I’m not used to turning on the TV and watching a news report discuss anything at all related to perfusion. But these are the beginnings of NEW TIMES- where we all confront the hellish reality of a paradigm shift in our culture as a new and budding clarity settles in and we have to accept what we truly don’t want to acknowledge as plausible for our lifetimes- that we have LOST TOTAL CONTROL of our intimately safe environment.
Just because we can’t see it (the virus) doesn’t mean we can’ beat it. There are millions of pathological organisms out there that we know can hurt us- and at the same time- we defeat them- or at least keep them at bay.
The most significant thing at the moment that impedes us- is right in front of us… It’s US! We seem incapable of stepping away from political posturing to actually save ourselves! How sad is that?
Our defense mechanisms are clearly a new and altered reality. Politics are a cesspool of indecision- so finally we come to our own personal crossroads and survival game plans- some of which are freshly designed and thoroughly untested scripts for enduring that which we know nothing of in terms of what we as individuals, as a family, or as a community are truly facing.
I personally don’t travel down roads that are predefined or media prognosticated as end-of-world scenarios.
That is NOT what we are dealing with here.
We are dealing with a communicable disease- that is exacerbated and potentiated by constant political mongering that in and of itself feeds a relentless media scrum that in my opinion- Is more harmful than helpful.
So let’s get a grip shall we?
Are we so reliant on complacent comfort that we can’t handle the truth? Hate to steal that line- but it is obvious that we aren’t handling it very well at all= in the country of all countries.
Cavemen would be far less afraid and deal with it more effectively. Instead we languish in a false reality and hope that our online lives can be restored to us so that all our social networks remain in play in order to consolidate a miasm of unrealistic fantasies of what we wish our lives to actually be- versus what they truly are.
End result? We live false lives- and suckle to anything that can possibly diminish the daily stress of life. I suppose that is where social media breeds us into a hive mentality.
My apologies for the negative tone of this particular post- but let’s get our shit together ok?
Open heart surgery is a very hard operation to endure- regardless of how it is sold to the masses. It’s tough- with absolutely ZERO guarantee.
ECMO may be harsh to witness but it is NOT brutal. It depends on the circumstances surrounding the need for that clinical intervention- and the obvious that it is one of the last interventional measures that we can deploy- in order to save a life that would otherwise be lost.
Of course it’s scary for people to watch- in all reality- it is a the slightest reflection of the reality of what most people can never truly grasp or realize when their loved ones undergo open-heart surgery.
IMO it’s an invasive RX that can’t possibly be considered as a realistic modality for treating the potential numbers we are looking at. It will never happen. The resources and supplies are far too minuscule to even have it enter into the mainstream media as a logistical alternative.
It is far too expensive in terms of clinical personnel- equipment- resources- and completely appropriate for certain situations that should not be confounded by a desperate grab for a few last straws of politicized misinformation.
I’ve been involved in countless cases that resulted in ECMO.
“BRUTAL” was never a term that crossed my mind.
Last ditch effort? YES
It is just one of many life saving options for truly sick patients that meet the right criteria to have a measurable chance of survival as a result of undergoing it.
ECMO represents a life saving measure- with huge dedication to patient outcome- we just don’t have enough supplies or personnel to cover a fraction of the people that would even meet the criterion to be considered for this therapy to begin with.
Harinder Singh Bedi Frank..pl share the link mentioning Brutal.
Magical – yes
…but Brutal – no
Here is a true story about ECMO:
24 Hours… of ECMO
Jesse Shipman struggles to do a stretch during a therapy session with occupational therapist Megan Taylor at TrustPoint Hospital in Lubbock, Texas Tuesday, June 12, 2011.
(Miranda Grubbs/ Lubbock Avalanche-Journal)
The End and a new beginning
This is the culmination of Jessie’s story. His life is a new chapter now, and it validates everything that we do when we see outcomes as special as this.
I love being a perfusionist. For all it’s heart aches, this is what it is all about.
The story below is courtesy of The Avalanche Journal, Lubbock, Texas.
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From: THE AVALANCHE-JOURNAL
“Is he Going To Die ?”
Mike Shipman looked at his 15-year-old son Jesse, unconscious in the hospital bed.
“Is he going to die?” Mike asked the doctor.
The doctor nodded.
Roughly a month later, Jesse left the hospital a little thinner, a little sore, but the same old stubborn, wisecracking teenager his parents and his little brother, Justin, knew and loved.
Jesse’s body nearly succumbed to a virus, leaving his heart struggling to function. His organs failed. The condition baffled physicians.
He spent days on a heart-lung machine. Physicians operated.
And suddenly everything changed.
Jesse recovered in mere hours when other patients would have taken weeks.
Doctors called his speedy recovery a miracle.
“He’s my hero,” Mike said.
Tears welled in the police officer’s eyes as he watched his son walk through the hospital room, a few weeks later.
“I don’t think I could be as brave as Jesse was. He’s the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
Jesse’s left shoulder, red and swollen, throbbed with pain.
For the past couple of days, the youth had felt dehydrated, dizzy and feverish.
A physician had checked him out. And in the emergency room at the University Medical Center, they diagnosed Jesse with mononucleosis.
But this was Sunday, May 15. Jesse had returned.
Doctors helped him into a hospital bed.
“Dad! Make them stop! Make them stop!” Jesse called out.
Mike and his wife, Jenni, struggled, watching their son – this freshman who had earned his way onto the varsity football team – this, their son hurt, and not from the ministrations of the hospital staff.
Physicians placed him in the Intensive Care Unit. They told Jesse he was very sick and needed a machine to breathe for him as they intubated him.
