Sunday, May 9, 2010

I Was Overcome

Another date that will be forever etched in my mind is Thursday, 6 May 2010. I had just returned from the gym. It was about 1330 when I walked into the FST building expecting to see what I normally see at that time of day, a few folks sitting in the ICU area reading, bullshitting or on the computers. There was no one there, which was odd, but I could hear some voices in the ATLS area (where our trauma patients enter our facility), so I realized we must have received a patient. What I didn’t realize was that I was about to be involved in the care of a patient with the most horrific and devastating injuries our team may ever see. Now, we typically are notified by telephone or radio when patients will be arriving, but in this case there was no “heads-up”. There was a medic on this patient’s team who performed some initial life-saving interventions at the scene and then had him driven directly to us since we were the closest medical facility. He had vital signs (blood pressure and heart beat) until he got to the front gate of the FOB, less than a minute’s drive to the FST.

I walked in just minutes after his arrival, amazed at what I saw. I watched as HM2 Gavin Rampertaap was performing CPR. I watched HM3 Kevin Hines assisting the patient’s breathing with a bag-valve mask through a breathing tube inserted by the medic (I don’t know how he placed the tube; you could barely see where the patient’s mouth was on his face). I watched HM2 Alonzo (I call him Zo) Shields running to the OR to get equipment. I watched HM3 Hasan Hafiz and HN John Hitchcock cutting off the patient’s pants from what was left of his legs – both were mangled. I watched HM2 Patrick Malveda applying a tourniquet to what was left of the patient’s right arm. I watched Doc Z, bald head and all, inserting a large bore IV into a big vein in the patient’s chest so I could start transfusing blood. I watched LCDR Sue Howell documenting everything that was being done to the patient while at the same time trying to get information about the incident from the medic who brought him to us. I watched CDR Charlie Godinez directing the entire team as he pondered his next intervention; which happened to be another emergency thoracotomy (see earlier post Birthday Cakes and Bombs). After all of the above interventions failed to get the patient’s heart to beat again, he was pronounced dead. This resuscitation was different for me. I had a different perspective. Maybe it was because I was only transfusing blood – I don’t know. I kind of stood back and watched the expressions on the other team member’s faces as they worked. It was surreal, like I wasn’t really there.

We decided early on in this mission that we would debrief as a group after every resuscitation – to talk about what we did well, or not-so-well, and to provide “lessons learned” in the event we have a similar patient in the future. Whoever led the trauma resuscitation leads the debrief then proceeds around the room asking for input from every member of the team who was involved. So, CDR Godinez started and when he was through he went around the trauma bay asking for comments; I was somewhere near the middle of the group, but I wasn’t really listening to what anyone was saying. I just kept thinking about the effort those young corpsmen just put into trying to save that man’s life. I’m almost certain none of them ever saw anything so shocking in their lives. Any one of them could have easily thought the situation was too overwhelming for them and just walked out, and everyone else there would have understood. But, they didn’t. They pressed on, without missing a beat. The next thing I know I hear CDR Godinez say my name, but I found myself unable to speak. I was so overcome I was crying – tears and snot running down my face. I simply shook my head side-to-side. I wasn’t crying because a great American just died in front of me with injuries that would make almost anyone else vomit. I was crying because I was overwhelmed with pride; I was proud to be a part of this outstanding team, doing incredible things, under austere conditions, in a fourth-world country. But mostly I was proud of the corpsmen. They are all between 22 and 29 years old. Many are married and most have children. They don’t get paid a lot and the most junior often get some of the worst taskings here, but when the shit hits the fan like it did on this day, you know they are going to be there, doing what they do, and it’s an unbelievable thing to witness. I am honored to know, and get to work with, every one of them!


THE FST NINE

Front Row Left to Right; HN John Hitchcock, HM2 Zo Shields, HM2 Tommy Turtle, HN Anthony Funk
Back Row Left to Right; HM3 Hasan Hafiz, HM2 Gavin Rampertaap, HM2 Shamica Wilson, HM2 Patrick Malveda, HM3 Kevin Hines


One of the greatest bands in America, Live (from Pennsylvania, of course), released a song called "Overcome" that became synonymous with the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. It’s been almost 9 years since I first heard that song and I am still overcome. Here is a link to a great performance of that song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XzJYjZ6Cio&feature=related

Enjoy!

