Thursday, January 18, 2007

I just can't bring myself to do it... (otherwise known as an open letter to Shonda Rhimes)

So Shonda... long time no watch your show. Ok just the last couple of weeks to be honest. I dvr'd the shows sure, but I haven't watched them and I am not going to watch George's Dad die. I just am not going to do it. The only thing that would open up the gaping hole in my heart because of the loss of my Grandmother last summer due to complications from HER heart valve transplant would have been had you given George's Dad MRSA and had to have his family gowned up for his last moments on this earth like we had to (but Seattle Grace wouldn't dare have that happen).

I probably will never be strong enough to actually watch those episodes, ever. Especially now that my Mom called and told me that she watched it and it was brutal. Especially now that my great Aunt called and told my Mom that she now has to have a valve transplant because her heart valve is leaking. So Shonda, I am proud you won your Golden Globe. Display that trophy proudly girl because let me tell you... some of your scenes pure hooey, absolute soap opera madness, but this one (which again, I will probably never watch), this one, with poor George's lovely turkey hunting galoot of a Dad... dead? Truth. Absolute 100% unabated truth. I knew he would go. If he didn't I would have really been pissed off at you because that wouldn't be truth.

Denny... that one was a shocker in that minute, but because we know how heart surgeries and transplants go, it made me sad and made me think about my Grandma. This I couldn't even watch because I knew. I know how it ends.

And now with the news of my Grandma's Sister having to go through this surgery, it scares the crap out of me that its going to be the same result. Call me a pessimist. But I tell you Shonda... truth. Thank you for your truth. For your multi cultural A personality nuerotic characters. For your medical truthiness (see its not all realistic... some of it maybe just hooey but I am not faulting your decisions for good soapie drama... by the way... I don't need to see Arye Gross almost nekkid ever again, but thank you for the Sklar Brothers, I do think they are tasty). But most of all. Thank you for not having a nice pink bow of happyiness in regards to George's Dad. You would have lost me all together, thank you for your honesty in having people have complicated lives and complications from their surgeries. Thats truth.

And my truth is, I am glad I have the shows on dvr should I have the strength to go through my own personal hell of last summer I will watch, but don't plan on it. I don't even want to read the blogs about it. I will come back next week.

So Shonda, thank you for your show. Thank you for being honest. I just won't ever actually see it. I just can't go through that sadness ever again. I am sad every day for my loss, I just am sad that George is going to have to go through it. I had PoPo to help me through but that is it, please please please let George's friends be better to him than mine were to me. If you do one thing that isn't what I know as truth, let it be that. Let his friends surround him. Thats all I ask.

Congrats again on that trophy... may an emmy be next (her wings are great for roasting marshmallows, trust me, I have done it, seriously.)

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edited to add: Krista AND Shonda... thank you for sharing the truth behind the episode. It makes me know that one day I might be able to watch it. And you didn't kill George's dad I know this. Complications did.

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