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Date Posted: 20:13:15 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 28

The Walk-Over Page 1 of 9
Chapter 28 Words: 2100
Watching Mother Die



We all know that death is a part of life. Dying to some people, myself included, has become as much a part of life as living. What I noticed most about mother’s dreams were the acceptable death signs and that many medical truths were disappearing.

Mother began officially dying on the evening of November 8th, but she didn’t stop breathing until November 10, 1999, during the last three days of her life she never completely slept. The dream people had become a significant part of human behavior and they were noticeable with mother. The Michigan scientific-studied suggested death rattle and old age clad-coloring death phenomenon was either disguised or not present in the way the scientific study had been deciphered. By this time it should have been common knowledge that Michigan physicians have been withholding antitumor antibiotics for decades.

One example would be the antibiotics Adriamycin and Bleomycin. They were my husband’s most effective antibiotics and Bleomycin didn’t disappear into the chemotherapy drug hazardous substance data bank cupboard until 1984. Back then medical people would tell my husband that Adriamycin and Bleomycin were not antibiotics. It created tremendous unnecessary family stress not to speak of the remorse of the loss of one’s most effective antibiotics.

I made a list of what that one medical lie about antibiotics promoted:

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1) Turmoil past, present and future: since the antibiotic Adriamycin was removed from the general medical list of common antibiotics back in 1974, and no NEW antibiotics were made from mutated bacterium. 2) Agitation: Family disaster, 3) Bickering: Family vengeance, 4) Clamor: Family rivalry stating that medical people do not lie, when in reality they did. 5) Commotion: Crimes of love…killing your spouse, as an act of mercy. 6) Confused: Emotional revolt, 7) Discord: Conflict with all gods, except the god of lies, 8) Disorderly: Erroneous judgment, 9) Disturbance: Sickly and fatal, 10) Hassle: Obstacles to normal everyday living, 11) Tumult: Crimes of vengeance seeking, and 12) Uproar: Mad and Madness for the destruction of your country.

First I should give information about mother’s dying. Mother had two choices: a chest biopsy (hubby’s pathogen infection was known to produce a tumor most commonly found in the neck, check, and groin), or no treatment at all. She never had an antibiotic choice; therefore mother had been in pain from January to her death in November 1999. On October 7, 1999, mother’s doctor recommended that she receive the recommended flu shot, and her health quickly failed daily. I felt that the adding of a new virus to an already germ filled body was NOT going to be for the better. Finally the week after mother’s flu shot, she was in so much pain that she agreed to a biopsy to be done on her swollen and painful right arm. Mother’s malignant diagnosed arm biopsy was called an inflammation with no infection.





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Younger brother Willie and I were doing what I called “The death guard watch,” while young Willie called it “Musical Chairs.” Young brother’s version was who was going to be the person left standing when the music stopped and mother died?

Mother and I would talk about the subjects in her dreams. Dreams often tell about death. The dream people would lurk in the shadows. Mother and I both had noticed that her drugs, especially because she was on morphine sulfate USP and her dreams would merge with reality.

Meanwhile, older brother Bobby, the table-maker for the 1978 Shroud of Turin scientific test, flew in from out-of-state. He was under the impression that the withholding of effective antibiotics only took place in Michigan. Bobby was surprised that people here had no legal medical rights when it came to receiving their most known effective treatments or antibiotics. Father and I tried to explain that the Michigan Medical Society was able to have lawmakers legalize the right to medically lies in every way possible.

So Bobby thought it best that he sleep in mother’s room in order to hear her every move. By this time the withholding of Mother’s effective antibiotics had permitted the pathogens, the septic bacteria, and all those known parasite microorganisms to move in and take its toll.

People used to take photos of their loved one while watching what was known as The Great Death. I took a photo of Bobby combing mother’s hair. Bobby posed for it, and afterwards he said: “If I see that that photo on the Internet, I’m going to sue you!”

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Immediately, I thought: “Brother, take me to court, so that I could present the Michigan Medical Liars Society! I keep asking myself ‘where are the medical liars taking the United States?’ The ultimate would be destruction!”

During the evening of November 8th I thought that the time was 1:30 a.m., when mother’s breathing took a turn for the worst. It was as if the dream people were there at mother’s side and working like germ parasite mimics. Germ parasites couldn’t have a hammer and chisel; the phrase “The dream people used a chisel to hammer holes into mother’s heart and lungs” would be simply a metaphor about bacteria destruction. Bobby thought that it was midnight.

Immediately brother and I argued over the time. I looked at the clock and it was 1:30 when older brother called young Willie to come and join us.

Willie and his wife came over to sit with older brother, dad and me to Watch Mother Die, but it turned out that we were watching mother gasping for air, thrashing, and sweating with beads of water on her forehead until daylight.

When the RN arrived, she explained that gasping for air was not painful. It looked painful, but it was like drowning. Drowning was not painful; it was simply uncomfortable. To me and because so many tumors and cancers used to be germ parasite produced, mother’s situation looked more like septic bacteria had moved in and the germ parasites were destroying her heart valve, so I didn’t invite my husband. The family continued to watch mother drown, gasping for air and thrashing with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Then the dream people, still working like germ parasites,

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used their hands to beat upon mother’s kidneys until the kidneys ruptured, causing blood to mix with the urine that was flowing into the plastic sack that was used as a visual aid to show that death was not far away. The medical verbiage contradicted what the dream people said, so I again asked: “Are you sure mother is not in pain.”

