Miracles Keep Happening At BCMCH
If you see me on TV or walking around the Hospital, you'll know that I'm a priest. My dress gives it away. But deep inside I still love being a doctor & sometimes wish I could do more. And yesterday I become one, once again!!
At 4:30 pm Yesterday evening, we heard the call 'mass casualty' in ER. Within a minute I was there; and along with me, at least 20 staff (including Surgeons, nurses and security staff) 4 young men had been stabbed; one to the abdomen, one to the right side of the chest, one into his right upper thigh ( it opened up a gash and bone was sticking out) and the last one, the worst of the lot - right into his chest into his heart.
I found myself next to the one who had the wound to the right side of this chest. Putting the gloves on and holding his hands steady for the IV fluids to be started, all took me back to my medical student days. It was exciting to be part of a team which was saving lives. It was obvious that his lungs had collapsed on the injured side; he was becoming restless. Another 5 min - a chest tube was put in; he was now relaxed and out of danger.
In the meanwhile I saw our cardiac surgery team attending to the one who had been stabbed in his chest. CT scans, FAST (a quick echo done by the bed side to see internal organ damage), X rays and blood work were done like a rapid response team.
The scene resembled one from a war movie; only that I was in it. Within the next 10 minutes, the most critical one was shifted to the cardiac theatre. Actually his heart had stopped by the time they opened him up. Thank God. This young man had been brought just in the nick of time.
The one with the abdominal wound was operated on by another team of surgeons; he also got through.
I told my wife before I slept - this is why I wanted to be a doctor; to save lives. I had a deep, peaceful sleep.
I chose to be a doctor. God called me to be a priest. I love both roles. Some days, one more than the other.
Rev Fr. Dr. Daniel Johnson
Director - Medical Mission