Neal Raisman
ASMP Advocate

My son Isaac was a very healthy 26-year-old who worked out every day and took great pride in how and what he ate. On September 24, 2005, he called home from college to tell his mother he had a terrible headache and felt lousy. Since he complained of chills and a fever, my wife and I thought he was suffering from the flu and told him to get some sleep and drink lots of fluids. He called again to report that the headache was even worse and he felt even sicker. Again, his mother reassured him that it was probably the flu. He died soon after that call with his mother. It wasn’t until later that night that I was able to get into his apartment where I found his body. Pictured is my son, Issac.