My entitled grandmother hijacks my brother's cancer diagnosis and somehow makes the entire situation all about herself,

as she constantly pulls the attention away from him in a way that is truly toxic and unsupportive.

Here's what happened.

Okay, so recently, my older brother developed a strange lump in his neck.

This had been a month-long ordeal, so I'm going to start at the beginning.

Upon receiving this news, my brother's first reaction was just to call my mother and father, allowing them to spread the news if they wanted to. My mom told her mom, so they could send him food, clothing, money, etc. Well, my entitled grandma, who is the subject of this story, didn't become aware of this until about a week or so after the initial acknowledgement of the possibility of cancer. And this was mostly because she wasn't going to do anything but pester

everybody. She then proceeded to call my brother and yell at him for not telling her first

and how he's so selfish for keeping this diagnosis from her a nurse. Now, I find this so stupid

because she's a CNA. And no insults to CNAs. I mean, you guys are wonderful. And my family is a family of nurses and doctors. I mean, even my brother is going to medical school himself. Not to mention that her being a nurse does not entitle her to know information about something going on with us. We did not want to tell extended family yet because we weren't sure if it was cancers or something else. We didn't want to create unnecessary worry. Throughout the month, she had been calling and texting him nonstop, and when he didn't respond, she would blow up my phone and my other brother's phone. Now, I don't live with my brother, and admittedly, I don't have much contact with him, so I don't know why she called me 45 times within two days. I had to block the

numbers so I could get through school without my phone constantly buzzing in my pocket. She finally

stopped when my dad stepped in and forced her to stop. Now at this point, we hadn't heard much

from her at the time, but unfortunately, this is where things really go south, as my grandma goes

crazy in a way that I honestly never expected. Anyway, so we had to go to where my dad lives so he could have it removed. Insurance problems were the reason we couldn't stay in town and it was just supposed to be my dad, my mom, and me. And I was mostly there for my mom because I didn't want her to be alone. When we let family know, she decided to call my brother up and demanded that we go to Mayo Rochester for a second

opinion. But the thing is, we didn't even have the first opinion. All we knew is that the lump has been

taken out. It hasn't even been biopsied yet or even sent to pathology. And she kept insulting the

hospital we were going to and that Rochester was so much closer. But in fact, it's a lot farther.

We were going to Bell End. And this made my dad angry because he works at the hospital, and also it's Belland. My dad then calls her and tells her to shut up. Well, finally, we got some silence, and we were hoping that that would be it, but of course it wasn't. The initial trip was going to be a three and a halfday trip. We would leave Tuesday night to the hospital and leave Friday afternoon.

It was just going to be the four of us. However, in true fashion that only my grandmother can exude, she decided to butt into the situation once more.

She announces on Facebook that she'll be going to her grandbaby surgery to be there for him and that they should pray for her and not him. We were also not aware

she was coming until that announcement. A day before we had to leave, we suck things up and try to

keep things nice and stress free for my brother. When we arrived, it was smooth at first. The first night,

we got dinner and discussed plans for the next day. My brother had a CT at 915, and then a consult

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