9:00 AM, June 8th, 2007

“Dad, what's up with you? Not feeling well?”

“Ahhh, I don't know, I haven't felt good for quite sometime. I was up last night, threw up my cream of wheat. Now the milk I drank this morning has come up too.”

“Ain't it about time ya called the Doctor?”

“Yeah, I spose so, hand me the phone.”

8:30 PM, June 23rd, 2007

“We've had a really bad day, the IV's have pumped 37.5 liters (15+ gallons) of fluid into your Dad’s body and its coming out as fast as we put it in via the drain tubes. We've upped this type of blood pressure medicine to the max. We can add the third med if you so choose? See what happens?”

“Okay Doc, go ahead, we'll see how he is in the morning.”

June 23rd, 11:00 PM, 2007

'The Doctor would like you to come back to your Dad's room.”

The monitors were beeping, his blood pressure plummeting, heart rate jumping erratically, the rapid sound of the IV pump was set at full steam shouted,