Isn’t that what mr lupus often gently whispers in your ears as you sit alone in your lupus stupor and just for a moment you might even begin to believe it yourself. Personally there have been times when I have felt alone and a card carrying member of the great unloved but recently I have discovered that it’s not that no one cares, it’s simply that when you are walking or stumbling along the lupus road you are simply crying in a language that is hard for anyone else to understand.
How could they, lupus is the look good, feel bad disease that defies comprehension (sometimes even you don’t understand it) you really have to experience it to fully understand it (and even then it is questionable), so the next time you feel that no one cares remember that it is simply a matter of translation.
In order to get your needs met you need to tell (the right) people what that is. When you get into the habit of doing this you will discover that ‘everyone’ (well at least those closest to you) care. And irrespective of what else is going on you care!N