To my loyal blog followers (yes, all 2 or 3 of you), I’m sorry that I haven’t written in a while. I know that this blog is supposed to be about finding the happy and good things in the world, but this past week, I lost my grandmother, and honestly, there’s not much “good” and “happy” that you can find in that.
My friends and family have been awesome, providing food and pictures of baby animals. However, my mind just kept wandering back to an early episode of Grey’s Anatomy, and even though I knew that the premise of the episode was mainly sad, I still felt the need to watch it. Once I started watching, I remembered why: Cristina Yang.
For those of you who do not watch Grey’s Anatomy (which my brother calls “The Most Wishy-Washy Show on Television”), let me tell you about Cristina Yang (played expertly by Sandra Oh). Cristina is a surgeon. Boom. That’s it. She doesn’t want to be a mother, she’s a mediocre wife, and she’s an okay friend, but surgery is all she cares about. And not only that, she wants to be the BEST at it.
Despite her bloodthirsty hunger to be the world’s greatest surgeon (and world’s greatest heart surgeon at that), Cristina has moments when she says something and I think, “Yep, I totally get that.”
In the first episode of season 3 “Time Has Come Today,” Izzie (Katherine Heigl) is lying on the bathroom floor in a prom dress (long story), mourning the death of her fiance. Her roommates and friends don’t exactly know what to do about this. I mean, how do you comfort someone whose fiance died and is dealing with it by lying on the bathroom floor in a prom dress?
So, Meredith (Ellen Pompeo) starts making sandwiches and Cristina finally gets a grip on what’s going on with this line: “Yeah, I know what to do when someone dies. I am a Jew. I know food and death. It’s Shivah.”
This is the line that struck me because that’s what was going on in my house. People were bringing us food, and we comforted ourselves by eating. Even though my grandmother wasn’t Jewish, we still were in essence sitting Shivah. We didn’t want to work, we didn’t want to change clothes or sit in comfortable chairs–we just wanted comfort by food.
Now, after this week, I’m going to have to find comfort some other way because carbs are not my friends, but in the meantime, at least I feel like a fictional TV doctor gets what I’m going through.