Father didn’t come to testify like those who opposed him.

After making a decision to accept the trial, the hearing was arranged in June 1966, and the court ruled in July that the pre-trial hearing was announced on January 1, 1967, and the question of whether he was able to accept the trial was again raised, but the trial was still held on July 13, 13, the Boston Globe.
According to De Saarvo lawyer Lee Bailey, who was also Patricia Hurst’s defense lawyer, the conclusion of his prosecution’s negotiation also partially influenced the court’s decision. Later Bailey gave a complicated explanation for agreeing to this obvious compromise decision. See Lee Bailey Harvey aronson’s co-authored defense and never stopped heDefenseNeverRess new york Standay in 1971. See also Time Magazine on January 7, 1969.
In his letter to his father, De Saarvo said that it is really puzzling that what has happened can be directly supervised by his father. He committed the strangulation before he was observed. There are still many people who are confused in De Saarvo’s letter, but his feelings for his father seem sincere.
Psychoanalytic terminology refers to the intention of men and women.
1 Whether Saarvo is guilty in Germany or not is a question for 13 years. A method of DNA relatives investigation shows that Saarvo’s DNA was left in a 19-year-old victim. The police believe that this woman was his last victim. The Boston Globe reported on July 1, 13.
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Chapter 12 The future hidden in memory
It’s time for me to give up my resistance and accept the ending.
One day in August, my father fell ill again. At that time, I was in Chicago. When Julia told the doctor that his father had symptoms of urinary tract infection again, the doctor said that she would call the pharmacy opposite the apartment to get a new prescription. Later, Julia told me to get the medicine and give it to my father according to the bottle. Strangely, she suddenly felt a little hesitant.
At first, I wasn’t sure I was hesitating. Later, I told Sylvia about it and told her the name of the medicine. She said that the doctor gave your father this knot about a year ago, which caused a serious drug resistance reaction.
Sylvia was sure that he was allergic to that medicine. After Sylvia told the doctor about it, the doctor had instructed her not to take that medicine again.
I must have remembered something about it subconsciously, but it was still too late at that time. I had already made him take the medicine.
Julia said that he felt sick that evening and then vomited.
I sent the doctor to the hospital without waiting for his reply.
I arrived in Boston by plane after midnight, because I forgot to call my cell phone after the plane landed, and I didn’t hear Julia’s message on the answering machine until I walked into my house, which is about an hour’s drive north of Boston. She left a doctor’s name and pager number in the message.
The doctor replied quickly, and he repeatedly assured me that although my father’s pulse was very weak when he was admitted to the hospital, he is now very regular and his temperature is very normal. The doctor said that although his blood pressure is still high, he has stabilized.
I’m sure he’ll be fine tonight. If I were you, I’d take a nap first. We’ll tell you some check-ups in the afternoon.
Julia has been in the hospital with her father. When I called her, her tone sounded much more relaxed than when I left a message.
It’s so late, I think you’d better get some sleep instead of driving back to Boston. I’ll wake you up if his condition changes.
The relief in Julia’s words reassured me for the time being, but at the same time, I felt that getting the news the next day would not be too optimistic.
My father’s condition was still stable, but just in the afternoon, I learned that his condition was deteriorating rapidly. At this moment, the doctors confirmed that he had had cardiac arrest before the ambulance took him to the hospital.
Cardiac arrest once caused the blood oxygen to stop. A senior resident told me that this caused nerve damage. Some injuries showed up immediately, while others were delayed.
He introduced a term that his father often used when talking about brain injury. We know that his brain has been seriously damaged by Alzheimer’s disease, and now he has suffered another injury. If he doesn’t have cardiac arrest today, the neurology team will do a brain stem function test for him tomorrow.
He said that the worst case is that the brain is responsible for the loss of breathing area, which is the last function that the brain gives up. I wish I could tell you.
But I interrupted him and asked my father how long he would live. Should I remove his respirator that night or the next morning?
Wait till we get the morphine injection. Given his condition, it should be a few hours later.
I told him that I would get to the hospital before evening.
Efficiency is a convenient anesthetic. It took me some time to make a list of things that need to be notified. I gave the list to my assistant and told her that we could start to arrange it. In fact, this matter didn’t need to be ordered by me because she had already prepared everything, but I repeated it. I tried to contact my sister and left a message on her mobile phone. She was often at home. I think she was probably not at home again. I also gave her several nieces’ phone numbers to my assistant. Maybe they could contact my sister before evening, but the fact was that my sister didn’t get the news until late that night or early the next morning.
Then I made a list. My father wrote an article. His medical career was a milestone. He was in Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston Psychiatric Hospital, and then in the field of neurology. I was obsessed with this list. Now I wonder why I jumped out of the car and went straight to the hospital at that time. Although I am very sure that my father’s life is coming to an end, keeping so busy may still give me an illusion.
Maybe I’m afraid to sit by his bed all afternoon and imagine that I can’t help it. He will give me a response or I can expect some other signs that he is still alive. Maybe I will shake my mind, so I don’t want to step into the hospital until I’m ready to accept my father’s death.
When I entered the ward, Sylvia was sitting by her father’s bed, and she didn’t get enough sleep the night before. Julia finally went home to rest after Sylvia arrived. In defending her father’s life, she could still feel a series of signs of satisfaction in him. Sylvia was always the most brave and determined soldier, with a good appetite and a little spark of humor. When she resisted her orders or showed a funny smile, I felt that she was loyal to him and wanted to repay him with just such a smile. However, at this moment, it was all right to take a look at Sylvia’s eyes.
Her eyes say accept the reality.
The doctor told my father that the kidneys had gone on strike.
Most other organs of the body have also gone on strike, and the coagulation function has failed.
The doctor also said that his brain is currently in a coma.
I signed it and handed it to me to give up the rescue. At this moment, it was meaningless. The intravenous tube was inserted into my father’s wrist. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. When I bent down to kiss his cheek, he did not move.
Shortly after 7 o’clock, the doctor injected him with morphine and gradually increased the dose in the next hour and a half. I didn’t ask Sylvia to return to the ward around 8: 45, and the doctor increased the dose of morphine a little. Sylvia left the bed and went to the window.
From that moment until my father died, I kept my ear pressed against his chest to listen to his rhythm, and his breathing became longer and longer every other time. By 4 minutes to 9 o’clock, his breathing stopped. The doctor went into the ward again and took a stethoscope to listen to his father’s heartbeat. When he looked up at me, there was no need to say anything.
Shortly after I left the ward, my father, the doctor, is now in the corridor. She, Sylvia and I entered a similar living room at the end of the corridor. Although Sylvia didn’t have her medicine to put her father through that adverse reaction, she already talked about this topic.
I don’t remember your father being allergic to that medicine, she said
I remember thinking at that time, don’t doctors look at the patient’s medical records before prescribing, but I’m not in the mood to pursue this matter at all