Originally saw the play performed at Kennedy Center. Unfortunately, I missed some essential aspects of the (primarily) monologue due to the overt reactions of members of the audience around me. Judith Light was embarking on John Donne's version of wit, and I was holding the hand of the sobbing man next to me (my husband was holding my other hand, and had a few teary moments as well). My husband recognized his own need for further understanding of "w;t" as well as my own wish for comprehension, so he purchased the screenplay and we both read it.
Cynics are welcome to react with the generic approach to research, and oncology's dispassionate involvement between physician and patient. For those of us who have braved the ordeal of loving a professor, a physician, a mother, a father, a child, a friend, a neighbor, a professional and/or a technician, I dare say that everyone of us has known at least one other who has undergone the transformation from one state of being to succumbing to the state of being that is succinctly titled as: cancer patient.
"W;t" does not mire anyone in the lonliness that is the 50 year old professor with no immediate family and whose main claim to fame is her incredible knowledge of the famed poet John Dunne. For those of us who have read and been moved by "Death Be Not Proud," Dunne has already touched our lives (for me, it was required reading in seventh grade). What I missed in the theater production, I received twice again in the reading of the screenplay.
I laud all who created what is "W;t" and only pity those who choose to neglect it.