KIMMIE: How do you get to Vashon? D-D: You take a ferry. KATHY: I love fairies. The don’t get in fist fights and they have such good taste.
Visting Fred at Covenant Shores, his niece, Kimmie, had a stomach ache. Fred’s words of comfort? “You’re lucky you’re not me, Kim. When my stomach hurts, it’s like the world hurts.”
D-D: Did you ever think you’d live to see a great-grandson? FRED: No. Not only did I think I wouldn’t live to see him, but he’s the cutest kid to come down the pike in a long time. D-D: What was it like meeting River? FRED: Great. D-D: What was great...
FRED: Honey, I’d like to … I’d like to … I’d like to … D-D: What would you like to do? FRED: I’d like to put all the pornoists in jail. D-D: Some already are. FRED: Good. And behead the bastards. D-D: OK. I’ll look...
FRED: Hello Desiree. D-D: Hi Dad. FRED: I’m calling from a satellite on Earth. D-D: Well, hello!
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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