Physicians didn’t know what made Jesse sick. They could see him struggle.
Throughout the night, the youth’s vital organs – those that had sustained him through endless workouts and football games in the Texas heat – struggled to perform basic functions.
As the sun rose, his strong heart began to fail.
Jesse began to die.
A life-saving machine
The extracoporeal membrane oxygenation machine, commonly known as ECMO, acts as an artificial lung outside the body. It pumps oxygen into the patient’s blood.
Dr. Thivakorn Kasemsri, UMC PICU medical director, thought the tool might save Jesse’s life.
But UMC had a machine only for infants and toddlers, not a growing 15-year-old.
Seven minutes away, near Fourth Street and Indiana Avenue, Covenant Health System had the machine that might save Jesse’s life.
Physicians warned Mike and Jenni their son might not survive the drive.
Do whatever you have to do to save him, they insisted.
Dr. James Harrell, a Covenant pediatric cardiovascular thoracic surgeon, and Dr. Susan Haefner, a specialist in pediatric critical care, explained to Mike and Jenni their son had a 50-50 chance of survival even with the ECMO machine’s assistance.
Even then, if he lived, Jesse might not be the same. This gifted athlete with trophies lined up in his bedroom might never walk again. The brother who teased, but loved Justin, might not recognize his younger brother’s face.
Yet, once on the ECMO machine, Jesse’s body began to fight back.
“Thank God he’s an athlete. Thank God he’s in good shape,” Mike thought to himself.
On Thursday, May 19, pediatric cardiologist Dr. Andrew Robinson led a surgical procedure to drain fluid from Jesse’s heart.
The team inserted a tube in Jesse’s shoulder and another one in his groin. They made a hole between the left and right chambers of the heart, so the muscle could decompress.
The surgery took roughly three hours.
But it marked a turning point for Jesse.
Mike began to believe his son might fall in the 50 percent category of those who would recover.
Physicians began to wean Jesse off the ECMO. Originally they anticipated the youth would stay attached to the machine for about three weeks. He came off after four days.
“He did remarkably well,” Haefner said.
Getting Jesse back
As ICU nurse Macy Burdett tended to Jesse, he grabbed her hand so hard, he almost broke it.
“Waaatteerr,” Jesse croaked.
Excited, she ran to the waiting room to tell Mike and Jenni. For the first time in weeks, their son had awakened.
For days, Jesse floated in and out of consciousness, sometimes even hallucinating.
Some time passed before he grasped what had happened.
Simple tasks took more time, specifically walking. Jesse didn’t stand until Monday, May 30. It took nearly all his energy.
The next day he stood again. This time he walked.
Nurses gathered in the hallway and watched as Jesse walked 26 feet. The nurses danced with joy.
“We were like his cheerleading squad,” said Meghan Oldham, a charge nurse.
Mike and Jenni were glad to see their son healing, but feared the illness and treatment would have some lasting effects.
A meeting between Jesse and a speech pathologist calmed their fears.
“Do you have any siblings?” The speech pathologist asked.
“Yes, I have an annoying little brother,” Jesse said.
Mike and Jenni recognized the teasing as a good sign.
“Do you have any questions for me?” The young female speech pathologist asked.
“Yeah,” Jesse said. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Mike and Jenni smiled.
Their son had returned.
A medical mystery
Doctors will never know exactly what was wrong with Jesse.
“It was a mystery to them, and it’s a mystery to us,” Mike said.
Jesse had mono, but he also suffered a second infection that proved far more deadly.
Doctors believe he had a form of cellulitis, a bacterial or viral infection in a small cut or opening in his skin, causing septic shock.
The infection attacked his heart, causing it to fail, Dr. Haefner explained.
Jesse’s shoulder, the source of the pain, likely was the source of the infection. But nobody found a cut on his shoulder. Jesse found a small scrape on his elbow.
Cellulitis, according to the Mayo Clinic, is most common on the lower leg, but can occur anywhere on the body. Even areas of dry skin can provide an entry point for the bacteria.
The septic shock released toxins with the potential to destroy any tissue or organ.
In Jesse’s case, the bacteria chose his heart.
Because of the number of physicians who treated Jesse and the many different kinds of medication administered to him, physicians likely will never determine what exactly ailed the teenager.
By the time medical workers collected blood, urine and mucus cultures, his body had begun destroying the virus, Haefner explained.
But the doctors all agree on one thing: Without the ECMO machine, Jesse would have died.
Justin wrestled with two floating garbage bags full of helium-inflated balloons in the backseat as his family drove away from the hospital.
After nearly a month, Jesse was coming home.
Inside the house, Justin ran and hugged his big brother.
“Hey! Be careful!” Jenni shouted as the hug turned into a tackle.
“The most important thing is that he gets to go home and fight with his brother,” the father had said days before.
Jesse felt weak. His left shoulder remained sore. His clothes hung loosely.
He weighed 175 pounds when he entered the hospital. Now he weighed 151.
Jesse, Justin and Mike sat around the living room and tossed a small red ball.
“You’re a lot better than you were when you first started rehab,” Justin said.
Jesse had spent less than a week in in-patient rehabilitation, impressing the physical therapists at every opportunity.
Some questioned the charts. They didn’t believe a youth whose body had endured what Jesse’s had, could accomplish what the teenager did in physical therapy. Some were moved to tears, knowing they had witnessed a miracle.
Jesse is still getting used to the idea of being a miracle patient.
Coming so close to death affected the way Jesse lives his life.
After weeks spent in the hospital, he is grateful for his own bed, even more grateful for the friends who made him posters and for the family who spent so many days and nights at his bedside.
“It really has changed me,” he said.
It changed them all.