My Journey with Farrah - Alana Stewart [71]
March 28, 2009
I can’t believe we’re on the plane to Los Angeles. I wasn’t sure Farrah could make it, she was in such pain and so weak, but somehow we managed to get her together, packed, and into the car.
Paparazzi were parked outside on the street in a black Porsche SUV and followed us to the Munich airport. We’d alerted the Lufthansa VIP people who were meeting us, and they had the police there. I got out first and immediately spotted a paparazzo down the street taking pictures of the car and the waiting wheelchair. Farrah stayed inside the car while the police chased him away. Then the guy in the black Porsche pulled up behind us, and I had to tell the police he was the one who had followed us from the clinic. They chased him away as well. They’d never be able to do that in L.A. They’d scream about their First Amendment rights and the next day they’d hire Gloria Allred to represent them.
We got Farrah out and into the wheelchair while the Lufthansa ladies held up blankets around her in case the paparazzi were somewhere around with long-range lenses. We got inside without incident, through the VIP terminal, and onto the plane. Farrah was in a lot of pain, so I gave her a pain shot and she’s sleeping now. The problem is that the paparazzi from Munich will have alerted people in Los Angeles and I’m afraid there will be a slew of them waiting for us. It’s not so easy to avoid them at LAX because they can come right into the terminal and there’s no other way out that I know of. We’ll have to see if the Lufthansa reps meeting us can come up with something.
March 29, 2009
It was quite something at the airport last night. It all went smoothly until we got through customs, and suddenly we were ambushed by paparazzi, who got the picture they’ve been waiting for: Farrah in a wheelchair. We tried our best to surround her and get her into the car, but I’m sure they got what they wanted.
“Are you guys proud of yourselves?” I yelled at the one with the video camera. “How do you sleep at night, you slimy vermin?!” Honest to God, I really wanted to grab his camera and smash it on the ground, but I somehow resisted. I figured this was not the time to get arrested.
April 5, 2009
Dr. Piro put Farrah in the hospital four days ago. She’s in a lot of pain from the hematoma, and her blood tests weren’t good, so he needs to give her a transfusion. When I saw her today, I was shocked at how she looked, so gaunt and pale and drawn. I’ve thought that a couple of times before, but she never looked like this. It really frightens me.
April 6, 2009
My phone started ringing at 8 A.M. this morning and didn’t stop all day. I literally didn’t have time to get out of my nightgown until tonight, when I changed to pajamas. I think I must have had over fifty phone calls about Farrah and all these crazy stories in the press reporting that she’s in a coma and hovering near death. Finally, Dr. Piro made a statement to the media, but instead of quieting it down and making it go away, it just kept growing. The Associated Press reported that the cancer had gone to her liver, like it had just happened, when the Enquirer reported it over a year ago. It was like writing that Abe Lincoln had just been shot. What is wrong with all these people? It’s become a feeding frenzy.
April 7, 2009
I took my dog Lolita for her surgery this morning and then went up to the hospital to see Farrah. She looked much better today and was more lucid. Dr. Piro is cutting down on the pain medication and she’s not completely out of it all the time. She’s still not even close to being herself,