Tears still cloud Patrick Brenner’s eyes when he recalls childhood. Even now, as a father of three, memories of middle-school bullies and biased looks throughout adulthood darken his outlook on a life spent hiding his smile.
Called home when her father was diagnosed with skin cancer, Dora Mueller BSN, had no idea how his end-of-life care would shape her own life.
Her father – who had worked as a migrant worker from Texas to California, his family in tow – told his daughter he didn't want to pursue treatment. He wanted to enjoy his time with his wife and family.
As dawn broke over the South Pacific on Sept. 21, 1944, Jack Comstock, MD, stepped out of the officers’ quarters on his callused bare feet, wearing a G-string and little else. He stared at the specks on the pale horizon.
In fall 1944, prisoner-of-war Jack Comstock, MD, was assigned to travel to Bilibid Prison in Manila then to a boat along with 500 slave laborers bound for Japan. With the medical detachment approaching, Comstock knew the time had come.
He needed to bury the latest stash of diary entries underground – literally.
Debra Melani
