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Update 2: My stepfather fell, broke his hip, learned how to walk again, fell again and now he can't walk alone any more, and he developed an infection that took away his memory and sent him to death's door. The doctor told us he was dying. The hospital denied him water until my older sister had to raise her voice asking the nurses to feed him. It's now seven months. The infection is gone, his memory is back, and he is very much alive, but he uses a wheelchair.
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