X-Message-Number: 601 From: Subject: Re: cryonics: #596 - #598 Date: Thu, 9 Jan 92 18:21:05 PST Re the story of the latest ACS suspension, Alcor did one too in December, but ours seems to have gone a lot smoother. This will show up in next month's Cryonics magazine, those with subscriptions are just getting this story a little early. Keith Henson ------- The Transport of Patient A-1312 by H. Keith Henson [The following article is cleaned up from a collection of personal notes from my viewpoint on the suspension. The patient's name and his wife's are pseudonyms. He happens to be a friend of three of the stabilization team members. The "warts" mentioned here are in keeping with the long standing Alcor tradition of telling it like it happened so we can learn from each suspension.] The first indication that our patient was in imminent trouble came less than two weeks before his suspension. "Dennis" had metastasized gastric cancer which had spread into the liver before it was discovered about 5 months ago. He had been out of the country for most of that time in an experimental program which seemed to be having positive results. On December 4, word reached Alcor that Dennis was in the early stages of liver failure. The patient's wife ("Cynthia") was advised of the near impossibility of doing an overseas transport in his situation, and he was advised to get back if possible. They arrived back on Dec. 7 and checked Dennis into a University of California at San Francisco hospital for evaluation. The next day (December 8) we moved the transport kit from my place in San Jose, where it is usually stored, to the coordinator's house in Palo Alto (closer to San Francisco). There was a regular monthly meeting scheduled that day, so the local transport team members (Naomi Renolds, Arel Lucas, Joe Tennant, Leonard Zubkoff, Keith Henson) came early to check out the equipment and review operational procedures. During the inspection/ review session, we found that the fittings on our high impulse heart- lung resuscitator (HLR) were incompatible with the oxygen-supply fittings (something which had been known for some time, but not fixed). Leonard and I did some running around to get it fixed. (The manufacturer-- Michigan Instruments-- happens to use "M" type air chucks, male on the machine.) We got the correct air chuck from a local hardware store, and that was the one actually used for the stabilization. The next day, Leonard picked up enough of the green Hanson fittings for us to have used those as well. Tuesday, December 10, I was out getting a second "H" cylinder of oxygen when Arel got the word that our patient was in trouble--serious enough for the team to assemble at the hospital. (Michigan Instrument HLRs use up two "H" cylinders during a stabilization. More oxygen may be needed if some gets used up for pre-stabilization supplemental oxygen, or if no washout is possible. In this stabilization, we emptied one of them and used about 1400 psi from the other one in an hour and 45 minutes of HLR operation.) When I got home, we transferred some materials into the car including the Nimodipine which had been missed in the first load, threw in our RONKs (specialized Alcor "Remain OverNight Kits") dropped our daughter Amber with (designated childcare people) Laura and Johan, and headed off to San Francisco. The hospital was fairly easy to find with the directions we had been given, but directions were about all the correct information we had. The initial call from the hospital to Alcor central had hit when both Mike and Carlos were out of the office (Mike was in a dentist's chair!). Alcor alerted Naomi (our local coordinator) who got in contact with the nurse who had originated the call. The nurse asked what they should do if the patient should die before Alcor arrived, so Naomi read her the abbreviated protocol. The nurse (perhaps in consult with a resident) told Naomi that they could not do this, so Alcor should bring their own medication, which Naomi took to imply we could administer the transport medications if we brought them. When we got to the hospital Naomi determined that the hospital would not let us do *any* of the initial transport protocol within their walls. We would have to remove Dennis and frantically administer the medications in the parking lot. There is a lesson here in knowing who can speak for a hospital; and neither nurses nor doctors can do that. We were allowed to move our portable ice bath into the room along with ice in chests. About 7 pm, an Alcor transport team consisting of Mike Darwin, Tanya Jones, and Carlos Mondragon left Riverside in the Alcor ambulance and a rented backup van. They had a rough time of it going up the central valley in dense fog (Stephen King grade). During a discussion