Happy thanksgiving all.
Some had a
belly food of food, and maybe even one too many cocktails, but I can’t help
think of the souls in this country who are going to bed, again, hungry. They
have nothing and no one who cares about them.
Writing this blog, I wrestled exactly
how to structure it. Should I start from the beginning and try to rattle the
brain cells so the sequence of events is chronological or, easier for me, is to
just tell stories over the course of the past 30 or so years. I’ll be honest,
for me to attempt to put these rantings in chronological order would be practically
the same as setting myself, and ultimately you for inaccuracy and failure. So
please accept my choice to be a story teller rather than a chronological
historian. Deal?
One thanksgiving I was working in New
Haven for New Haven Ambulance with my EMT (now Medic) partner Gene Stabile. Thanksgivings were never fun to work. People
ate too much, drank too much and there were more deaths on this day than any
other. You got up in the morning, showered and headed off to working with the
knowledge is your heart that amongst the stuffed bird, sweet potatoes, and
other sundry dishes, one or more family would end the day with a house in disarray
and one less family member who would be absent at next year’s celebration. The thanksgiving prayer in the coming years
would include some phrase like “…and please dad, know we love you, miss you and
this holiday will never be the same without you”. Families would raise a glass,
and having a year pass to heal the wound, would carry on as usual. Very
strange.
Back to Gene & I. We got a call in
Hamden, CT for a man “not breathing”. What a shock we said out loud. It took us
about 5 or 6 minutes to get to the house, and there were fire units and police
units who had arrived ahead of us. As an aside, this is called a multi tiered
system. Three agencies are dispatched at
the same time, none being equidistant from the address or incident, to begin to
deliver care as quickly and as accurately as possible. The funny thing is all
people die in the same way. We have a fixed period of time, a very short window
where if care is begun, the likelihood of survival increases dramatically. We use 4 to 6 minutes as the time allotted before
the brain starts looking and acting like the turnips on the dining room table.
You get the idea. We can resuscitate someone if care is started later, but the
outcome is very poor. Hearts are pretty tough muscles and if you do everything
correctly they will start beating again. Perhaps not for more than a day or so,
but long enough for families to digest (no pun intended) the thought of
harvesting organs for other dying souls. Brains however are markedly less
forgiving, much more demanding, very high maintenance and not real happy about
being oxygen starved. Hearts, Kidneys, Skin, Eyes, Livers, and most other
organs are more forgiving.
We walked into a Steven King Movie.
There was an old lady trying to hold back Cujo, other, younger members of the
family were yelling and swearing and threatening us, telling us (the PD, FD
& us) that we were moving too slowly, didn’t know what we were doing, and
if dad died, they would see us in court. The Police universally are wonderful.
Firstly they exude authority and secondly, they have handcuffs and mace. Never fear
about working in a multi-teared system where there are cops. They get it. They
understand not only our stress, but the stress being exhibited by distraught
families. We could never ever do our job
without us carrying semi-automatic weapons or, more appropriately, having the
police on scene. I love those guys.
CPR was in progress by the Hamden fire
department, the scene was safe and by having them work really hard on chest
compressions, breathing for the man and suctioning out of his mouth and throat what
seemed like gallons of thanksgiving over indulgence, we could concentrate on
our job of providing advanced life support. (Read: http://www.sca-aware.org/survivor-stories/a-nightmare-for-thanksgiving)
We evaluated his cardiac rhythm, which wasn’t great. After 3
shocks from our defibrillator, we started an IV in his neck, giving him fluid,
medication, and interposing re-evaluations of his cardiac rhythm and treating
them according to our guidelines, or “protocols”. Scene time is usually 20 to 30 minutes when
all is said and done. This poor man would not respond to all of our efforts. We
were all drenched in sweat, the aroma in the room was putrid (not uncommon and
something that comes with the territory) and the family was a total, understandable,
decompensating mass of sadness.
Once he was “packaged” and our efforts never ceased, he was
moved to the ambulance, where we continued our efforts.
Prior to leaving and just before the second rear door was
shut, family friend arrived, who was well known in the community because he was
the Monsignor at the local Catholic Church. Quite politely and quite self assured,
he asked if he might say a prayer and anoint the body with the last rights
(talk about a tear jerker). We had 3 people in a van ambulance, plus gear and
the patient who we were still working on, so the only body part Father could
reach was the patient’s big toe and his left foot. We were anxious to get
moving but nevertheless respectful of God’s plan.
Father took out his holy oil, said a prayer, made the sign
of the cross on the patients foot and at that precise moment, our patient’s
heart started beating on its own again. Can you say goose bumps? We took him to Yale,
no CPR was being done because he was sustaining his own blood pressure and
breathing on his own. Not one word was spoken in the back of that ambulance until
we had delivered the patient and begun our chores of cleaning up and restocking
the material we used. Tears were shed by several members of the team, myself
included and at least for myself, I will admit I had an epiphany.
Our Thanksgiving Day patient died two days later, but his family
gave life to five people by donating his organs to others.
I have from time to time, wrestled with my religion
wondering if God wants someone home, what right do I have to try and change
that plan.
