David was 57 years old when he died. From asbestosis. You probably don’t know what that is. Nowadays its called by another name. Nowadays they call it mesothelioma. Forty years ago, no one knew how to treated it. Now no one knows how to treat it. All that people know is how to make the end-game tolerable. David didn’t even have that.
A day or so before he died, at Brotman Memorial Hospital in Culver City, California, his doctor, [may his soul rot in Hell for eternity, for his insolence and lack of humanity] put him on display during Grand Rounds… … …my father-in-law, all tubed up, naso-gasrtically speechless, wheezing in his days-long-death: the doctor opening his gut to display his weeping wound. The record shows he died three days later. But I KNOW he died at the moment he was displayed. Death must have had a busy schedule that day and it just took Him a few days to keep the appointment. I still feel the guilt of not just cocking the doctor’s clock right there!!
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We were all in shock. From diagnosis to death was only a few months. David was a medical professional himself. He knew for himself what was going on in his lungs. He was a radiologist himself. Read his own x-rays, knew his death sentence, long before anyone else. The loneliness!!
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Long afterwards, I reflected on those pre-doomed days. Dave was a determined man. Loving. Warm. Enough sadness in his soul to give him “character”. A little too much to contain. Sadness seeped into his pores, played hide-and-seek with him, and continually lost… … …giving him a forlorn lost look even when he was happy. Maybe too much disappointment. I was too young to know the difference between his “bitter” and his “sweet”… … …too young to understand where his journey would lead. Neither my wife nor I know the particulars of his early life. That process was a mystery. But his sadness was tangible.
His death changed my life. I was Allen Martin. I became Jonah Allen.
Why? “It came to me in a dream”, as prophesies usually do. My father-in-law was, to me, a “Job”-like character. Long-suffering. Good to a fault. I was, and am, good also. But Not Too Good!. I’ll curse, and scream, and wiggle my way through… … …. take a risk, find a pleasure too enticing to resist. I may lose a fight… … …but you’ll know there’s “fight” in me and you’ll leave me alone next time. Apparently that characteristic is in my genes. When I was unconscious for three weeks after my brain surgery, I was told I was tied down because I thrashing myself free of my bounds. My “rebelliousness” was alive even when my “consciousness” wasn’t.
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