I cried when she walked down the aisle.
I laughed and nodded when she asked why she wore a bra that day (as they went out shopping). I hate wearing them because they restrict my breathing.
It was hard watching. I could feel her pain when she was coughing with no end in sight (though not to the extreme she did of course). Its scary to watch someone with your disease, on TV, as a real person, dying. Its no fun, and though I enjoyed the documentary, I almost wished I hadn't watched. I don't like seeing my fate played out before me. Its scary.
I cried when she got her new lungs and was able to leave the hospital and start her life with her new husband.