Yesterday, I
had just brought a patient into the hospital and was making light conversation
with a couple of the nurses and one of the nurses, Mary, had asked if I had
worked on Saturday. I replied that I hadn’t. She related that she had gotten
several emergency patients in a row; one in particular was a teenager that was
in ventricular tachycardia. Unusual, but obviously possible. I commented about
a particular transport I had more than a few years ago, a young lady with an
underlying congenital heart problem of dextrocardia. Again, unusual but
possible. As I was driving home from work later that evening, I relived that
call in my mind. It made it a bit hard to continue driving.
I had just
brought an emergency patient into St. Joe’s West and was preceded by another
crew who had transported a 19 year old in respiratory distress. Upon arriving
at the emergency room, I was informed by my dispatcher that I would be
transporting a critical patient from the emergency room to Children’s Hospital
Emergency Room. Stat.
After I
finished transferring my current patient’s care over to the staff, I went to
the ER doc and nurse to receive my reports and orders for my critical patient. A
19 year old female had collapsed, in respiratory distress, while playing
soccer, if my memory serves. She then went into respiratory arrest and
bradycardia and was transported by a fellow crew. All of her treatments over
the years and all of her primary doctors and surgeons were at Children’s. That
was where she needed to be.
Her main
medical history was dextrocardia. Dextrocardia comes in two forms. The first
form presents with the heart on the opposite side of the chest, usually with no
other side effects except that medical professionals have to reverse the ECG
leads when obtaining an ECG. The second form is a bit more radical with all
visceral organs reversed. My patient had the first form but with an added
twist. As it was described to me by her parents, she was also born with her
heart pumping blood in the opposite direction, from the left side of the heart
to the right. She had undergone more than a dozen surgeries as a child to
correct this, but ultimately she still had a heart that was effectively running
in reverse, usually causing her to be chronically fatigued.
I went into
the trauma room to observe my patient and to see what exactly I was dealing
with. A pretty-as-a-flower young lady was laying on the gurney, sedated. I
remember her parents being in the room, looking very worried. She was intubated
and on a ventilator, and her heart was being paced by a transcutaneous
pacemaker (the hospital version of our LifePak ECG Monitor/Defibrillator). She had
several medications running, including a sedative (probably Propofol) and
Levophed (a vasopressor medication that encourages the heart to be more active
and pump more forcefully so as to increase blood pressure). I was also made
aware that the staff had been slowly increasing the gain (milliamps) on the
pacemaker to maintain heart capture. Plain and simple, this kid’s heart was
failing. This transport wasn’t going to be an easy one.
I made all my
preparations. Got all my medications switched over to our medication pumps,
obtained my ventilator settings and prepared the ventilator. We moved our
patient to our stretcher and switched to our ventilator. I synchronized our
pacemaker with the hospital’s and made the switch. So far, so good.
“Fly like the
wind” was the order from the doc and from me to my partner. Mom was
accompanying us, secured in the passenger seat.
We hadn’t
even made it all the way to I-94 before I was already increasing the gain on
the pacemaker to keep her heart going. I kept Mom informed of what was
happening, but to be assured that I wouldn’t give her daughter and her anything
less than my very best.
By the time
we were sprinting past St. John’s, the gain was maxxed out and I had already
increased the Levophed to its maximum limit. My mind was racing, trying to
think of anything else I could possibly do to help this beautiful kid with a
whole life ahead of her. She made up my mind for me. She arrested. Too far to
turn back to St. John’s, we narrowed our sights on Children’s and told my
partner to pick it up, speed limiter be damned. I honestly don’t think my
partner was ever doing less than 80 mph once we entered on to the freeway.
I started my
CPR compressions and ventilations, and started dumping Epinephrine and Atropine
into the IV. I remember telling her to keep going, even yelling at her to not
give up. Anything to give her a chance. We rolled into Children’s ER and
immediately into the Trauma Room to the awaiting trauma team. I stayed and
helped until the last, CPR or ventilating or administering medications,
whatever was needed. An hour and a half later, we finally stopped.
Afterwards, I
went to the quiet room where her mother and father had been waiting to express
my condolences. I finally broke down and cried. I had finally left everything on
the table that day. Her parents were so grateful for what I did for their
daughter and hugged me, trying to console me when I should have been the one
consoling them.
It was a
quiet trip back to the service area. I was truly exhausted, physically and mentally.
I went to the
funeral home a few days later to pay my respects. It’s not something I usually
do, but I do occasionally. I’ve found over the years that it helps lessen the
burden on the soul and keeps my perspective in check. I found that, regardless
of this young lady’s heart problem, she defied the odds, living life like a
normal kid should, with an abundance of energy and optimism. She had many
friends and family and it appeared to me that she never let something like a
broken heart stop her from living every day to the fullest.
As I finished
my drive home yesterday, thinking about all of this and through blurry eyes, “The
Fire Down Below” by Bob Seger came on the radio. Coincidence? Probably, but
maybe not. I realized that that young lady approached her life with a fire and
a spirit that kept her going years after what many thought was possible. When
she arrested, I felt like I claimed that fire, if only for a little while, so I
could do what I needed to do. She deserved nothing less. I needed to give her
nothing less than my best. I realize now that I also did it for myself. So I
could go back the next day and the next day and every day. Just to give someone
else that chance.
Okay, that’s
enough for now. I’m an emotional wreck right now. God bless and Bring it!
Mikey