HOW MY SISTER SAVED HER HUSBAND'S LIFE

I have told the story about my brother-in-law's near death experience with a massive

 heart attack on my last blog. It was called "THEY PACKED HIM IN ICE".

This was a procedure of packing him in ice.  It was done after they delivered him to the hospital

and after he received emergency care and then surgery that placed stints in his main

artery to his heart.  The packing of ice prevented possible brain damage.


 Laurie,  my sister, was first on the scene and she was the primary one who saved him

by giving him compressions on his heart. She had seen it done on TV  and

remembered how it is done. She began the compressions, shortly after she

arrived on the scene when she saw he wasn't breathing.  Thank God she knew

what to do because there are only a  few minutes after a heart attack patient

becomes unconscious or comatose  to do something about it.

     I thought it would be important to show you what she did. I found instructions

 on Youtube. So, I'm providing a link for you to watch the young woman perform

the compressions, as my sister, Laurie did. If you haven't read my story,

 please scroll down and read the rest of the

advice and information on this subject.

     Be prepared. You never know when this information may come in handy.

It could mean the difference of life and death, as it was to my brother-in-law, Kenny.

Please click on the link to youtube ,&l

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THEY PACKED HIM IN ICE

    “They packed him in ice? My God, why?’ That was my response to my sister when she called me a few weeks ago from Richmond, Virginia. She told me that her husband Kenny had a massive heart attack. He is a tall strong guy who is 59 years old and was thinking of retiring early. On that particular day, Kenny was singularly, tearing down a wall of their house and breaking up tile, with all his might. The plan was to remodel the house and place it on the market and then to downsize to a smaller house for their eventual retirement. He placed a lot of effort on this job, as he admitted when he called my sister on the phone.

     My sister, Laurie was on her way home from work, only a few minutes from the house. When she answered her cell phone, Kenny said, “I must have overdone it. I feel chest pains and hurt all over.”

     Laurie said, “Are you nauseated?”

     Her husband of many years said, “No, but I have really bad indigestion.”

     Laurie said, “Oh no. Call 911 right now and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

     Laurie was aware of the symptoms of a heart attack and knew that indigestion

was one of them. She knew she was racing against time that day as she neared

the house. She prayed that her fears were unfounded.She ran to the front door and entered the living room where Kenny was sitting in his chair. His head was leaning to its side. She spoke to him and he didn’t respond. She leaned down and listened for his breathing and there was none. She knew her worst fears were real. She began pushing on his chest. When she realized that was not going to work she grabbed a hold of his feet and pulled him off his chair, as fast and forcefully as she could. At the time,she was afraid she hurt his head, but she knew she had to do all she could remember to save him. She had seen emergency people 30 years before attempt to resuscitate a man. She saw them use CPR fruitlessly. But more recently, she saw on  TV where compressions were  recommended when there was an untrained person present in the company of the heart attack victim. She said she learned to place one hand over the other and push down on his chest in a one two push rhythm. And that is what she proceeded to do. She said she blew her breath in his mouth a couple of times, but there was no response, so she continued with the compressions.

     

     Shortly after she had been working on her husband’s chest the EMS arrived at

he door. She screamed out, “Hurry, hurry.”

     When the paramedics came in the living room, one of the guys dropped his

mouth wide open in surprise. He said she was doing a good job and asked her

if she could continue with what she was doing while he set up. She continued the

compressions until they took over. They took him to two hospitals, while Laurie

frantically went looking for him. When the emergency people found the right

hospital, they waited for the cardiologist to  arrive. They told my sister her

husband was gravely ill. After a quick surgery placing stints in his main artery,

they took him to ICU and packed his body in ice to bring down his temperature

to 90 degrees. They kept him on ice 24 hours. Then they removed the ice.

     The whole family was surprised that he was being treated in such a fashion.

Needless to say I was, as well. So, I googled and researched the ice packing of heart patients. One of the first articles to pop up was Jeffrey Dobkin’s, “A Technique For Delaying Brain Death in Heart Attack Victims”, Please check it out, you never know when this can make the difference in life and death.

<http://www.dobkin.com/content/articles/DelayingBrainDeath.asp> His article is

very interesting.

     

     Quickly, I will tell you that this is a procedure that can be done to delay the

irreversible brain damage thought to occur when no oxygen reaches the brain

for four minutes. He also discusses that in case of emergency, when there is no

other immediate remedy and you live in the country and you have a heart attack

or someone else does, another one present can wrap the heart victim in plastic

grocery bags filled with ice from your freezer. Or merely wrapping one’s face

with the ice to cool the body can bring the body temperature down to mimic

hypothermia. The odds of someone surviving after becoming comatose are

not good: 75 % are never revived or die shortly after.

