The problem, of course, is that she isn't going to get any sympathy that isn't Connie Poirier. Everyone else will have remembered her being a very poor sport fifteen years ago when she wanted to avoid having a fiftieth birthday party. You and I and most of them see themselves as celebrating the happy occasion of a friend living to fifty and having many happy years of positive accomplishments ahead of her. Elly exists in the world of darkness Connie thinks Molly lived in and saw them as either about to introduce her to Dr Kevorkian or to stuff her in a gimp suit, winch her up to the ceiling and blast the shit out of her with a laser beam as they chant "Renew! Renew!" owing to this irritating habit she has of looking in the mirror, wondering when she got so oooooold, claiming that five years ago, she felt young and screaming at people with the temerity to tell an evil lie about how five years ago, she felt young five years earlier than that.
The upshot is that most people get tired of the crazy, angry woman making the same annoying, self-pitying speech in lieu of actually doing something about a problem and will probably make nasty jokes behind her back about how her grave marker will read "I told you I was sick but no one listens."