“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

choosing to harm you. And I’m sorry doesn’t cover it, but I don’t have better words.”

My mother’s eyes filled, but she didn’t interrupt him this time.

Thomas added, voice thick, “I made jokes while you were suffering. I mocked you for being weak when you were the strongest person in the house. I’m ashamed of who I was.”

I looked at them—these people who continue reading …