This past week a friend of mine came to visit and brought a DVD to help pass the time. She had picked a comedy and was all ready to while away a few hours. Of course, it was only a few minutes into the movie until one of the main characters was hugging the toilet from chemotherapy and my friend was appalled that she had brought something like this back into my home. Me? The Bucket List had made me uncomfortable for a few minutes, sure. One, no one likes to be reminded of hospital visits where they, too, were hugging hospital toilets. Two, I couldn’t dream of a hospital visit lasting so long that you could plan a Bucket List and three, I couldn’t imagine beginning to feel well enough to even consider one. Mostly, I was struck by how movies treated illness and my friend’s reaction.