with Cynthia about Dennis's condition (over a cellular phone link) Mike commented that our patient was more likely to live through the night than the transport team. Our patient, while somewhat disoriented and hard to understand, did not seem to be in much danger that evening. He was up to hosting a popsicle party (the humor of this hit days later) and near midnight (trailing oxygen and feeding tube lines) insisted on getting out of bed and into a chair. The reason we had been called was that his condition was deteriorating very rapidly (he had been completely lucid the previous day). His family was worried that the team's presence would distress him, but since he understood his condition, we seemed to be a comfort instead. When he saw the lab coats with the Alcor insignia stitched onto them, he began asking, "Thirty years, true or false" in accordance with the latest local speculations that cell-repair machines might be available for rescue in that time period. Discussions in the hospital and over the cellular phone about what we could do in the hospital led to the conclusion that having our patient pronounced there would result in a *lot* of delay and very serious ischemic injury. The doctors were cooperative, but the administration was not willing to let us do any of the initial procedures in the hospital. We could have put the Alcor legal team on the case, but getting him out of there seemed like a much better idea. There were attempts to get Dennis out of the hospital that night, but it was impossible to make the proper connections and make the complex arrangements needed. The most important part--which couldn't be done late at night--was finding 24-hour hospice-nursing care for quick pronouncement of legal death. In the meantime, the team socialized with Dennis's family and friends, and (using a rough floor plan of the house chalked up on a conference-room board by a friend) decided how to deploy equipment at the patient's home. About 2 am we split the team, leaving Naomi and Joe at the hospital. Arel, Leonard and I went over to a motel to get a little sleep. We arranged for a place for Mike, Tanya, and Carlos to stay when they got in. They rolled into the hospital parking lot shortly after 4 am. After checking that Dennis's condition seemed stable for the moment, they went off for a few hours' sleep. After an uneventful night where I slept and Arel did not, we went back over to the hospital at 8 am to relieve Joe and Naomi. The team from Riverside came back from the motel about 11 am. As soon as she arrived back at the hospital Arel began to seek out the discharge coordinators who had already made plans to move Dennis to his home. It is hard to say enough about the usefulness of hospital social workers. One of them, Bill Rosenfeld, found hospice nurses, arranged for commercial ambulance service to transport Dennis home, and took care of many critical items that no one else considered. It still took from 8 am to about 2 pm to get everything ready. The hospital asked us to move the ambulance from their tiny parking lot about 11 am. I moved it across the street, and stayed with it parked in a taxi zone so it would not be towed away. If any of you ever get drafted to drive that beast, *read the instruction book first.* There are ways you can immobilize it, and do several hundred dollars of damage by flipping the battery switch at the wrong time. At 2 pm, the rest of the team, friends and family cleared out patient's room and loaded the Pizer tank (portable ice bath or PIB), ice chests, and a little other equipment into the van. Dennis went in a regular ambulance with a paramedic crew, his wife, and Mike. Since I have driven trucks before, I was left to drive the Alcor ambulance. About half way between the hospital and Dennis's home I ran out of gas. We later determined this to have been caused by a stuck valve which should switch between tanks. Even with the switch in the (full) auxiliary tank, position, it was trying to take fuel from the empty main tank. On the advice of a mechanic, Carlos banged the valve with a mallet later, but we did not trust that valve for the remainder of the transport. Carlos was behind me in the van, and stopped. Naomi was behind him, and stopped. Naomi went down to the next gas station to pick up some gas, while Carlos left the van parked behind the ambulance to partly shield it from fast freeway traffic. Sitting beside a freeway with cars whizzing by is *not* my idea of a fun time! Arel came by, and we sent her off in to get gas as well since our car had a gas can in it, and we figured Naomi might have problems getting one (she did not). Naomi came back with a can and we got the ambulance started, after I took off the air cleaner and poured a little gas into