So, I'm 36 and my dad has terminal cancer. I don't have a relationship with my mother (I haven't in decades) and my brother is not emotionally able to deal with this "cancer" lark so it's left to me. I have amazing friends, family really I guess as we've known each other since childhood. They try to be supportive, but to be honest they don't understand and I find "a night out on the town will do you good" or "well, it's a ticking time bomb really isn't it?" annoy me no end. I find myself screaming at them in my head, or wanting to run away. I actually Googled "isolated holiday cottages", I won't obviously run away. I am living with dad, I am the only one doing anything. I go to every appointment, every treatment, I inject his heparin each day and work 10 hours a day to keep the bills paid. I just don't know how much longer I can keep "being so brave" (another hated platitude)