I've cut most of my dad's side of the family off, because they are in the consistent habit of making just about anything up to avoid being wrong. Like, if you asked them to please not step on your toes, they will argue tooth and nail that your toes don't exist, shouldn't have been there, and you were crazy / stupid…
I've had the dubious fortune to have a serious chronic illness myself, and to be involved with other seriously ill people.
I am waiting by the phone, and for 8:30 to roll around so I can grab my things and drive to San Antonio.
I didn't get the best hand of cards, weight-wise. Both of my parents have yoyoed between two and five hundred pounds for the past thirty years. My dad's dad managed to be that big during the great depression.