Thursday, June 25, 2009

I Don't Really Know What to Say Now.


I had a post in mind earlier today, about Farrah Fawcett. Farrah wasn't a huge influence on my life, truthfully, until fairly recently. Elliott, the 70s television aficionado that he is, really got me in to Charlie's Angels back earlier this century. We have watched lots of Jill Munroe episodes, and here are a few things that 70s Farrah has...great hair, perfect (perfect) teeth, and she could wear a bikini at 29, and that makes me jealous. AND...Charlie's Angels is an awesome show. If you haven't seen it, I am sure TV Land will be running a marathon soon. Oh, and The Burning Bed. She really was great in that movie...

It's really the Farrah that I saw in the show on a few weeks ago, about her living with anal cancer that truly made me respect this woman. I have known personally only one person that has lived a slow, painful death with prostate cancer. He held on as long as he could because he loved his family. Watching him die, although I didn't see it on a daily basis, was almost unbearable. Farrah made it her personal mission, after being diagnosed with this horrible disease, to educate anyone and everyone, first and foremost, herself, about this type of cancer. She want ed it video taped, and as painful and horrible as it was to watch, I can't imagine what she was going through. She didn't want it hidden away. She wanted people to know what this is like, and I admire her beyond imagination. She is a true fighter. She wanted so much to survive, and she tried her hardest.

Farrah should, of course, be seen as a great icon, but now, we should see her as a true warrior. She was a FIGHTER, and I hope she is remembered most for that.

And Michael Jackson...I suppose I will tackle this mind f*** tomorrow...

2 comments:

icancarryallthebagsandthebabiestoo said...

Yes. What a sad, sad day.

A bird also crashed into the house that I'm staying at and broke a leg and fell to the ground. When I called the "rescue" they said to take it into the woods and leave it there. Uh...? A neighbor came and took it away in a big cardboard box and is taking it to someone who helps birds tomorrow.

That's a longwinded way of saying that I dealt with near death in my life today too.

I'm not cut out for death or dying. I'm just not going to be good at it. I can tell.

Laura $ said...

i'm so glad someone came to save that bird!

i had a really bad experience with a baby bird falling out of a nest once. i don't deal with death well either.