I usually try to end my posts on a good note, so here goes.

After the debrief I didn’t want anyone to see me crying any more so I went back to my hooch (slang here for living quarters, I didn’t use it at first, but it’s grown on me). Shortly after I sat down there was a knock on my door. My first thought was, Motherfuc$! Who is that? Then I hear LCDR Robbie Ladd, one of our CRNAs, say, “There’s someone here you have to see”. I’m thinking, unless its Judi there can’t possibly be anyone I want to see right now, but he pressed the issue. So, I come out of my hooch and he leads me out the front door of the FST and there in front of me is this beautiful dog. Not just any dog, but an actual working dog – a bomb sniffer – and since she’s a working dog you are allowed to interact with her. Turns out just that afternoon 9 working dogs reported to the FOB. When Robbie saw this one he yelled to her handler and actually chased them down to have him bring the dog back to the FST because he knew I’m a dog-lover and seeing her might cheer me up. Boy was he right. I played with her for nearly half an hour. Her name is Sonya. She’s no Cowher, mind you, but she’s an excellent substitute.



Me and my new best friend on the FOB, Sonya.



Take Care,

John

23 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this story. We're proud of you guys, too.

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  2. Thank you for all you do and for sharing.

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  3. Hey, from the wife of an Army surgeon (759th FST) ...good job. You're doing your work as a team, and this will take each of you far in life.
    It's very true. Most of those who work in the FST are in their early twenties. All of you work your hearts out, for very little recognition. You're behind the scenes, working diligently. So thank you, a million times over.
    Kanani Fong
    The Kitchen Dispatch

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  4. An odd question: Why are you all wearing Army Cammies?

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  5. My husband and I live beside Ft. Hood, Tx. We are church planters and have been privledged to start a church here and hopefully minister in some small way to our military men and women. Thank you for what you shared and for doing the job you are asked to do.

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  6. In the Infantry, we like to thump our chests, and try to convince everybody how big and bad we are, but don't ever think that we don't know who the heroes are... Most of them are wearing scrubs... And they're all named "Doc."

    Semper Fi, Doc...

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  7. My son is in A School now for Corpsman and will leave the first of June for AVT C School in Florida. I am so grateful to you for sharing this story as it helps me to encourage him. Your story will touch many lives in many ways. It has touched my heart beyond measure and I thank you for that. God Bless that mans family and God Bless you and your coworkers for what you all do and endure to get that work done. We are blessed to have you all in our Navy. May God continue to bless you all and keep you safe till your home safe with your families.

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  8. The medical teams astound me day in and day out, you all do amazing things, Thank you.

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  9. I am also from the Pittsburgh area, living now in SC. Go Steelers and Penguins!!
    Thank you for your service and sharing you life with us. Dogs are the best medicine. My dog/son, TJ, is a therapy dog. We go to hospitals, nursing homes, etc. He doesn't do any tricks or anything. He is lazy and cute! Has a face only a mother can love! haha! Stay safe.

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  10. I just turned to my two dogs who have very worried looks on their faces because I'm sniffling and can barely see to type, and told them that we are so, so blessed to live in this country with men and women like you all doing what you do so we can be safe here at home. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Give Sonya some hugs and kisses from me, please. And Sally and Taylor send some licks.

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  12. Thanks for sharing that story, John. Damn, I hate crying. We're proud of you, buddy. Semper Fidelis

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  17. As a contractor working on this base with this medical team, I'd like to say thank you for the tremendous work that you do each day. It's an honor to be working alongside such great men and women.

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  18. Hey Doc, we've met a few times. Just wanted to say a big "Thank you" to you and your guys (and gals) for the work you did on my friend and co-worker. You guys always helped us out whenever we needed anything and we will never forget that. Semper Fidelis.

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  22. Thank the Lord for people like you guys. Thank you for all you do.

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