2002 Story Set
| June 25, 2002 Well, well, well. I have Fabio lined up. I have the article writer lined up. My younger son has his dream wish and is taking pictures of Fabio for the article and the website. So I began to wonder about where? Eric said I was the one who needed to contact the charity since I was the winner. So off I went through my old email to find the number and the name. I have not heard a word from anyone since the aborted date in July 2000. The date had been scheduled for July 8th, 2000. July 7th, 2000, as I was actually rolling the carry-on bag out of the door to go to the plane to fly to LA - they called and said, "You cannot wait, 'till Monday. You must take your son to the hospital now. They are waiting for you." Date cancelled. Fabio's office took care of canceling things. I was running my son to the hospital. Took 30 minutes. Yep. He had acute ALL Leukemia. The tumors were shutting his kidneys down. He would have been dead in three days. We had been waiting on the biopsy so I was not shocked senseless. But I had so hoped for the famous hug before we began the trials and tribulations of chemo. After a two-year battle to first, get my son to live through this ordeal (he tried to slip away on me a few times - I wasn't having any of that!) and get out of the wheelchair (out three months now), it was time to celebrate. So, miraculously, we have scheduled the date precisely two years after the original schedule. July 8th, 2002. On July 7th, we are taking the new Tacoma down to LA. This time, my son has attained his wildest dreams - he is the official photographer for the "date". He is again asking me, "What's his best side? What lens should I use?" To which I reply, "Do NOT use the 100-ft flash at close range!" A writer who does articles for magazines is getting ready to fly in and interview Fabio. Hopefully not during the date! That's when I get to talk to him! Armed with all this background activity, I called the number I had been given, and which is still on-line. The number does not work. Panic! I finally called "O" and said, "Is this a valid area code?" Yep. So I asked Information in LA about it and they had a new number, different address, and different area code. I called, but got switched to voice mail. There is a little holiday next week - July 4th - which is apt to be noisy and big and might have terrorist activity - at the least terrorist protection activity - confusing everything. I really need a human on the line! I left a message. It is hard to do things from 500 miles North. I was panicking. I had a sleepless night. I finally got myself together after coffee this morning and called again. I got through this time. Now we get to resurrect the data form the last time. I forwarded a word file with all the email down to them. I also forwarded story links. They are to make calls today and get to me on Monday. I emailed everyone concerned, including Fabio's office. OK. I can now make my son breakfast. Take my asthma medication. And try to relax. I presume I will be dragging my son to the camera store shortly for supplies. He's demanding that I scan his pictures, update his website. Meanwhile, I still have to sew my dress! |
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