If I’d known which
movie we were about to watch, I would have run screaming and kicking in the opposite direction of my friend’s house. Illness, hospitals and the likes are
things I, if I have the choice, shun like the plague... I don’t know if
it’s because I’m a coward or due to the fact that I’ve had a little too much
experience in the field. Maybe it’s a combination of the two.
And I have been
to hospitals, blessing their existence, hundreds of times (no kidding, we have
veery active kids, whose doings at times have necessitated frequenting the
local hospital so often that we, as parents, were afraid of being imprisoned,
suspected for I don't know what), bringing or visiting family members, friends,
collegues, students... But voluntarily sitting down to 100 minutes of malady,
evolving around a guy getting his cancer diagnosis and his subsequent fight to
deal with and conquer it, is something I simply DON'T DO.
Usually. But my good
friend, whose house I was at, together with other people, had with usual care
and skill (she has great taste in books and films) chosen this particular
movie. So who was I, to refuse watching it. I braced myself and
sat, or rather lay, down in one corner of their very comfortable sofa, in front
of their very 50" plasma TV, with its very B & W surround sound
system. Between me and the screen was a beautifully laid table with crackers, a
great selection of cheeses, fruits, tea, wine... Chances were I would survive
the evening.
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