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A Dignified Murder

A Dignified Murder

My father survived the Nazis. Now he’s surviving the hospital that tried to kill him.


The doctor visiting my father’s hospital room was touted as an excellent infectious disease specialist. My father had a blasting infection that no one could really find. It didn’t help that he’d suffered an allergic reaction to one of the administered antibiotics, leading him to be pumped full of steroids, which then grew that lurking unresolved infection into some super-bug.

The expert came in, discussed the case with other specialists, and decided it was time to kill off my father. “Let him die in dignity,” said the poker-faced doctor fingering the polka dotted bowtie around his neck.

I thought, Doctor, who appointed you as the angel of death, killing off frail, elderly patients? What is life? Do you even know what life is and what it is meant to be?

But I kept my thoughts private and went to report to my family what the doctor had said.

As Jews, we value every bit of life to the last breath.

My family protested vociferously. We wanted our father alive, even with his past strokes and disabilities. His mind and heart were there with us the whole time, and we all wanted that to continue. As Jews, we value every bit of life to the last breath.

But the cards were in the hospital’s hands since my father could not ingest anything orally and we needed nurses and doctors to administer food and fluid. The hospital, cold-turkey, disconnected my father’s IV and food, knowing full well it was against our wishes (which in turn made it against the law). We sent emails to document that it was against our wishes to starve my father. So they hung up the IV and food bags, hoping to fool us into thinking they had him hooked up – but the tubes were not inserted. We sent more emails and they re-hooked the food… but at a slow drip that gave him no nutrition.

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Seventy and Beyond

My father is not afraid of death. He used to quote King David (Psalms 90:10) that a person can only expect to live 70 years. Anything beyond that is a bonus, my father said, and he was okay if he checked out at age 70.

My father is also not afraid of life. If God gave him life beyond 70, he would fight for that life. It took superhuman strength to fight for his life. His pain was unbearable to see. Yet he fought with every fiber in his body. In fact, one night, unable to see him in that pain, I begged a resident to hook up the IV and to give him some pain meds. The resident replied that my father was not really conscious and wasn’t “there,” so he didn’t need care.

At that point, I turned to my father and said, “I am unable fight them for you. So you must fight for yourself.”

My father, his every muscle straining at the effort, turned to that doctor and let out a long, pain-filled groan. The resident looked shocked and startled. My “unconscious” father had checked in to show he was aware. That night my father got meds and IV.

The next day, with a new resident on board, the fight began again. At that point, we decided we had no choice. We called a transport ambulance and told the hospital we were taking my father out AMA (against medical advice). At least at home we would not be starving him, and, if God said his time was up, let it be a natural death rather than murder.

We got my father into the ambulance, but his breath was labored. It seemed he was having an allergic reaction all over again.

For the next six months he teetered in and out of rehab and hospitals, with countless interventions necessary to preserve his body from the devastation of the maltreatment he received at the first hospital.

My father is still alive, having survived the Nazis and now the infectious disease specialist.

My father is a Holocaust survivor. This is the second time he had to fight off starvation. This time, it was “merciful” doctors and nurses in a facility that gets millions of dollars to – and I quote from their website – “improve dying.”

My father is fighting the good fight. He is still alive, having survived the Nazis and now the infectious disease specialist. I must shout out a warning: Do not simply trust the doctors and hospitals who tell you your loved one is on the way out and should be allowed to “die in dignity.” There is no dignity in being put to death. The only dignity is living to the last breathe.

My father, may he live to 120, is still forging ahead, leading the way to new lessons and awareness in us all.

For those who have a loved one in a similar situation, Agudath Israel of America has set up a division that will help guide, fight and champion the cause of life over death. Visit:

September 24, 2011

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(25) Tzvi, May 19, 2017 3:01 AM

Fight Like a Tiger

From my experience with my grandmother (who was 99 years old when she passed away)- encourage your father to fight like the warrior he is. With regard to those who wanted to commit (at least) voluntarily manslaughter- make them sweat bullets!!! If you want to get their attention, file both criminal charges- and a civil lawsuit. Get a great lawyer, & then make the passive killers pay with both jail time and big bucks. Hatzlacha Rabba- Respectfully, Tzvi

(24) Anonymous, April 22, 2013 8:17 AM

My mother's murder

My mother aleha ha shalom, was diagnosed with cancer. She quit the chemotherapy after three treeatments because of the side-effects and my dad's insistence that the chemo was poisoning her. The oncologist suggested radiation. She was hospitalised and radiation was administered. While in the hospital bed, she kept pulling herself to a sitting position and bending forward - I believe that she was "doing" "Modim" for all the years that she wasn't observant. My dad, who is VERY against doctors and medicines - he totally believes that the oncologist, the other doctors and the medications were the cause of my mother's death. So, he had her immediately transferrred to Hospice. The doctor there set up a Hickman drip that dripped morphine although my mother had no pain. She was not given any fluids via IV - as per my dad's instruction. We had another doctor come and see what was happening. This doctor was adamant that some form of liquid be given to my mother. The Hospice doctor said that an IV with fluid would have to be inserted into my mother's abdomen and would be very painful. My dad accepted this, despite my husband's and my objections. My dad told us that my mother had always avoided any kind of machlokes. My husband had to back down. So, my mother went into renal failure and then all her other organs shut down. Without a doubt, she was murdered. And to this day I feel guilty that I had not made a stronger protest.

(23) Anonymous, October 4, 2011 4:18 PM

Cost of care

Who paid for your father's care? In the European democracies whose health care systems we purport to admire there is no question that he would have received palliative care only.. Anything else would have to be paid privately. Please describe his performance status currently.

(22) Bobby5000, October 1, 2011 2:42 PM

Comparing doctors to Nazis is wrong and demans Jewish victims

How on earth do you compare doctors making difficult decisions with Nazi murder. Note doctors are demonized both ways, accused of prolonging suffering to increase their fees, jettisoning safe and dignified ways for end of life, and providing false hope instead of candid and honest advice.

(21) barry, September 28, 2011 9:23 PM

My response to earlier comments

I've read with interest those who've responed to my post of three days ago. Chaim, I appreciate your correction in that some carbohydrate nutrition can be given by peripheral IV. My comment should have more correctly read: one cannot administer [full, balanced] nutrition by peripheral IV [correction in brackets]. Chaim, I have looked at the link you supplied but I'm not in a position to make any comments about the allegation you make. I am sorry for your sadness though. Miriam, in no way did I ever intend to '... increase others suffering by denying a very painful and real experience'. I don't doubt the reality of Rose's pain but I was trying to offer my particular perspective and I hope Rose will be able to appreciate that. Dan, I acknowledge your caution for us to guard against elitism and arrogance. This is something I have seen in too many of my colleagus and that I have done my best to avoid. I do not think your analogy to the doctors who facilitated the Nazi atrocities in various forms is warranted though. Finally, Linda, I read your comments about Lyme Disease. If one of my medical students were to present this scenario in this particualr case I would remind him/her of the old adage that when one sees stripes, to think about zebras before elephants. In my opinion, Lyme as an etiology would be very far down the differential diagnosis list in this patient. You know, even for doctors, it's very easy to get tunnel vision when one becomes emotionally invested. Let me wish all a Shana Tova Umitukah.

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