Tom Daly called me last week to tell me, that although his doctors estimated he might have another 5 months, he felt he'd lived his life to it's fullest (something I can personally attest to), and so in order to save himself and his family the pain and trouble of a long and agonizing death, he told the doctors to discontinue all treatments, save for the morphine.
He asked that I come out and see him one last time.
I had planned to go Sunday, but on Saturday, no sooner had I gotten dressed, then without giving it a second thought, I headed straight to the Port Authority bus terminal.
I spent the afternoon at his bedside, as he drifted in and out of consciousness, in the "transitional care unit", (a euphemism for hospice), at The Maple Glenn facilities in Fairlawn, N.J.
Tom passed away shortly after I left. Thankfully, I didn't wait that extra day.