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Joshua

October 20, 2010

When Joshua Haskins passed away earlier this month there was a great deal of controversy. This post is not about Circumcision safety issues, but about a related and equally important topic.

Joshua’s mother is heartbroken – she’s supposed to be her child’s advocate, his defender, but now he’s gone and she blames herself. But I don’t – she had been a Heart Mom for seven weeks. There was a lot that Jill Haskins didn’t know, including one critical fact that I didn’t mention.

As regular readers of this blog know, I have a hernia. A hernia can be fixed with a simple operation;  when my dad had his hernia repaired it required an overnight hospital stay, but even that may not be required anymore. The average hernia can be repaired pretty easily, but mine can’t.

My Cardiologist has vetoed a hernia repair more than once, because my blood oxygenation level (the familiar PulseOx reading) is low. A Heart Healthy person will register a PulseOx of nearly 100%; but mine is normally 80 to 82%. “I don’t have any doubt we can put you to sleep,” my Cardiologist says. “The real challenge is waking you back up!”

Not only is anesthesia an issue, there’s more. “I could spend all day describing your cardiac anatomy to the operating team,” my heart doctor continues. “And I don’t know if they would understand it any better when I finished.” That’s quite a statement, considering my doctor has won several teaching awards in his career. I’m 44, and one of the open heart repairs I have had has changed greatly over the years. Another one just isn’t done anymore – there are only three places that I know you can find it: 1) in a musty old surgical textbook; 2) in the brain of a very old cardiac surgeon; and 3) in my chest.

If my hernia were to cause enough trouble that it had to be repaired, I couldn’t just have it done anywhere. I can’t run the risk of having a surgeon who has done this operation 12,759 times before and considers me just another patient, because I’m not. Because of my heart, the plan is to go to Emory University Hospital and have my hernia repaired with a Congenital Heart Surgeon in the room, just in case of trouble. Afterwards they would keep me in the Intensive Care Unit for at least 24 hours – again just in case.

I know this… and I never mentioned it to Joshua’s parents. I don’t recall them mentioning the circumcision to me before it occurred, but that doesn’t matter. I should have said “Look, with Joshua’s heart, there is never going to be a ‘simple’ medical procedure. More than likely he’ll even need antibiotics before and after he sees the dentist, so you really need to think about any kind of operation or procedure that can be avoided.”

But I didn’t say that.

We are each put on this Earth for a reason, to accomplish something. Perhaps Joshua’s task was to remind us all that when you have a Congenital Heart Defect, no medical procedure can be considered “routine.”

Joshua needs you!

August 20, 2010

Just read that Joshua is having a difficult night. His heart rate, Blood Oxygen level, and Blood pressure all fell. Keep him in your thoughts tonight, please.

Update at 6:51 AM (10: 51 AM GMT): Joshua’s mom posted a message to her facebook page that he had “a stable night.”

You’ve come a long way, baby

August 17, 2010

Jill and Shane continue to report on Joshua. Diagnosed prenatally with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS), Joshua was delivered at a major medical center and was immediately sent to a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. By contrast, I was born in a community hospital of less than 100 beds. My grandfather – only an occasional smoker – was so nervous that when I didn’t show up on time, he unwrapped the celebratory box of cigars that he planned to give away and lit up. He was chased outside (smoking was accepted almost everywhere in the mid 1960’s, but a nurse wasn’t comfortable with anyone smoking around the newborns) so he stood under a dogwood tree and smoked until he just had to find out how things were going. Then he jammed his cigar into a fork of the tree and rushed back inside. He never said anything about retrieving his cigar, so for all I know, it could still be there.

Joshua’s parents knew they would be on a roller coaster ride from the moment he arrived. I looked normal. There were no prenatal tests in the 60’s, not even a way to tell if the unborn child was a boy or a girl. Only my mother’s intuition led her to notice that something wasn’t exactly right, and she consulted a pediatrician. The pediatrician that they had used for my older brother was out of town so they talked to the New Guy.

The New Guy realized he was looking at a heart problem but wasn’t sure of the details, so he sent my parents and me to the BIG HOSPITAL 200 miles away. The Doctors at the BIG HOSPITAL figured out that I had Tricuspid Atresia… and stopped. They had never successfully treated a Tricuspid before, so they gave my folks the diagnosis and told them to take me home and enjoy the time I had. I was not long for this world.

New Guy hit the roof. BIG HOSPITAL may not be able to do anything, but he knew of places that would at least try. He found one, and to make a long story short, I was a patient of New Guy until I was 20 years old. The “new” had worn off by then, but he’s one of only two doctors to really understand what is going on inside of me – him and my current Cardiologist. I still see him around town every so often!

By contrast, Joshua was pegged as a Cardiac Kid long ago, while he was still being knit together in his mother’s womb. The moment he was born he was handed off to a skilled care unit. Their only job is to keep him stable until it is time for his repair. And while we thought 200 miles was quite a way to travel to a hospital, that’s no longer true. 200 miles is a short trip.

We’ve literally come a long way.