Here's a pic of two of my sons working together for Campion Ambulance in Waterbury, CT. Corey, 23 on the left, is an EMT working his way through college to become a paramedic/business major, and Kyle 21, a paramedic, will graduate in the spring as a respiratory therapist, and then move on to get his BS in Respiratory, is on the right. Unfortunately, both boys work quite a bit while attending college full-time, to help defray the cost of their education.
Last night, they were sent on a call to help a cocaine addict that's been in a nursing home for several years, brain-dead from a cocaine overdose. As my son, Kyle, inserted an IV, blood splattered and hit him in the eye. I can't tell you how upset I was when Corey called from the hospital telling me what happened and they would be home quite late. I sent out an urgent request for prayers, while waking my younger children to please pray for their brother, that everything would be alright. They're all very close, and were upset to think something could happen.
This is the third time we have been through such an ordeal. Once Corey was helping a motorcycle accident victim, when he got covered in blood. The victim died while being worked on the way to the hospital. His wife refused to let bloodwork be done to determine if her husband had AIDS or hepatitis. It was an agonizing six months wondering if the monthly bloodwork would continue to be O.K.
The next incident came when Kyle was working on a seizure patient that vomited and Kyle received that one in the mouth. Again, we were worried, but he turned out fine.
I guess this is all part of what they're doing. My third son, Casey, who's 15 is taking the EMT course now, and is following in his brother's footsteps. I asked the older boys to consider a less "involved" job, but they both just laughed and said, "Why? We love what we're doing."
We will find out on Monday the results of the bloodwork from Kyle and the patient. Please pray that everything is alright. Thank you, to all of you that I know have already kept my son close in prayer. I can't tell you what a comfort it is.