“Nope. No pain, simply the drowning effect.”

Meanwhile dad was also sick, but dad had been ill for many years with no exact disease-identified problem. Dad too had visited the doctor on October 7, 1999. He was given the label of mother’s prime healthy caretaker and he received the pneumonia vaccination, since that day his health was also failing daily. Dad was acting like he may have had a mini-stroke and he also had a throat fungus infection, along with a half-a-dozen other ailments.

The Watching Mother Die stress became so intense that between 9 and 10 p.m., I thought that we were going to have a double-header death crisis. Dad was wandering around in dementia-land. I hated to interrupt Bobby, who was on the telephone for an hour, but I did and Bobby replied, “It’s not my time to watch dad!”

I felt uncomfortable about waking Willie who was sleeping in the basement. Fortunately Willie woke and came upstairs to help with the double dilemma. Then we all calmed down and continued to watch mother die. Again we watched mother die until daylight.



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On November 10, at 10:53 a.m. mother was given a sedative (1 mg Ativan) shot to relax her from thrashing and sweating, and we all thanked the wonderful Michigan Medical God for this token of relief. Of course my feelings were that any State that gives a medical license to withhold effective antibiotics should give sedatives and painkillers Free to the people who are afflicted with these improper-unidentified inflammations. Again we continued to watch mother die until we were again disgustingly bored.

Between 4 and 5 p.m., I was outside having a cigarette when I saw a neighbor changing their garage light bulb. The parent’s condo also had a garage light bulb burnt out, so I walked over to see how the light fixture came apart.

The friendly neighbor came over with her step stool and a light bulb to change the light for us. When I walked into the condo, dad was laying on the hallway floor face up. I asked, “Okay brothers, what is wrong with dad?”

It turned out to be nothing important. Young Willie decided to go home for a while. Bobby and Dad went into the kitchen. It must have been my turn to watch mother die. Did I explain that the time of death was needed for the death certificate?

I looked at the clock which stated 5:00 p.m., I felt tired. To me the way Mother was breathing, she looked like she was good for another day. So I made myself a bed inside the closet where I could see her when I opened my tired eyes to check on her now and then. I found myself dozing off and while I slept I heard a dream voice say, “Write watching mother die today, yesterday, and the day before.”





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At that moment, Brother Bobby came into the room and caught me dozing. “How can you see her from inside the closet?”

I explained, “I have a clear view of mother’s face and her heavy breathing. If she stops breathing, I will notice.”

Brother sat down in a chair next to mother because he didn’t like the way I was doing the deathwatch. So I got up and wandered downstairs to type the dream’s suggestion.

At 7:00 p.m., I heard Bobby walk out of the room and into the kitchen. There was no visible way that Bobby could see mother from the kitchen. So I wandered upstairs to do the deathwatch, after all we were asked to write down the time of death. I sat down next to mother. I noticed that mother’s forehead had small beads of sweat; something similar to when she was thrashing and had large beads of sweat. I wiped her forehead and checked to see if her skin felt clammy as it had when the sweat beads were larger then I sat back down to watch. Don’t get me wrong with the idea that there is a good way to die. Nobody wants to die.

If you were going to die, the painless drowning theory would probably be true after you were knocked unconscious.

By this time I thought that I would go and get myself a glass of milk and a couple of snacks. I was gone for maybe a minute. As I entered the room, I noticed that mother was no longer breathing. I put my milk and snacks down.





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Mother was no longer gasping. Then I touched mother’s forehead. It wasn’t clammy like it was when I had left the room. The time was 7:05. I thought mother was dead, so I went and called Bobby into the room. Bobby asked, “Did you check her pulse?”

“No. I figured she didn’t have one.”

“Well,” Bobby snapped, “she is not officially dead until you discover that she doesn’t have a pulse. The time is 7:10.”

I looked at the clock on mother’s right. It said 7:08. Bobby was looking at the clock on mother’s left; it said 7:10.

Bobby then picked up the telephone to call Willie and tell him that mother officially died at 7:10. We waited for Willie to arrive before we called the police.

The police didn’t have mother’s Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) request on file. Actually the medical abbreviations DNR was a relatively new word added to the medical clients vocabulary. Therefore the police had to send the EMS first.

After the EMS verified that mother was dead, then a policeman arrived. When the policeman filled out the 911-call form, he asked who was present at the time of death.

I raised my arm chest high and waved my hand to the right, saying, “I got the musical chair. I was awestruck that I was actually standing when I noticed that mother wasn’t breathing.”



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The policeman rephrased his sentence: “You were all present!”
Bobby placed his finger to his lips, “Hush, Rita. You open your mouth again and the policeman will think that there was foul play here!”

Willie then begins assisting with the form, “This was an expected thing.”

I thought that I would include this chapter, because of all the paperwork involved when someone chooses to die at home with family members present. Everyone involved certainly reacted differently.

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