Elvis Knew He Was Dying… And Nobody Stopped It – HT

 

 

 

In 1977, Elvis Presley’s inner circle had a plan. Not for his next tour, but for what to do with his body if he died on stage. And when Elvis died, doctors found something inside him so severe, one specialist who reviewed the case said he had been, quote, a walking time bomb. So, today we’re asking the question nobody fully answers.

Did Elvis Presley know his body was dying? Did the people around him know? And if they did, why did the show keep going? I’ve gone through four primary sources for this one. Doctor Nick’s own memoir, Guralnick’s Careless Love, Red and Sonny’s Elvis: What Happened, and Alanna Nash’s Elvis and the Memphis Mafia.

What I found is more disturbing than most people realize. Let’s go. To understand what Elvis knew, you first need to understand what was actually happening inside his body. Because most people who talk about this get it completely wrong. The popular narrative is simple. Elvis got fat, Elvis got hooked on pills, and the pills killed him.

That’s not the full story, not even close. Doctor George Nichopoulos, Elvis’s personal physician for the last decade of his life, spent years after Elvis’s death trying to explain what he’d actually witnessed. And in his memoir, The King and Doctor Nick, he lays it all out in clinical detail. When Elvis’s body was opened during the autopsy, here’s what they found.

His colon was two to three times the normal size. A normal colon is roughly two to three inches in diameter. Elvis’s was a megacolon. And Doctor Nick consulted specialists afterwards who gave this a name. Autonomic neuropathy. A condition that was almost certainly genetic, not caused by drugs, not caused by lifestyle, something Elvis may have been living with his entire life, and that had been silently silently destroying him from the inside.

Doctor Chris Layer, a specialist at the University of Mississippi who reviewed the case, put it this way. Drug addiction does not cause a dilated colon. Elvis had all the symptoms. Sweating profusely, weakness, migraine headaches, rapid weight change, slow intestinal transit, toxic megacolon. By 1977, Elvis was a walking time bomb.

His heart was one and a half times the size of a normal heart. His liver showed considerable damage. Coronary athero- atherosclerosis was present. This wasn’t a man slowly declining. This was a body failing in real time. And critically, Doctor Nick says they didn’t know the full extent of this while Elvis was alive.

They could see the bowel problems. They hospitalized him for them repeatedly repeatedly. But the true scale of what was happening, they only saw that on the autopsy table. And that distinction matters because it shapes what we can fairly say about who knew what and when. The doctors weren’t negl- negligent about what they could see.

They hospitalized Elvis repeatedly for his bowel problems. They tried. What they couldn’t see was the full picture. The colon that was two to three times the normal size, the autonomic autonomic neuropathy that was quietly shutting his body down, the true scale of what was happening. They only saw that on the on the autopsy table.

Now, here’s where it gets complicated. Because there’s a difference between what the doctors knew medically and what Elvis could feel in his own body. And the testimony from the people closest to him in ’76 and ’77 is remarkably consistent. He couldn’t control his body anymore. Guralnick describes a touch football game in in Hawaii early 1977.

A former entertainer named Collini Summerson was there. And here’s what he said. Somebody threw him the ball, and he’d catch it and start running, and he couldn’t stop. He just wasn’t able to control his own body. One time, he ran right into a cyclone fence. Think about that. Elvis Presley, a man who once moved like a jaguar on stage, who trained seriously in karate, was performing who performed physically demanding two-hour concerts, couldn’t stop his own feet when he was running.

His cousin Billy Smith was with him constantly in those final months. He describes sitting in Elvis’s room night after night, just the two of them, just talking. Because Elvis didn’t come downstairs anymore. He didn’t go out. He barely left his bedroom. The king of rock and roll, the most famous entertainer alive, spending his days confined to one room.

Just the two of them talking. And what I’m about to show you next is the moment that people around Elvis realized this might not end well. In June 1977, two months before his death, Elvis filmed what what would become one of the of his last documented concerts, the CBS special, shot in Omaha, Nebraska. Guralnick’s description of that performance is one of the most haunting passages in the entire two-volume biography.

He gives the impression of a man crying out for help when he knows help will not come. Tom Hulett, the concert promoter who’d been with Elvis for years, who’d worked with Jimi Hendrix and seen artists at their absolute worst, watched from backstage that night. It was like he was saying, “Okay, here I am. I’m dying.

 I’ve never seen a backstage area so sad. This is not a casual observation. This is That is a man who had seen everything in the music industry choosing that specific word, “dying.” So, we’ve established that everyone around Elvis could see what was happening. The question is, though, what did Elvis under- himself understand about his own condition? There’s no smoking gun moment where Elvis looked at a doctor and said, “I know I’m dying.

” That conversation, if it ever happened, was never recorded. But there are fragments. And when you put them together, a picture forms. Fragment one, the dreams. In the final weeks before his death, Elvis was telling Billy Smith about a recurring nightmare. The dream never changed. All his money was gone. The fans had abandoned him.

