When I was 12 and undiagnosed the 1st pediatrician told my mom that I was losing weight to gain attention from her. YEAH RIGHT!!! You forgot to mention that I was bleeding w/constipation, had abdominal pain, ran low grade fevers, and was tired all the time but go ahead with that dx idiot. Luckily, his partner didn't see it that was and told her that something was seriously wrong and referred us to a GI who ran a battery of tests on me to find out that I had Crohn's.
Over the years, I had family members I wasn't even close to tell me that I should be taking this medication or that one, try this diet to cure me, blah blah blah.....then I had so called friends tell me that if I stressed out I'd be making myself sick. The only thing that made me sick was their ignorance.
The kicker was my own sister really never supported me as she thought I was faking my illness and a drug addict. Before her wedding 15 yrs. ago, I had to take a few months off of work due to a nasty flare and then on her wedding day I still wasn't up to par but I got through it. Come to find out from one of the bridal party members that my sister was telling everyone that I was out to ruin her big day on purpose by getting sick.
I had a low key wedding because we were saving up for a house plus it was the first time in a while I was in remission & I didn't need any more stress. My sister started trouble w/my folks by claiming I said and did all these terrible things (which I didn't do) so nobody from my family attended the ceremony. Their loss really as it was a very nice wedding and we had a blast at the reception w/an AWESOME dinner as it was paid for months ahead of time so his family got to order whatever they wanted off the special menu.
I haven't spoken to my sister in 6 yrs. and haven't seen my nieces or nephews whom I truly miss. I don't miss her starting trouble, the lies, false accusations, etc. My husband was right all along that she has some sort of mental issues and needs help but she won't get any because she won't admit it.
The only funny thing looking back now is she use to call me the "bag lady" when I first got my ileostomy in high school. That bag saved my life.