BTW, I think Sally nailed it when she said to Betty, “He doesn’t know you won’t get treatment because you love the tragedy.” Why shouldn’t Betty love the tragedy? We see her dragging herself up the steps at school, perfectly made up, perfectly dressed, as her voice describes how she should be buried and as her daughter looks at a picture of her mother wearing the favorite blue chiffon, which is now hanging in the closet next to the fur coat, which she’s to be interred, intact, in the family plot. It’s a performance. A good one. And that is a powerful statement about life.
As Augustus lay dying, the man who made the Roman Empire though he had no physical gifts and could never stand combat but who defeated the most violent rivals, he had himself made up and raised in bed so he could greet his family one last time. His words, “Have I played the part well?”
Or Shakespeare, when MacBeth says:
“Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damn’d be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’”
Henry wants Betty to fight the inevitable but he doesn’t realize that would destroy her, that she is this person in her favorite blue chiffon with the perfect hair and makeup and she will fight this out as she has lived. It’s bravery. It’s tragedy. And she does love the tragedy because she knows this is how she can remain herself. This is who she is and this is how she’s going out.
And this from The Tempest, which could be said about Betty and the show in general:
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
And in Betty’s case, a sleep in blue chiffon.