It made me bawl my eyes out.
Then the next episode was all about how she and her husband start the road of treatment, how they have to make hard and fast decisions, how they deal with each other and I cried through the whole thing.
(plus, that lady in the blue turban scarf thingie is from Gilmore Girls, too, so maybe there is some kind of tv loyalty karma goin' on)
My husband asked me why I was so emotional about it. After all, I don't have cancer, my mother doesn't have cancer, nobody immediately close to me has cancer. But I told him, "This is exactly what it feels like to have the rug ripped out from under you. They are nailing it."
When I got diagnosed with PKD, I thought I was okay. I was sort of initially prepared for something scarier---cancer, even, and when the tech who did my initial back MRI told me her thoughts (against all rules, and against her better judgement, but I was hounding her for why she kept me in the machine 15 minutes longer than she told me she was going to), I immediately thought, "I don't have that. I've never heard of that. You must be wrong." I talked to my family, and everybody said you can't trust what a tech says, because they don't know what they are talking about. But when my doctor called at 7:30 the next morning, that tech's guess was confirmed.
I spent the morning googling PKD. I'm here to tell you, Google is an awesome tool, but this is what happens when you use it for medical advice