FRED: Hello Desiree. D-D: Hi Dad. FRED: I’m calling from a satellite on Earth. D-D: Well, hello!
FRED: I’m dying. D-D: What’s it like? FRED: I often feel I’m alone. D-D: It’s a lonely venture. No one can go with you. But we can be by your side and hold your hand. FRED: I’ve had a couple dreams where I know I’m speaking to the...
FRED: I’m in the house we were in yesterday. D-D: What house was that, Dad? FRED: I don’t know. It was a frame house with infinite rooms. D-D: What were we doing there? FRED: Hanging out. It had Sam’s and Don’s addresses on it. D-D: Was it...
FRED: The minister came by today. He said the Lord knew where I was. And I believed him. D-D: Do you believe in God now? FRED: Apparently.
Deirdre Timmons
An accomplished writer and filmmaker, Deirdre Timmons is a native Northwesterner who leads a busy life between working and spending time with her family. In the spring of 2013, Deirdre was caring for her mother with Alzheimer’s in addition to her normal routine. So when she began feeling tired and forgetful, she chalked it up to her busy schedule, age, and possible early symptoms of Alzheimer’s. It wasn’t long after that she began experiencing regular dizziness, lack of concentration, unexplained weight loss, and extensive bruising. This combination of symptoms seemed odd, so Deirdre sought the advice of her doctor and subsequently began physical therapy for dizziness. When the symptoms worsened, she pursued further investigation.
After MRIs, x-rays, blood tests, a CAT scan, and a brain biopsy, her brain surgeon diagnosed Deirdre with a malignant medulloblastoma brain tumor. Her prognosis: one month to live. That was five years ago.
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