My Journey with Farrah - Alana Stewart [55]
July 2, 2008
Well, we’re finally leaving tomorrow. Farrah’s much better today. I’m a little nervous about the flight home. I just hope she’s not leaving too soon, like the time before, when she insisted on leaving five days after laser surgery on her liver. It was a horrendous trip home, and I don’t ever want to go through that again, for her sake or mine.
Dr. Jacob said she’s thrilled with the results of Farrah’s treatment, that Farrah has made remarkable progress in these five weeks. She even went so far as to say that she considers Farrah in partial remission. This is unbelievable. Now, if things start to go more smoothly, and God forbid no more setbacks, she can go home and continue to get stronger.
July 3, 2008
We’re on the plane back to Los Angeles. Farrah’s sleeping in the seat next to me. She could barely get herself together at the clinic to make it onto the plane—her usual packing chaos. Fortunately, I’d lied to her about the time (I don’t know why I didn’t try that sooner), and there wasn’t horrible traffic, so we made the plane in good time. I knew in my heart that she should have waited a few more days, but she was hell-bent and determined to get home. I told her if she threw up all the way home that she wouldn’t have to worry about dying, because I would kill her!
She was just starting to feel very nauseated and in a lot of pain, so I gave her the pain shot that Dr. Jacob had given me. It did the trick. Please, God, just let us get to L.A. without any problems, get through customs, get in the car, and get home. They’ll have a wheelchair at the plane, and with luck there will be no paparazzi.
We arrived in Los Angeles without any incidents. Not even any paparazzi. We stopped at our favorite Starbucks by the airport and I got us chai teas, and then we dropped Farrah off and Benny took me to the house. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see my dogs.
July 4, 2008
I celebrated the Fourth of July by doing absolutely nothing. I was so jet-lagged that all I wanted to do was to be home with the dogs and Fox News. Farrah and Ryan didn’t go to the beach. The nurse that I had arranged for with Dr. Piro has been there helping her. I’m trying to unpack a little at a time and make some headway with the stacks of mail.
July 6, 2008
Farrah said she was craving smothered chicken and black-eyed peas and it sounded so good that I decided to cook a southern meal like we had when we were growing up in Texas. I asked Sean and Ashley to come to dinner by themselves because I wanted to talk to them. I decided to tell them about the cancer episode before Rod told Sean, if he hadn’t already. Rod knows because apparently Kimberly was in Harrods with him when she found out and she burst into tears.
Anyway, I feel like it was a wake-up call for all of us to be closer and to realize how important family is. I cooked the entire meal in two hours: smothered chicken, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, broccoli, cornbread, and peach cobbler—almost as good as Mama used to make.
After dinner, I took Ashley and Sean into my bedroom. Sean asked me if I was “dying or something.” He said it sort of jokingly, but obviously his father had already opened his mouth. I prefaced it by saying that I was okay and didn’t want to scare them, but after thinking a lot about it, I thought they should know. I said that I hoped we could all be closer and spend more time together as a family, and that it was important to love and support one another because you never know what’s going to happen in life.
Ash was visibly shaken. Sean said his dad had already told him, which I figured. I’m glad we talked. I want to spend more time with my kids and I want them to be more supportive and loving