April 14th - in front of 80 friends and family, my father stood tall and confident to thank everyone for attending his 75th birthday and that the medicos pronounced him free of cancer and that he had been dubbed 'Miracle Man" by all of his doctors. I left Michigan for home feeling great that my Dad had recovered so much so fast.
June 6th - he' s suddenly back in hospital with massive bleeding. A week later it's determined that he's filled with blood clots from his legs to his torso. To treat the bleeding will make the clots worse. To treat the clots can make the bleeding worse. Kobayasji Maru. His time goes from 'to be determined' to months - or weeks.
I went home a couple weekends ago to be with and tend to him (he wanted the end to happen at home). His conditioned worsened every day. Work forced me to come after a week so I bid him a gut wrenching 'good-bye'. It's only gotten worse since.
Last night was the last time he responded to my sister. This morning the death rattling began. By all accounts, despite the body continuing to go on, the person who was my father is now gone.
I'm once again off to Michigan in the morning.
And to you Outhousers who have or will pass on well wishes and support - we may all be virtual here in the Asylum, but my appreciation to you is very genuine.
Jerry (son of Stein)