The Colonel was gone. He was completely alone. He was pressing Billy again and again. “What would the fans think? Will they remember me?” One night he asked directly, in words Guralnick records, “How will they remember me? They’re not going to remember me. I’ve never done anything lasting. I’ve never done a classic film.

” That is not the thinking of a man who believed he had decades ahead of him. Fragment two, the will. On March 3rd, 1977, five months before his death, Elvis made out his last will and testament. Vernon had been trying to get him to do this for years. On that specific night, with Ginger, Charlie, and his attorney present, Elvis finally signed it.

He was 42 years old. His health was visibly collapsing. And in that context, that week, he chose to put his affairs in order. Fragment three, the Baltimore statement. In May 1977, Elvis performed in Baltimore. He left the stage in the middle of the show. When he came back 30 minutes later, he stood in front of the crowd and said, “There’s nothing wrong with my health.

” You don’t make that announcement unprompted. You make it because the question is already in the air, and because you’re trying to convince yourself as much as the audience. Fragment four, Doctor Nick’s telling phrase. Doctor Nick writes that Elvis told him the upcoming August tour was going to be the best one yet.

And then, in the very next sentence, Dr. Nick writes, “I knew he believed that in his heart.” Not I believed him, not he was right. He believed it in his heart. A physician drawing a very careful line between what what we believe and what we know. And this is where the story stops being about Elvis and starts being about everyone around him.

Because regardless of what Elvis himself understood about his condition, the people surrounding him had enough information to know this was not going to end well. The security chiefs, Sam Thompson and Dick Grob, had drawn up contingency plans. Guralnick documents this explicitly. The plan, secretly move Elvis’s body back to Graceland if he died on the road, to prevent a drug overdose death from going public in some hotel room.

They had a plan for his death while he was still alive. Dr. Nick’s nurse, Tish Henley, on the tour right before the final one, watched Elvis get loaded onto a plane, slumping in his seat, groggy, slurring his words. She turned to Billy Smith and said directly, “If he was my son, I’d have him in the hospital.

” But they put him on the plane. Colonel Parker needed the tours because the money machine couldn’t stop. Vernon needed it because the estate needed it. The promoters needed it. The guys around him, their livelihoods depended on it. The entire ecosystem of Elvis Presley Incorporated required Elvis Presley to keep performing.

And nobody with the authority to stop it had the courage to stop it. I’m going to read that again. Nobody with the authority to stop it had the courage to stop it. And the night before he stepped on that stage, the moment before he walked out, Elvis turned to Billy and said, “You didn’t think I’d make it, did you?” And he put on a hell of a show.

That’s the cruelty and the miracle of Elvis Presley in 1977. He could still summon it. Not every night, but enough nights that everyone around him kept rationalizing, “He’ll pull through it. He always does.” August 15th, 1977. The night before Elvis died. He went to the dentist at 10:30 p.m. Two small cavities filled.

 He made plans with his dentist to fly out to California together after the tour ended. He was talking about the future. He came home. He played racquetball with Billy and Joe Smith in the small hours of the morning. His ankles were so swollen he couldn’t zip up his boots. He sat at the piano in the racquetball building and played a few songs.

The last one, Guralnick records this, was Willie Nelson’s “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”. He went upstairs, got his medication, told Ginger he was going into the bathroom to read. At around 2:15 a.m. he called Dr. Nick because a filled tooth was hurting him. Dr. Nick prescribed six diluted tablets. Ricky Stanley picked them up and brought them to the house.

At some point after that, Elvis Presley collapsed on his bathroom floor. When Ginger found him the next afternoon, he was face down in the carpet. The medical investigator would later note that the stain pattern suggested he had stumbled or crawled several feet before he died. His body was fighting until the very end.

His body was trying. So, did Elvis Presley know his body was dying? Here’s where I land. I think Elvis knew something was profoundly wrong. The dreams, the will, the recurring question about his legacy. Those aren’t the behaviors of a man who thought he had an unlimited time. But I also think Elvis Presley, one of the more than almost any human being who ever lived, had the capacity to compartmentalize.

To put on the jumpsuit and become the king, even when the man underneath was barely holding together. And that capacity, the extraordinary gift of transformation, may have been the very thing that made it impossible for anyone, including Elvis himself, to fully accept what was happening. He told Dr.

 Nick it was going to be the best tour yet. He told the crowd in Baltimore there was nothing wrong with his health. He told Ginger the night before he died that he’d see her soon. What did Elvis know? I think he knew everything and chose not to know it. In the way that only the most complicated human beings can choose not to know something that frightens them beyond words.

And the people who loved him, and the people who needed him, let him make that choice. The tragedy isn’t just that Elvis Presley died. It’s that everyone saw it coming and the show still went on. If this video hit you the way it hit me researching it, drop a comment. I want to know what you think.

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