the carburetor. Arel locked her keys in the car when she got to the gas station, but we located her because it was the same gas station where Naomi had picked up gas. Naomi and Arel, driving the two station wagons took off ahead. After filling up, Carlos and I drove the van and ambulance to the patient's home. When we got there, the transfer ambulance was just about to leave, having been held up on the lack of bed padding which was in one of the two cars. It took us nearly two hours to make what should have been a half-hour trip. Cynthia had had Bill order several cots for us as well as a hospital bed for her husband. Once the padding arrived, Dennis was put in bed in the living room, where (as had been planned at the hospital) the furniture had been pushed back to the walls or moved out of the room. It was the best place available, and gave us adequate room to put the MALSS (Mobile Advance Life Support System) cart next to his bed when the time came. Some of his friends managed to get a plastic sheet down to protect the carpet. Plastic sheeting and masking tape are going to be added to our stabilization kit. We certainly would have ruined the carpet without it. His friends also acquired pitchers for spreading ice, and 5 gallon buckets for catching blood washout. These should be standard kit items as well. One of his friends also made an airport run to pick up items not brought up with the Alcor South team. With Dennis in bed, and the MALSS cart unloaded from the ambulance, and brought into the dining room, the team and the first of the hospice nurses got together for a briefing from Mike. We were either very lucky or the quality of hospice nurses in this area is very high. They were all surprised by the complexity (and evident effectiveness) of the MALSS cart, and the concern team members showed for our patient. The nurses were on an eight-hour rotating shift, which brought the first one back the next afternoon. They were all interested in what we were going to do. As our briefing and preparations continued, the first of many visitors began to arrive. Our patient was a well known and highly respected figure in Silicon Valley, and had been out of town for some time, so a *lot* of people came through that night, perhaps as many as 50 people over several hours. The last prominent Silicon Valley figure came through, his latest amour on his arm, about midnight. Dennis had markedly deteriorated since the previous night and was now in a coma from liver and kidney failure, but there seemed to be no immediate danger of cardiac arrest. We had no idea how long this state might continue; estimates ranged up to a week. Arel and I left for a couple of hours, collecting a small refrigerator from home which could keep some of the ice frozen. When we got back, we sent Joe home. He only got a few hours' before being recalled about 1:30 am. After getting things set up as well as it seemed we could, I went to bed around 1 am. Carlos and Tanya set up cots behind the MALSS cart in the dining room. Mike had intended to check into a nearby motel, but Dennis's vital signs kept dropping so he borrowed a sleeping bag and some foam, and slept on the floor of the garage. Arel stayed up watching somewhat longer (not entirely trusting the people who were watching Dennis to call us if he were to quit breathing). I found it impossible to sleep, being on edge and expecting to be called out at any moment. Our patient continued to deteriorate all night, and we were called about 7 am to get ready. There was a frantic effort to get the meds drawn up and to get the Viaspan (washout solution) injected with heparin, insulin and dexamethasone (supplied from our kit, since it had not been sent with the Viaspan). We also primed the MALSS cart and move it next to Dennis's bed. But we had underestimated the strength of Dennis's heart. At 11 am we were still waiting. At 11:12 Dennis' blood pressure hit an undetectable low, seeming 0/0, and then to our amazement, he rallied, with color coming back into his nail beds. We stood down for a few hours, and managed to send out for some food. There was another crisis which he got through in the early afternoon. We were beginning to worry about the life of the drawn up meds, bacteria growing in the ECMO (Extracoporeal Membrane Oxygenator) circuit, and about the life of the oxygenator. Mike injected some antibiotic into the circuit to extend its life, and was starting to think about what we had available to tear it down and set it up again. About 4 pm Dennis began to experience very irregular bradycardia and a falling respiratory rate. Still, he lasted about an hour longer. He was pronounced at 5:03 pm. [ End of Part 1 of 2 - KQB ] Rate This Message: http://www.cryonet.org/cgi-bin/rate.cgi?msg=601