When I was around 12, I developed an obsession with infectious diseases. I read a million books about Ebola, Legionnaires' disease, Hanta, and all the rest. So when the movie Outbreak came out, I. was. ob.sessed. I think I must have come across it at the video store, and the rest is history. I watched it approximately eight million times. The trailer, which I never saw until the magic of Youtube, is above.
When I found out about all the tumors in my boob, I thought of this masterpiece of American cinema. Specifically, when Donald Sutherland is predicting the spread of the virus, and he flatly marks the progression of time and spread of the disease - "24 hours, 36 hours, 48 hours..." It's around 1:20 in the above trailer. I pictured all my small tumors growing and connecting, turning my breast into a mass of red. Red = bad, on the map DSuth is showing.
If you're at all familiar with the plot of this movie (in which Patrick Dempsey makes an extremely embarrassing appearance) you might remember that Donald Sutherland wants to blow up this little town to contain the virus. (And something about biological weapons...)
To make his case, Sutherland urges the other decision makers (who are they? No idea) to "be compassionate, but be compassionate globally." Yes, I just recited that from memory. And yes, I do see the irony in the idea of being compassionate "globally" now that I am globe-less.
I went with Donald Sutherland on this one. I blew up the town. I chopped off the boobs.
It's not for everyone.