With her cancer spreading and her kidneys failing, my Mother doesn’t have much time left. Due to her declining health, she is ensconced in her bedroom, and her world is limited to the second floor of the house with a full bath and a spare bedroom that functions as a kitchenette. She remains, for the most part, in bed, unable to exert herself too much without getting winded. As such, the television is her window to the world; her outlet; her escape.