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rage,rage,rage (against the dying of the light)

7/14/2003

Dad died. July 11th at Midnight. My sister called me in NY July 1st to say that he was dying. I went to El Paso, and they had him in the house, hooked up to oxygen. My sister, her husband and I all slept in his room, trying to comfort him..he could speak a little in the first days, but then he just coma'ed out..I've had a non stop headache since the beginning of this..and my eye became paralyzed..3rd nerve palsy..I was in ct scan and mri..in those wierd NASA tubes, no anurisms or clots..but i thought of all the miserable poking and testing and prodding that my poor Daddy had to endure. We could have kept him on a feeding tube, but my father insisted a year ago that if it came to that, he preferred not being one of the living dead...he was pulling out IV's and catheters, anyway..this is a rotten disease, and it's treatment is very tough. Wednesday is the funeral

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