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Hi, I am surf's youngest daughter. I'm sure some of you on here know who surf is. This site was his favorite to be on ALL the time. (along with antique-bottles.net) Was this site once an aqua blue color?
I'm sure some of you are curious as to how he died and I see no harm in educating others about it. Surf fell sick in the past month and first resisted going to the doctor (not a fan) and probably believed it was just a bug at first. When he finally got an appointment he got blood work and found he had elevated enzyme levels in his liver, which lead to cirrhosis (he is not a drinker nor known to have hep); which led to a discovery of liver cancer.* A disease that claimed his mother's life. The discovery of cirrhosis and the liver cancer all happened within two weeks. His prognosis was that he had weeks to live. He didn't believe this would be what checked him out. He went into cardiac arrest May 3rd around 4am and lost his life. He was 63 years old.
He was an avid Hawaiian shirt wearer, watcher of crime dramas, lover of mystery fiction, smoker of menthol cigarettes, past Cleveland Indians season ticket holder, e-s-o-t-e-r-i-c, and he LOVED digging for bottles. He absolutely loved antique bottles. He often risked digging in dangerous, often ghetto areas where he did not belong. "But that's where the good ones are at." He once had a group of young black kids throw rocks at him while in the pit "Go home, whitey!", they said. When he first told me, it made me cringe and very upset. I told him to stop going to those areas or he very well may become a victim of violence. "But who is going to mess with the old crazy white guy with sharp tools?" The thought of it makes me smile now. My last good memory with him was going to Sokolowski's University Inn for dinner this past winter. I had never been and I asked him while visiting town if we could go. It is a Polish cafeteria style, roll-your-sleeves-up kinda place. Every time I ate at a restaurant with my dad he said "It's okay." Even at the most upscale restaurants. Out to dinner at Sokolowski's, he said "This is so good." The first time in my life I have ever heard him call any meal that. He went back to the end of the cafeteria line and kissed his hands. "Compliments to the chef!"
Rest in Paradise, Dad.
Please educate yourself about liver cancer. It is hard to detect early on, even with check ups. The average age of diagnosis is 63. Men are at a much higher risk of liver cancer than women. To read more: Liver cancer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I am pretty young and this is going to be hard, but I will be so strong for you.
*The doctors were not 100% sure if it was metastic cancer or not. We had another doctor look at his charts at a separate hospital that believed it was metastic colon cancer spread to his liver.
surf
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I'm sure some of you are curious as to how he died and I see no harm in educating others about it. Surf fell sick in the past month and first resisted going to the doctor (not a fan) and probably believed it was just a bug at first. When he finally got an appointment he got blood work and found he had elevated enzyme levels in his liver, which lead to cirrhosis (he is not a drinker nor known to have hep); which led to a discovery of liver cancer.* A disease that claimed his mother's life. The discovery of cirrhosis and the liver cancer all happened within two weeks. His prognosis was that he had weeks to live. He didn't believe this would be what checked him out. He went into cardiac arrest May 3rd around 4am and lost his life. He was 63 years old.
He was an avid Hawaiian shirt wearer, watcher of crime dramas, lover of mystery fiction, smoker of menthol cigarettes, past Cleveland Indians season ticket holder, e-s-o-t-e-r-i-c, and he LOVED digging for bottles. He absolutely loved antique bottles. He often risked digging in dangerous, often ghetto areas where he did not belong. "But that's where the good ones are at." He once had a group of young black kids throw rocks at him while in the pit "Go home, whitey!", they said. When he first told me, it made me cringe and very upset. I told him to stop going to those areas or he very well may become a victim of violence. "But who is going to mess with the old crazy white guy with sharp tools?" The thought of it makes me smile now. My last good memory with him was going to Sokolowski's University Inn for dinner this past winter. I had never been and I asked him while visiting town if we could go. It is a Polish cafeteria style, roll-your-sleeves-up kinda place. Every time I ate at a restaurant with my dad he said "It's okay." Even at the most upscale restaurants. Out to dinner at Sokolowski's, he said "This is so good." The first time in my life I have ever heard him call any meal that. He went back to the end of the cafeteria line and kissed his hands. "Compliments to the chef!"
Rest in Paradise, Dad.
Please educate yourself about liver cancer. It is hard to detect early on, even with check ups. The average age of diagnosis is 63. Men are at a much higher risk of liver cancer than women. To read more: Liver cancer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I am pretty young and this is going to be hard, but I will be so strong for you.
*The doctors were not 100% sure if it was metastic cancer or not. We had another doctor look at his charts at a separate hospital that believed it was metastic colon cancer spread to his liver.
surf
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Last Activity Apr 22, 2014 04:43 PM
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