Look, I'm not a Patrick Swayze fan, and because I am a straight male I didn't enjoy Ghost or Dirty Dancing. In fact, I never even saw more than about five minutes of Ghost. I prefer to keep my good memories of Patrick Swayze like Red Dawn. Now that was a movie.
The National Enquirer is reporting that Patrick Swayze has five weeks to live because he is suffering from cancer that has spread through his entire body. I am all for getting a scoop, but somehow it doesn't seem right that if you do only have a few weeks to live that the entire world is going to watch you live those final weeks, and that you are going to have to spend those final weeks dodging paps because they want some last photo of you.
If Patrick only has five weeks, and it is just the headline that says it, then let the man enjoy his last few weeks without having to look over his shoulder or wonder if there is a pap in the bush outside his home. He and his wife have been married forever, and I wish them all the best. I think it really sucks what The Enquirer did. I don't think there is an actual line anyone has ever defined. I know that I don't want a body bag photo of someone, and I don't want to post any photos of Patrick from here on out, but it seems to me that someone should be allowed to live their final days without everyone doing some kind of countdown to see if The Enquirer was correct.
If you want to read the entire National Enquirer story click here.