Something wicked this way comes.
I never watch daytime TV unless I'm crocheting, and arthritis plus grumpiness has made that not too thrilling, so the chances of my seeing something on the Oprah Winfrey Network are pretty slim. My evening television is pretty much centred on Law and Order clones, when I'm not watching Castle or Fringe, so OWN is not a nighttime option either.
Hah! The other day I had a large load of picky laundry---tablecloths and napkins, dishtowels and other stuff that needs folding, so I turned on the TV, surfed a bit and got engulfed in Oprahstuff. The show that caught me was called Enough Already, and was about people who need help organizing their junk. I actually chose it because I thought it would be easy to turn off when my laundry was folded.
Hah! again. This show centred around a family whose father was diagnosed with leukemia, has been fighting it for 13 years and finally has been told he only has months to live. He tires easily and wanted to be able to sit downstairs and visit with family and friends, but his living room and a couple of other rooms are piled high with things the family buys, loses interest in and stashes.
I kind of liked the guy who was the clean-up expert; he seemed to know his stuff, and on top of that, he was compassionate and understanding from the get-go. There's nothing I like better than high-stakes emotionalism, usually my own, and how could I miss with this show?
Since it's flashy beginnings, I've been a non-watcher of reality TV yet here I found myself unable to look away for an hour while a truly troubled family was led through a problem that was just a symbol of their root issues.
The man-I-thought-was-an-interior-decorator-wannabe said the right things, took the right action, offered to turn off the cameras when it was appropriate and gave this family good advice for their emotional issues and their stacking-junk issues. He even wrapped it all up together by getting them to have a yard sale with proceeds going to the Leukemia Association.
I may never be able to walk past the TV at 2 in the afternoon again. Evil, I tell you!