VOSHN 354

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="332"><tr><td class="etesti">332</td><td class="edate">Late August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">50 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>My son vomited a lot of blood and died.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>My son was neither injured and nor burnt.  But the hair of his head had fallen out.  He said," Mother! When I pull my hair, it comes off.  Why is this happening?"  He became bald.</p><br><p>I said, "That is strange.  You haven't been injured anywhere.  I wonder why?"</p><p>Before his hair came off, my son had vomited a lot of blood.  I think he had vomited about 0.6 liters.</p><br><p>The blood was a bright colour.  At first he was bleeding a lot from his nose.  I stopped up his nostril with some paper.  Then the blood came out of his mouth.  He said, "What shall I do?"  I said, "It's no use complaining.I will put a metal washtub here.  Put your face over the washtub.  It will stop when you bleed enough from your mouth and nose."</p><p>"But, Mother! My bleeding hasn't stopped yet.  I may be dying."  "You won't die! Bleed as much as you can." His bleeding didn't stop and he died after six o'clock.</p></div></body>