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Published: , 24 November Updated: , 24 November Paris, Prince, Blanket and you, Dr Conrad. This man who had been so lonely, who had spent so many long nights telling me about his pain and anguish, finally felt he could trust someone in his life apart from his children. Unrepentant: The disgraced doctor spent two years in jail for the wrongful death of the superstar - just half of his four-year sentence. The bed chamber smelled because he did not even let maids in there to clean.
There were clothes strewn everywhere. King of Pop: Michael Jackson, pictured in March , died in June the same year of acute propofol and benzodiazepine intoxication following a cardiac arrest in his home Neverland. Maybe he was. And, in his first-ever interview, he remains unrepentant. I still do. I always will. I held his penis every night to fit a catheter because he was incontinent at night. We spoke briefly about whether, if the children wanted it, it would be OK for them to see their father?
I walked into the room. But Paris is a remarkable child. I have never seen such mettle in a child that age. I felt as if Michael was talking through her. I know you did everything you could. I would love to sit down with them and tell them how much I cared for their father but I worry that their minds have been poisoned against me. It is clearly a subject he still finds distressing. I miss him every day. Murray says that when he first began working with Jackson in , he had no idea that the superstar used propofol to help him sleep.
But when he arrived in LA three years later to help him prepare for his comeback, he discovered that Michael had a personal stash of it. He would always find a way. He was in crisis at the end of his life, filled with panic and misery. I gave him very light, light sedation. Surely, I ask, as a doctor who has sworn the Hippocratic Oath he had a duty of care to cause no harm to his patient?
Surely, giving an addict the drug he craves broke every basic rule of care? I wanted to help my friend. His 5ft 11in frame had wasted away to little over nine stone, he was suffering from chills, insomnia and mood swings. He was frail. I had to force him to eat, to drink fluids. He always ate the same meal: rice and chicken. The children told him they were tired of living in hotels and rented places, but Michael was broke. The popsicles the children are sucking on — we pay for them.