In Memory Of Stanley L. Pultorak
Our Father Our Friend
April 9th 1952-March 29th 2003

My father was 49 years old when he found out he had cancer. And it dwelled in him for 14 months. My father found out that there was something wrong with him in November 2001. So much for a simple cold, he had lung cancer.

They did surgery to get it out, they took the whole right lung, and then he had a stroke. The stroke left him with little movement to the right side of his body. And also with apashia/aprexa which is a communication disorder.

We had no communication from Jan. 21st 2002, right up to the end on March 29th 2003. My dad was always so healthy till November 2001. From March 1st 2002 till September 2002 my dad was all right but then in September. He got ill again, he went into the hospital and they said he was going to be all right the cancer was not there it was a bowel eruption. So they treated him and away we went after a few weeks. Things were great.

All of a sudden things started to get bad again shortly after Christmas. My dad was fading away right in front of our eyes, and there was nothing that we could do. I kept my dad here in my home until he wanted to go to the hospital. He went in the hospital March 3rd 2003, He was having such a hard time all the way around the pain and he could not eat. They ran some tests on him and on March 5th 2003 they came in the room and told him it was bad news the cancer had returned and he had secondary bone cancer and no more than 6 months to live. After that he really went down, he was to do 14 round of radiation to his hips and legs and they let him come home and just go back and forth. But he only stayed home for the weekend and i took him back for his treatment and he refused to come home. So they kept my dad there and he look like he was doing great. But on the last day of radiation that evening he failed really really fast. He was not allowed to eat or drink and they put the iv's back in. They said it look to them as he aspirated on his food at lunch. So on March 27th they gave my dad a private room and said he would be gone in a matter of time.

I stayed at the hospital in his room by his bed up until the end. And my family also came to be with my dad and my self, and his friends. My father had us all fooled, I thought for sure and so did others that he was coming home again. But my dad was always so strong and never wanted us to know anything.

Well on Thursday the 27th my dad spoke as clear as day for the first time since his stroke. He said good-bye to me and he said I love you. He also told my brother and my mother good bye and he loved them. He then went into a coma and was that way for Friday and Saturday until he died at 1:27pm on March 29th.

My dad always was tough or tried to act tough, he never allowed us to know his pain, or what he thought. I knew that he was scared but he could not cry because of the stroke. My dad was a good man trying to do his best and making his amends to the ones he did wrong at the end. Stanley L. Pultorak Is missed so much and i wish he was still here to see his grand kids grow up. But just because he is not here with us in physical appearance he is here with us in our hearts every day.

Thank you so much for allowing me to write this,
Christy Pultorak