Another fiction that exploits cancer disease, stupidly and for no reason. I don't understand what these films with such a plot are for, that they serve nothing more than to hurt the feelings and grief of cancer patients and their relatives and family members. It should be a self-censorship that avoids producing these films with these cheap plots.

Pretentious garbage. Painful, no, EXCRUTIATING to watch! Let us bask in the awesomeness of each other. Yuck. Narcissistic drivel. Please, make it stop.

Brilliant and sensitive, Grace and Grit makes you feel like you were right there with Ken and Treya Wilber when they fell in love, got married, and then navigated their way through Treya's cancer diagnosis and treatments. This unfiltered account includes tenderness, passion, confusion, fatigue, humor, commitment, doubt, recommitment, and reconciliation. Through it, we see that even the most sophisticated intellectual understanding cannot shield the human spirit from the trauma of sickness and pain. Beautiful, poignant scenes show the inevitability of the integration of mind, and body and soul. Between the life and death seriousness, you'll find astute portrayals of a Texas oil family, woo woo healers, and physicians of the 1980s. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and in the end, you'll be transformed.