Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance

Cancer

Hey all, I am back with another thing that pisses me off.

Now, everyone knows that cancer is bad. It's a horrible disease, and it claims thousands of lives every year. There are many different kinds, making it a very diverse disease.

However, the disease itself is not what I'm here to rant about.

What I would like to discuss is the treatment of people that have it by others in society.

My sister, last February, was diagnosed with brain cancer. And after an 8 hour surgery, 31 radiation treatments and almost 2 years of chemo, the cancer is gone.
This, because of side effects, made her very thin and also took her hair.
Which, for most people, is an immediate indicator that they need to ask five million questions, hug her, and offer some sort of monetary gift to be helpful.
The thing that makes me angry, however, is how people view the person that has been afflicted.
The amount of sheer pity that is given, specifically when not needed, pisses me off more than most any other thing within this world.
My sister's cancer has technically been gone since radiation. The chemo was a preventive step, to make sure the cancer doesn't come back.
But, because of her hair still being short and her still being rather thin, everyone looks at her and assumes that she's either still sick or dying, without being intelligent enough to ask the correct questions, or simply minding their own fucking business.

Furthermore, the change in my family since my sister got sick has annoyed me to the point that I'm looking into moving away. When my sister got sick, I knew immediately that I would no longer exist. And this sounds selfish; however, with the way my family works, they can't usually focus on more than one thing at a time.
So, slowly, I stopped existing.
Suddenly, my sister could do no wrong. My mom would find an excuse for her behaviour.
She couldn't be corrected. She received anything she wanted by giving mom a pout.
She would throw money at my sister like it wasn't an issue, but for me, a few dollars was too much to spare.
I would be met with a groan, a sigh, or a guilt trip.
Or she would let it go for the moment, then use it against me later on.

I have a second part to this, which I'll be finishing shortly.
This is basically just a big jumble of nonsense to let off some steam about things that anger me.
But then again, that's basically all this book is.