I first met Farrah Fawcett at a dinner party in the 1970s. Looking back on it now, it feels like several lifetimes ago, but today as I write this I remember it so clearly. That dinner party was the starting point, and though for the first few years, we didn't know each other well, eventually we grew closer and closer. There were countless memories that we shared, days we spent together, birthdays our families shared -- we were the best of friends, and we went through it all.
Being friends with anyone for 30 years is no easy task -- people change, they drift apart, they move on. In my life, there have been people that I was convinced would be around forever, and yet, somehow they managed to drift away after a couple of years. Likewise there have been people who have begun as casual acquaintances but become more important with each passing year. That's the way it was for Farrah and me. Our friendship evolved to always bring us closer together, and with each birthday, each holiday, we became more instrumental to each other's lives.
Part of what makes being a friend for that long so incredible but also so difficult is that you really never know what life is going to throw at you. Farrah was the last person I ever thought would get cancer. It never remotely crossed my mind that such a thing would happen. She was always too strong, too healthy, too full of life. But life is fragile -- even for someone as vibrant as she was. One day Farrah was fine, the next she was not. Yet through it all, I never heard her question "Why me?" I never saw her act like a victim.
She made the decision to fight her cancer and never wavered. It was very hard -- sometimes unbearable -- to watch my friend suffer, but I was in awe of her ferocious determination. Sometimes I thought it was her stubbornness and sheer willpower that got her through it. Other times I marveled at her heroism in waging war with an enemy who gave no hint as to where it might attack next -- or how much it would destroy in its path.
The time I spent with Farrah was a blessing and a gift for me. I feel privileged to have been part of all this. I am a different person, a better person, because of it. As sad and painful as the journey was, it gave me a new perspective on who I am and what is really important in life.
My Journey With Farrah is my journal of these past three years -- what I saw, what I felt, what I was going through with Farrah, and how it was affecting my own life. It is a celebration of our friendship as much as it is a chronicle of cancer treatment. Every time I pick up this book, every time I flip through its pages and read the stories of us together, it brings a small part of her back to life.
Ultimately, this book is a tribute to Farrah, her courage, and her indomitable spirit. It's a story for anyone who has walked this type of journey with someone they loved, and a testament to friendships like ours that happen around the world every day.
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I hope you are doing okay...i know how hard it is to lose a love one to this awful disease...
Look at the sun and think why can't i see behind it??? cause heaven is behind it!!!!! Love ya..you are a true loving person. karyn
Also, how much of the cost of care came out of her own pocket. I realize that she was wealthy (though probably not as wealthy as many think). It would also be helpful to know if her insurance company denied any of her claims. How much was the cost of care in Germany compared to what it cost here.
This is a significan
Her death is tragic, but she was brave enough to let the world see what she endured. Now it's time for the epilogue..
The day she died, Alana, I read it on the Internet, and just that fast Michael Jackson was dead and her death was moot in the media. My prayer for all of you, especially Redmond, is that you find peace and joy in your life in memory of her. It is no secret there was major abuse, substance and otherwise, in her, Ryan's, and Redmond's life for many years. Pay her memory forward to others, not for financial gain. Many people are struggling and need the hope that she had at the last. Maybe this could Ryan around, too. Nothing is impossible with God. I only say this because I am working through it myself. My Mom died 14 months ago. It still hurts to this day.
Farrah and I had sweet times, our boys went to the same school, we were soccor Moms...she was always so gentle and I was the wild cheerleade
Memories are the greatest thread, weaving the fabric of our hearts and connecting our souls forever.
It's been many moons since we shared our laughs together..
that was valualbe to her and offered her much-neede
battle.
But did you really have to write a book? And have it ready for publicatio
after her death? What else can we think but that you've had it ready - just waiting for
her to die to put it on sale? Am I wrong? Are you're donating all the profit to cancer research?
(If so, then please accept my apology, and admiration
But if you are doing this for your own profit, then know that not only will I not buy the
book, but I will be active in the effort to boycott it, and you. To enrich yourself so soon,
or ever, off of the ordeal of your luminous friend is....beyo