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football team (he is 5.11 and weighs 185 pounds).
In the summer of 1946, he visited around, but again de-veloped high fever and pain Aug. 27th. On Aug. 28th I sent him to the Veterans Hospital at Fayetteville—a truly great medical center. Dr. Emery Huth, Dr. S. A. Rachlin and Dr. Ralph Eaker at once decided that an operation was imperative, and operated next afternoon, Aug. 29th; the surgeons found his left kidney badly abscessed but could not remove it because the right kidney was too small to oper-ate alone. A week later the abscesses broke a blood vessel and Isaac came near passing out for a couple of hours until they could stop the hemorrhage. Well, he got well and left the hospital Oct. 11, 1946. For the rest of the fall he took things easy at home, and took up flying—from Lieut. Baxter Slaughter of New Bern, and from Foy Barwick here, and made a number of flights to various towns alone.
On Jan. 3rd he registered again at the University. 305 Manly Dormitory, and was just getting into his studies when on Jan. 9th he developed a fever and pain in his side, and went to the University Infirmary Jan. 10th; he thought he had flu. The Infirmary physicians the next afternoon, Jan. 11th, realizing his past medical history, decided to phone me of his illness. I at once directed that they send him in an ambulance to the Veterans hospital at Fayetteville—I repeat, a truly great institution.
The next day, Sunday, it was apparent that he had a liver infection — a virus infection of the liver, as yellow jaundice had appeared. Thursday, Jan. 16th he was bright and feeling comfortable with no indications of any really serious trouble. But the virus was working—and next day, Jan. 17th, the hospital wired me that he was in a critical condition. I came back to the hospital at once and of course have been with him ever since. Gradually the Hepatitis spread had enveloped him, so much so that next day, Sat-urday, Jan. 18th, he was conscious at rare intervals. Sun-day, Jan. 19th, he was in a deep coma—and that is where he is as this is being written at the hospital.
By the time this is read, he may have succumbed: I pray that he may be better. I have gone into details in this Glimpses, for Isaac Jr., has many friends and they are inter-ested in him. He is a clean, fine young fellow, and I prize him dearly—a devoted son but really a good friend and companion to me. They make few such lives; good luck,
Since the above was written at Fayetteville on Sunday, Isaac has died. He passed away at the Veterans Hospital at 7:15 Monday night—without regaining consciousness, from a toxic condition that had sapped his life-blood. And since this is still written in a very personal way, I might add that my three other children and myself gladly acquiescend in the request of the Surgeons at the hospital that they be permitted to hold- an autopsy—to determine more fully just why and what. We felt and feel that perhaps some-thing may have been found by this examination that would


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