When I read the article in the news about the teenager in Britain weighing 835 pounds, it started to remind me of someone I know. It was Lily from my book, A Complicated Life in a Small Town. Georgia Davis
was once honored as being the fattest teenager in Britain. That was when she was 16, today she is 19 and workers had to tear out a wall to get her out of her home. The procedure took 8 hours and will cost over
$100,000. Georgia was so big she was no longer able to stand.
The more I read the more interesting I found the articles to be.
Georgia was so big that clothes no longer fit and all she had to wear were bed sheets (rainbow?). Her mother did all of the grocery shopping and takes the blame for her daughters weight (Frannie?).
Last week I talked about a fat camp in North Carolina. Georgia went to this camp and lost a considerable amount of weight but refused to return when she discovered her step-father had lung cancer. After that she began to pack on the pounds once again, at times eating entire loaves of bread made into sandwiches or sugary snacks (M&M’s?) and fizzy drinks.
I looked very closely at the pictures and Georgia does appear to have some of the characteristics of people with Prader-Willi Syndrome. She has the facial features, small hands and squinty eyes. Her hair is dark but it could be dyed. It’s difficult to compare her to PW patients as her features are so distended from the weight. But there still is a chance. I hope doctors test Georgia for PW, maybe then they can get her on the right path.
What a weird coincidence, reading an article about a real-life person who is so much like Lily.
Small Town Parade
Yesterday TJ had to work so I took the kids to the parade here in Monticello. We had never been to the Memorial Day parade here
and were expecting it to be like the 4th of July parade with lots of floats, candy and bands. We were a bit surprised to see that our parade consisted of one police car, one ambulance, one fire truck, the Boy Scouts, the Girl Scouts, a group of soldiers and one high school band. The parade stopped just past the Pizza Ranch and they did a 21-gun salute right in the street and then continued on to the cemetery. The whole parade went past us in less than two minutes. It was the smallest parade I have ever seen.
But at the same time it was very homey and fitting for our quaint
little town and as they marched past I was proud of my Country and my town. We didn’t need floats or candy to remind us what the day was all about. The kids said the parade was, “boring but nice.” Sometimes boring is nice and that’s just the way I’d like this town to remain.
Have a fantastic day!