My Journey with Farrah - Alana Stewart [26]
December 2, 2007
This morning Mimmo picked Farrah and me up and took us for a walk on a path along an incredibly beautiful lake about fifteen minutes away from the clinic. The day was like a gift from God; the sun was sparkling on the water, the mountains rising majestically in the background. Farrah was looking great and feeling better than she has in a long time. We walked for almost an hour, and although she was full of energy, I was exhausted and had to sit down and rest. She didn’t let me hear the end of it, either! We had a wonderful time, laughing and joking. She felt so grateful for such a perfect day, and it made me happy to see her in such good spirits.
Farrah was tired from the day and wanted to talk to Ryan and go to bed early, so I went to dinner with Mimmo and some of his friends at a famous Bavarian beer garden. Many of the Germans were wearing their traditional Bavarian clothing: lederhosen for the men and dirndls for the women. It was like being in another era. I went back to Mimmo’s afterward and ended up sleeping there. I guess I could hardly say I slept. It’s a wonder I can even walk! He told me again that he’s in love with me. I know he’s hoping I’m going to tell him I’m in love with him, but the truth is that I can’t honestly say that. I’m crazy about him and I’m sure attracted to him sexually, but I don’t want to rush into anything. It’s unusual for me to be this attracted to a man and not want it to be something more than it is. I know I’m not going to spend the rest of my life with Mimmo.
December 4, 2007
We left for Frankfurt at 6:30 A.M. Well, actually 7:15 by the time Farrah got downstairs. Late again. It took us almost six hours to get there, with two big accidents stopping traffic for miles. Dr. Vogl performed another laser surgery, and again it was terribly painful for her because they didn’t put her under. I could never do this. Afterward I told Farrah that I would have said to Dr. Vogl, “You either knock me out or I’m getting off this operating table and getting the hell outta here!”
She laughed because she knew I meant it. I don’t know how she endures it with such resilience. Her will seems unbreakable; she just does what she has to do. They kept her overnight in the hospital again and I slept in the room with her.
December 5, 2007
Farrah is still in a lot of pain today. Much more so than the last time. Dr. Vogl came into the room this morning to examine her. He said it was one of the largest tumors he had ever removed and that it was a very dangerous surgery because of where it was located, next to a major vessel. We’d had no idea that it would be so difficult, and quite frankly he hadn’t, either, until he actually got into the surgery. They did some blood work, and her liver enzymes were dangerously high, so high that one of the other doctors said she could die if the number continued to rise.
I was in a panic. I called Dr. Jacob and she said to get Farrah back to the clinic so she could treat her. There was much conferring, and the doctors were adamant that she should stay another night, but in typical Farrah fashion, she insisted we leave. It was against my better judgment, but when Farrah makes up her mind, there’s no stopping her. When the doctors left the room, she had me call the driver from the clinic, who was waiting downstairs, and tell him to come up. He helped her into a wheelchair while I grabbed all our belongings, and we fled like thieves in the night.
December 8, 2007
We were supposed to leave tomorrow, but Dr. Jacob wants us to delay it until at least Monday. Farrah is still in no shape to travel. I had dinner with her in the room, and when she went to sleep, I met Mimmo for a drink. We went back to his house and made love, but I went back to the clinic to sleep so I could be there if Farrah needed me. I always tell her to wake me if she needs anything in the night, but