Dad’s pancreatic cancer has metastasized and he is feeling more fatigued, unable to eat as much as he used to. “Well-wishers “ (especially extended family) keep talking like he’s already dying. I’m grateful for thoughts and prayers and all acts of kindness but I admit a part of me wishes for no contact (at least at this moment), their preaching and holier than thou attitude, is getting me down. I almost feel like a puppy being patted on the head—oh you poor thing, your mom died 9 years ago and now you have this. The most critical ones have not yet experienced the deaths of their parents nor do they have experience with this type of illness yet talk as if they know better and treat us like a duty, a charity case. It’s sad because the last time I saw most “family” was at mom’s funeral. Since then, no attempts at a real connection. Just a lot of judgment and pity. So sad that people rush over for imminent death but are not around for life. Has anyone else had to endure this?