Now and then, I would be posting stories and prayers culled from my personal encounters with cancer patients. Those who know me must have known these through my un-published manuscript – A Dialogue With Being: Prayers and Reflections from the Bedside and Beyond.
At an emergency center:
C.Fellow: Hi, your face is familiar.
Patient: I know what you mean.
C.Fellow: You look like Tommy Lee Jones.
Patient: I know…people have been telling me that. I don’t like his notoriety though in his movies.
C.Fellow: So what kind of movies do you watch?
Patient: I have favorite movies and TV shows. I like to watch Jag.
C.Fellow: What about reality shows?
Patient: I don’t watch those stuff. I have enough reality.
When I’m hooked up to American Idol or other “reality” shows, buttressed by the clinical evidence of constricting blood vessels and bulging eyes, pucker-faced at every Simon Cowell’s nasty comment, chances are either, I am actually looking for a Cowell figure who would tell me what a clutter I’m in; or, I’m too restless to settle and self-recollect and have a more than a popcorn-gobbling presence with… guess Who?