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Reflections On 'Farrah Week'
By Darius PirnazarAs a member of the production team here at Access Hollywood, I was a part of our "Farrah Week" last week, in which we celebrated and dug deep into Farrah Fawcett's personal life and career. But even though this "special" is meant for celebration of all that is Farrah, I can't stop myself from feeling incredibly guilty.
I'm not sad just because of the fact that she's going through a bitter fight with cancer, because let's face it... she's had a wonderful life as a sex symbol and as a successful actress in Hollywood (and I'm saying this even though it might be a little harsh). I have lost three members of my immediate family to cancer and none lived a very glamorous life when they were healthy, so having cancer and losing the battle is not something new to me (or to anyone to that matter). I can guarantee that almost every person that reads this blog will definitely know at least one person that has had cancer or is currently battling it.
What bothers me is that I wasn't born when she was at the height of her career and I don't remember much about her when she was "it." What I do remember is growing up seeing tabloid headlines taking swings at her and her family. And late night comedy shows and stand-up comics using her as the butt of their jokes.
But now that she's sick, she has become the center of everyone's
attention with some tabloids even pretending for a moment to look at
her in this very positive and caring light. How come as humans we
always have to wait until someone is sick, weak, or disabled before we
begin to cherish their existence? Why do we wait until that particular
person is so weak that they can barely recognize their surroundings
before we even try to dish out our goodwill?
Whether it's about selling magazines or getting TV ratings or simply trying to make ourselves feel good for performing an act of humanity, we need to understand that each and every member of our so-called "superior species" needs to be loved, cared for, and looked after from the moment we take our first breath... and not when we start having trouble breathing.
Whether it's about selling magazines or getting TV ratings or simply trying to make ourselves feel good for performing an act of humanity, we need to understand that each and every member of our so-called "superior species" needs to be loved, cared for, and looked after from the moment we take our first breath... and not when we start having trouble breathing.
farrah, i keep writing,but i don't think u will get this ,not all believe in GOD,i know HE can heal you,no man on earth can,but HIM,HE healed my daddy when he turned his life over to the LORD and gave him a new liver which no earthly dr could,please ask the LORD to forgive u of your sins for HE know's our hearts.HE healed me of breast cancer in 2000,and HE'S still healing.for in the bible it tells us by his stripes we r healed.It doesn't say maybe he will heal us,we just have to accept him into our life's and believe,what a testimonie u would have for all of hollywood to see.For he is real and true,just like u said on your show,GOD didn't make u sick satan did ,and that's so true,GOD BLESS YOU,i will keep praying n u pray too even though we r far apart HE gears us both, sincerly, diane fox
Link to great article about Farrah and the impact of her story. A must read!
http://elitestv.com/pub/2009/05/celebrity-scales-farrah-fawcett%e2%80%99s-private-reality-star-studded-legal-commentary-for-the-celebrity-obsessed
To Farrah's Family and Loved Ones,
I was shattered today when I heard the news that Farrah had passed.
I watched her documentary during her courageous battle with her cancer and her treatments. Tears filled my eyes and it was difficult to watch at times, but I watched it more than once. She mentioned that she's hoped for a miracle and I wanted that miracle too. I prayed everyday to God to please give Farrah the miracle she needed. Then whenever I thought about Farrah, I would ask God how he was doing with the miracle that I had been praying for. Somedays, I would just say "God it's me again. I'm sorry to bother you again, but how are you coming with Farrah's miracle?" I thought that if I was praying this hard, and I was just one person, that if everyone did the same that God would hear all of us and give her the miracle. I would even ask God for a year, two years, five years, anything. Just not to take her away from the people she loved so much. I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason, and not know right now what God's reason wasfor taking her, I still have to believe he's kind. He has bigger plans for Farrah I'm sure of that.
She was in my thoughts almost daily after her documentary. I thought what a beautiful and courageous woman she was. She endured numerous painful treatments and procedures which Alana documented for us, but most importantly for those suffering with this horrrible disesase. Also, giving hope to those who felt hopeless and alone, and to those who would be walking her same path. It was very difficult to watch her during these painful procedures and treatments, but something pulled me in and I continued to watch. Farrah was sending a gift of hope for all of us.
Her journal for Redman was heart wrenching but what a wonderful gift to leave her beloved son when she was no longer there. It was an absolutly beautiful gift from a mother who loved her son so much. I'm not sure if she was ever able to finish her journal, but I truly hope so.
I was so sorry that time ran out and Ryan and Farrah were not able to marry. I think Farrah already felt in her heart that they "were" married. They just didn't have a piece of paper. They didn't need the piece of paper because it was obvious that Ryan was her love, her husband.
As for Ryan, his unending love for Farrah was obvious to those of us looking from the outside. He never left her side, didn't want to give up hope, and remained beside her throughout her entire and courageous battle. Farrah was so lucky to have a sister-of-the-heart, Alana.
Now I pray for all of you and hope you find some peace in knowing she's not suffering anymore. She's with her angels and with God. May God bless you all.
You have my deepest sympathy.