     The wrapping of ice for crucial cases started in Australia. And apparently it

is being used up east in Virginia. I can’t help wondering if the procedure is

used in Texas yet.

    At any rate, I’m delighted to tell you that four weeks later, my brother-in-law is

up walking and talking and the only effect he feels from the coronary is some

short term memory loss which is being treated. The doctor told him he could play

golf again, but to let someone else do the carpentry work.

     Thank the universe and God that my sister knew what to do to save his life

and the progressive doctors up east were smart enough to pack him in ice.

   
        DON'T FORGET TO READ THE LINK ABOVE.

MY SURPRISE INTRUDER IN MEAN DALLAS (PART FOUR)

                                    MY SURPRISE INTRUDER IN MEAN DALLAS          

                                                       (PART FOUR)

     Two kind and patient police detectives delivered the two toddlers and me to the

downtown police station in Dallas. They held the childrens' hands and directed us to the

room, next to  where the lineup was to take place. They gave them books and toys to play

with and we told them I needed to go into the next room to see some people, but I would

be right back. They seemed content to stay and play.

     I went into a room that was dimly lit with an elevated stage with lights. There were

numbers printed on the wall above the stage with arrows that pointed down. There were

numerous chairs situated to accommodate people to see the show. I was apprehensive to

be in the same room with  the intruder. I told them I was sure I could identify him if he

was there. But I was concerned that he would see me. They assured me that there was no

way he would be able to see me because the room was set up so that the lights  on the

men  would highlight them, but hide me because I would be in an almost dark area. They

also explained that five of the guys were people I was not familiar with. Usually, they

chose the phony guys from around the station, with officers included. So, they knew if I

did not choose the perpetrator whom they arrested for the crime, and instead I chose

someone else, more than likely they had the wrong guy.

     I walked into the dark room and looked up at the empty stage. After a few

minutes, in walked six men. Each of them lined up under a number. As a group, they

were dressed similarly. They wore short sleeve casual shirts and dark trousers. As I

scanned the group I was careful to study the face of each and every one of them.

Then I went back over them again with my eyes to make sure. I don’t remember

which number he was standing under, but I picked him out of the crowd, just the

same.

     As it turned out, they told me that I indeed chose the man who was the only

one, not a member of the staff. They said they felt good about it, but the next

thing they had to do was to call in the other woman who had the similar

experience. I don’t know if she followed me that day or if she came in

the next day. But the police called me after a couple of days and told me

they had their man. Not only did the other woman select the same man in the

lineup as I did, but the man made a confession. He also confessed to other crimes.

He admitted to raping one woman and committing indecent exposure on at least

two times. After hearing that, I felt lucky that my surprise intruder did not commit

any of those  crimes with me. The detectives who called me said that the DA’s office

would be getting in touch with me later. They told me they would need my statement

that verified that I had identified the intruder that walked in my home and threatened

me several months earlier.

     In October, when the Oklahoma University and Texas University game was

planned, the DA’s office called and said they needed me to come to the Dallas County

Court House to make my statement in which I had identified the surprise intruder.

 It was to be on Friday before the Saturday game. My parents were coming to town from

Oklahoma City, to see the big game the next day. They told me they would accompany

 me to the Court House. When we got there many people were waiting for trials,

depositions and whatever business they had related to crime. It was a very busy

place and difficult to find our way around and to get  information. There were obvious 

criminals in chains and witnesses and they all seemed to be treated alike. The bureaucratic

 workers treated us all like criminals. They were rude and appeared disinterested 

in guiding us anywhere. Eventually,  I found my place to do what I had gone there 

to do. I was certainly glad to finish and get away from there.

     Somehow I heard later that the intruder was convicted and sent to prison.

But afterwards, I thought I saw him from one time to another. Once, I did call the

police station and ask someone if the intruder had been released

from prison and whomever I talked to said, “No, he hasn’t and he won’t be out

for sometime.” Perhaps that is a typical response from a victim, always looking

over her shoulder.  I can imagine  how bad it is for a victim who was really

 hurt. It has to be a terrible feeling. I was indeed blessed that I wasn’t

     We only stayed in Dallas a few more months. We never felt comfortable there.

Five years later when President Kennedy was shot, my husband said, “I bet his killer

is from South Dallas, or Oak Cliff. Sure enough he was and that is where he was

captured.

     After all these years, I’ll never forget the day I had a surprise intruder in “mean

Dallas.” And I’ll always know I was lucky to be unharmed. And we were all lucky

that the police were concerned enough to find the criminal and take him off the streets.