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                        DEATH  ROW


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                               DIALYSIS MACHINES
              
                Milt didn't answer his phone at the hospital last night so
             I asked to speak to a nurse, who went to his room and handed him
             the phone.
                "I'm on death row," Milt said to me. "I'll give you ten thousand
             dollars if you come here right now. Otherwise I will die."
                "I can't get there now, honey," I told him.  "You are in North
             Carolina and I'm in New Jersey."
                "No," he answered. "I moved back to Jersey last week. Be here by
             seven o'clock."
                "I'll see what I can do," I said. "I'll call you back."
                "I love you," he said. "You have to save my life."
            
                I called Milt's son-in-law, who told me that Milt is hallucinating
             because of the medication he's getting and because he is dehydrating
             from the dialysis treatments. He had a treatment yesterday.
                I called Milt again and told him, "I'll be there tomorrow. I love
             you."
                "Okay," he said. "I love you too."

                When I telephoned this morning, Milt sounded better. "How do you
             feel?" I asked him.
                "Not too good," he said. "I have to get out of here. I need to go home
             to New Jersey."
                "Please try to eat and drink water, and as soon as you're out of the
             hospital, I'll visit you again," I said.
                "I love you so much," he said.
                "I love you too, Milt."

                
                I couldn't sleep last night and he's back in ICU today. His daughter
             changed the password that Milt had given me, so I can no longer
             speak with him or with his nurse to ask about his condition.
    
                                                    Annette Wexler
                                                    November 28, 2010


      Milt has always been the happiest, sweetest and kindest man I have ever known.
      Please God, hear my prayers.


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Milt, my son Bruce, Grandchildren Alex and Emily and me: Scotch Plains, New Jersey 2003

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Milt and me: Raleigh, North Carolina, November 2010




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