One of the worst things about having a terminal disease is an underlying sense of powerlessness. It doesn’t come to the surface often, but it’s there. I don’t care how much positive attituding, healthy eating, exercising, or pill swallowing you do. Short of a medical miracle, an organism inside you is going to kill you before you can kill it. But Diablo helps. Diablo III the video game that is.
In it I play a witch doctor able to summon five “pets” to help me. I also have a follower. It’s kinda like a medical team. Together we strike out to save the world. During my travels, I fight hundreds upon hundreds of gruesome creatures. Often dozens of them come in waves for several minutes of non-stop, intense action. Almost always we emerge victorious. One of my followers typically crys out how glorious the battle was. By then I’m usually sorting through all the weapons and armor dropped by the monsters we killed, keeping the best and selling the rest.
It’s a wonderful experience for me. There’s absolutely no sense of powerlessness. Gotta love video games.