiny black hair, and boy did he look athletic and full of beans. He was in a catcher’s crouch, warming up a men’s fast pitch softball pitcher. As I walked by, he flicked the ball back to the pitcher like it was effortless and shot me a big ol’ grin of pearly whites.

Last summer mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and the prognosis was not good. One night while mom was in the hospital my sister and brother really went off on me. They screamed for hours, telling me how much they hated me. I was so devastated I almost killed myself. A few weeks later mom told me what it was about. They were trying to drive me to suicide so they could get her estate(mom’s ENTIRE estate is probably less then $250,000. I guess that’s the value of my life). Mom had told them she was leaving me everything because I needed it and they don’t(my brother is a millionaire, my sister would be very well off if she didn’t gamble it away). She also told them they didn’t deserve it because they didn’t help take care of her or our late father. I have been so depressed and angry ever since. I think about suicide constantly. To make matters worse mom is on their side and wants me to maintain good relations with them(she’s leaving me everything out of gratitude, she never wanted me and has never stopped letting me know it). How do I deal with this? No preaching please.
BTW, mom was misdiagnosed. She had the most curable type of cancer and has been declared cancer free.

There are all kinds of medically recognized disorders and diseases. Some are mild and simply annoying, some are extreme and life threatening. As diverse as the difference between pancreatic cancer to dwarfism or schizophrenia. Some may be life-threatening, others perhaps ‘benign’ but still disabling.
I’ve had experience in my family with a range of unusual and diverse disorders, from arteriovenous malformation (causing partial paralysis) to leukemia, autism, depression, OCD and Tourette syndrome. People with paranoia, pituitary gland tumors, lung cancer and multiple other diseases.
All of these have caused significant psychological pain and physical pain.
My question is, do you perceive these disorders differently?
Do you empathize with the physical pain of cancer but deny that a person can have a medical reason for his or her strange actions or ideas? Do you treat people with different disorders differently- are you kind to a cancer patient but look upon a mentally ill person with scorn?
I’m trying to see how people perceive different disorders in a social setting…how you’d treat them, how you’d look at them, if you’d blame them for it or pity them?
Thanks.