I have mixed feelings about these shows. They do make me feel a bit sad but I couldn’t NOT watch them, that would be impossible. In fact I’m glad there’s no 24-hour brain surgery channel or I’d be glued to the tv all day and night – sitting slack-jawed on the sofa, shovelling in popcorn as skull after skull opens up before me.
This week Brain Hospital featured a man with more than 20 secondary brain tumours. The neurosurgeon told him he could expect to live for perhaps 9 months with radiotherapy (a few weeks without). He said ‘I’m going to beat that’. When I heard this I thought ‘poor deluded bastard’ but of course he wasn’t deluded – it’s the way he chose to think. If you’re on the way out anyway, the only difference you can make is how you deal with it.
I sometimes wonder how I’d react in the same circumstances. Would I shrug my shoulders and hum ‘que sera sera’ or would I throw myself on the floor at the doctor’s feet, drumming my fists and feet against the floor like my 3-year-old niece in tantrum mode? The latter would make for better tv, if a slightly uncomfortable experience for my loved ones.
In any case this poor chap died in 6 months but if he retained his positive attitude I’m sure he made the process easier on his family. I’m not certain that I would be able to do the same.
Apologies to my international readers for the fast and loose use of slang in this blog (although it is unlikely to change).
After reading my last post B’s brother Jens looked up ‘FFS’ in an online dictionary but was forced to conclude that I probably did not mean:
fill, weight and seal equipment [abbr.: FFS][tech.]
Google then set him straight.
My first Tripadvisor review (of our disappointing dinner in the Cotswolds) is now available here (user cheesy_paws).