Hi, my name is Cindy Hicks, and a dear friend of Kelly Farrah. Who is an amazing art department propmaster, costumes, armorer, and all things well crafted, for films /TV such as TURN: Washington's Spies, Mercy Street, Gettysburg, 3 Pirates of the Caribbean films, Gods and Generals, The Last of the Mohicans among others; check it out here: https://tinyurl.com/bjvf89ba Kelly had a bout with cancer back in December, had surgery, and was on the mend. July 18th he ended up in the hospital after becoming dizzy, his son Jesse got him to the ER one MRI later a lemon-sized tumor was discovered. Kelly had brain surgery the next day, the surgeon removed a large tumor from his temporal lobe. Chemo is already underway. Between Covid, the first cancer, writers/directors strike Kelly needs our help, doctors say it is a pretty aggressive tumor, and even with chemo, it will be back. This is a tough time for all our brothers & sisters in the industry, any help you can give, will be greatly appreciated. He is living in Salem Oregon if anyone is up that way, I am sure he would love to talk about the business he dearly misses right now. Thank you, Cindy Here is a message from Kelly: Hi Guys! Hey, this is one of those missives you look at, get a little uncomfortable, roll your eyes, and it makes me wince to even do this. Nobody I know is doing great financially in the film industry. I get the strike, I get it all! And indirectly, all of our livelihoods will be affected. Even this lowly old prop guy and his crew could very soon be considered obsolete, ringing with Fritz Weaver’s voice from the Twilight Zone. Thank you, Rod Serling, and I’m old enough to have actually worked with Mr. Weaver. So, let me jump to the literal chase. As all my friends know, in The last year or so, I’ve had some interesting physical challenges, (well, to me). last December, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer, had the damn thing removed, and last Monday, I was feeling a little off. Not that unusual, I suppose. Anyway, my son and wife noticed! A feat in itself! They took me to the ER at what appears to be my old stopping grounds of late. The doctors ran an MRI, and unbelievably for me to even say, they found a brain tumor! I think it assures me I have some sort of brain. Always reassuring. OK, so I’m trying to not come off like some guy sitting at home saying “Woe is me.” Believe me, there couldn’t be a luckier dude on Earth for the most part. I’m sitting up, typing this crap, I feel pretty good physically, and I’m relying heavily on my ancestry to get through this as anyone who listens to me ad museum, and I’ve heard from my friends, you’re ancestors were the greatest of Norse kings, so you can make it trough!. I can’t tell you how important that has become to hear. It’s no superhero movie. Im just sitting on my butt and counting my blessings. I have sooo many great friends, and I’ve had so much caring and generosity from every one of them. It’s a cool thing! I also have the bright future a guy always wants. Encouragement from past employers, and I know I can still fill a niche in my field, and I’m feeling good enough to do it well still, producers!!! and it’s just great! A guy with weird stuff in his brain and who has time to think, can turn his whole life around, and find a new purpose. My son is a chip off the better parts of my block, and he gets that I need academic stimulus, and doing brain stuff. Once in the hospital, I woke up thinking I was in my own house somewhere. Why were all these pretty and sweet nurses waking me up to take my vitals every half hour? Could be worse. Maybe. Last night, in my own bed, I again thought I was somewhere else. Glad I figured that stuff out! So here’s the deal. My bills (GROAN) are getting a bit heavy for us, and although my insurance through my union is doing yeoman work to keep me under a roof, I could use a little help. Not millions, thousands, hundreds of dollars. I do need a little “Root of all evil” and maybe a 10.00 or a 20.00 bill could get to me somehow. Listen, my head’s starting to hurt, and I need someone to help me from here. My eyes can’t take this crap. Anyone who knows me, knows I hate doing this, but what the hell? Anything you can do will be gratefully accepted! What would be the point to write all of this and turn you down? Be kind to whoever is going to take this stuff over for me. I don’t know how to properly set this up or beg. I love you guys! You know who you are. I’m going to make you happy you invested in me, one of the old-timers in the biz. If it ain’t movie work, it’ll be a historical contribution of some sort. Thank you so much!!! Thank you to the angels who have already helped us along. I believe in all of you! Hey! I do Paypal, And so far, I have a place we’re living, so somebody can get ahold of me! [email redacted]
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