Farrah's Special

I just watched the Farrah special. Talk about ripping your heart out...again. If you've never been touched by Cancer, let me tell you, that's exactly what it's like. The rollercoaster ride of ups and downs. You cannot help but grasp onto every straw of hope.

Hope is a powerful thing. If you lose hope....that's like giving up. Miracles do happen, every day.

The promise of recovery ripped away by metastases. Fighting the next battle only to be kicked in the nuts by it's persistence.

Watching the treatments that are supposed to kill the Cancer steal away the very life force they are trying to preserve.

Cancer will take her life, of that, I have no doubt. She has fought a courageous battle, just like my Daddy did. She has been blessed with more time than he had.

I do admire her for sharing such an intimate story, so openly, so brutally honest. She has very eloquently expressed her feelings.

I used to think she was bubble-headed blonde. Especially, when she was going through her crazy drug induced antics, as portrayed in the tabloids.

I saw a very different person with this special. I saw a beautiful, talented, humble, normal, parent, using her pop icon status for good. She is proving that being in the limelight doesn't exempt you from Cancer.

No one is immune.

All anyone afflicted with this wretched disease wants to do is LIVE.

I wish her the best. I hope there is a miracle and she does beat it, but the cynicism instilled within me from losing my Daddy whispers that the insipid fucker we call Cancer will steal another soul from our plane of existence.

If you get a chance to watch Farrah's special (I'm sure it will be available somewhere on line), do it. I believe Cancer will touch every soul on our planet, at one time or another, in one way or another.

I think Farrah wants to bring awareness, if nothing else. Awareness can bring action. Action can maybe, someday, bring a cure.