Anita, I just read the same thread yesterday, completely agree...Charm, you started a good one!

The worst was when we were in the thick of it, and people would give "puppy dog eyes" or be too nice, treat us like they thought someone was dying.

When Vince was first diagnosed, one of my son's coaches, and a close family friend, who always razzed us, called being extremely sweet. I told him that if he started talking to me like he thought Vince was dying, I'd kick his butt. I knew he was there for our family, but was very happy when he went back to treating us in his normal snarky way. Ana