The night before we left for The Brown Cancer Center in Louiville Kentucky, Rich told me whatever happened, if he was heading out.... Not to connect him to tubes .... On day 17, after the bone marrow transplant, Christmas Eve night , Rich said good bye to everyone; he sad a man came into his room and he knew it was Jesus. He asked him not to take him on Christmas: on day 18, the doctor came in and said he needed dialysis or his kidneys would shut down: he also was becoming very jaundiced; I agreed and let them hook him up to a portable dialysis unit: one big bored tube in one femoral vein and then into the machine to clean his blood then out and into the other femoral vein: I broke my promise to him: that night December 26th, the nurses were so kind and gave me a room across the hall from Rich: I could hear the hum of that darn machine so I knew he was still OK: The next morning when the blood values were handed to me, they had still elevated despite the dialysis; that's when I told the doctor to unhook him and just give him his "Dalotid" drip: That afternoon Kelly and I were sitting there watching his monitor: when I talked to him, his heart rate would come up; I know he was listening and just hanging on..... Kelly spoke up and said " Daddy, it's time to go to heaven, you have one foot here and one foot there, We will be OK so you need to go now!" Rich started crying and then the monitor slowed down and his heart finally stopped......