I’m often surprised at how similar us humans act after getting a cancer diagnosis. Many go through: freaked out, giving objects away, end of life planning, enlightened, etc. One thing I’m not sure if I had/have in common with others, is my television viewing preferences.
In the beginning, (vague because I’m not exactly sure when this took place) I was unable to watch any kind of program on television. I felt it was a waste of my time. If my time was limited, why would I spend it in such a non-meaningful way? Every moment was to be perfect, meaningful, and fulfilling. (Read: exhausting, draining, and far too much pressure to put on oneself.)
In the middle, I began to watch programs with SW. I’d giggle how we were spending my, presumed limited, time watching bad shows or movies. It was funny to me. I’d chuckle, then get right back to snuggling since our one television is located in our chilly basement.
Now, I am very okay with spending my time watching television as long as I am entertained. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t watch a lot of television. And by ‘television’ I’m lumping movies in there too. I am very selective on what kind of program I watch. For the most part, I prefer light and funny. I stay clear of shows like Breaking Bad. I’ve toyed with the idea of watching Big C but gosh, I don’t think it is a good fit for me.