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This doctor went to the funeral - it ended in the scariest resuscitation he has ever experienced

Doctors often find themselves providing medical care even when they are not on duty.

This is what happened to Dr. Erel Boczynski who went to the funeral and was called to save a man who collapsed on the fresh grave. This is the story from his side, and the lesson we all need to learn from it

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• Cardiac Arrest

• fainting

• cardiopulmonary resuscitation

Dr. Erel Boczynski

Wednesday, 10 November, 2021, 06:44 Updated: 08:55

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"Just so that no one faints here and they call a doctor."

This is what I told the company as soon as we both arrived at a particularly sad funeral.

The situation is already familiar to me: sun, hot and older people who stand for a long time often faint.

The funeral was very difficult, and when it was over we stood on the main path a few dozen meters from the fresh tomb, planning to drive to Shiva.

"Does anyone have a headache pill?" I asked, not knowing what to expect.

And just then, a friend who stayed by the fresh grave waved to me with his hand "Come here."

I hear someone say "someone fainted".

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Well, that was to be expected, "I say to those with me, and begin to walk briskly towards the grave. In my head plays the regular script, which almost always includes a few seconds to minutes of weakness, some water, a gradual return to consciousness, and usually ends with a smile. Rises

again.I approach and see the hustle and bustle around my father (pseudonym), and even before I can see him I try to feel the pressure in the air from his surroundings. "Not something out of the ordinary," I think to myself.No one shouts or sounds stressed. "Turn around, he's a doctor," someone says.

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I try to reach him, but until I can clear them all I grab his hand from between the people's legs and the crowded graves - first of all look for a pulse in a person from unconsciousness.

Once there is a pulse, you know that the level of danger is significantly reduced.

The truth?

Does not feel a pulse in the hand, but it can happen during fainting and more in an adult.

I of course know that the place to look for a pulse is in the neck.

It is the central pulse and it is the one that determines.

Now I'm assertively turning the people over to get to his neck.

The feeling of a pulse on my neck will calm me down, and then I will in turn calm everyone down.

He is unconscious and I put a hand on one side of the neck.

Here too does not feel.

But there is a surgical scar there.

"That's probably the reason," I think to myself.

Put a hand on the other side.

There is no pulse there either.

This is what a person like Death came to visit him look like

At this point, I feel like the whole world is sharpening at once and as if the whole thing is focused on this time and place.

The thought crosses my mind that in order for me to treat this as another routine case of fainting, I must feel the pulse on my fingers, which in an emergency can even be described as a pleasant and soothing feeling.

When you feel it you actually feel your patient "inside".

You know that no matter how bad it looks on the outside, on the inside there is a flow of blood to the vital organs and it gives you peace of mind in such situations.

There is no pulse, and the worry is growing.

CPR (Photo: ShutterStock)

But he has no pulse and the world continues to taper around me.

I catch on for a split second - from unconsciousness without a freckle pulse, which I'm still looking for.

Again and again.

And no find.

Now I'm starting to feel stressed too.

I lay him down where he fell - right on the grave of his relative, whom we had just covered in fresh soil.

He lies on the damp ground and bouquets of flowers protrude from under his back.

I look at his face and in another split second I see the sight I know so well - this is what a man who death came to visit looks like.

I have no shadow of a doubt.

It shows that my brain is etched after so many resuscitations I have done in my life, and at this point something internal also reminds me that most of them were not successful.

This is the moment when I realize he is lying (almost) dead on the fresh grave.

Unconscious and without a pulse.

And worst of all - looks dead.

Still seeing myself from the side handing out instructions on the fresh grave

Dr. Erel Boczynski (Photo: Amit Artman)

The next stage is an amazing stage, unusual and happens very few times in life. Your mind, memory, consciousness and subconscious, intuition and primitive instincts all fit together into a series of automatic actions flooded with adrenaline, which you perform without thinking for a second but equally you also feel like someone who looks at everything from the side without any control over what happens. Even now when I imagine it, I still see myself from the side handing out instructions on the fresh grave.

I urgently call Assaf, my best friend, a doctor who specializes in emergency medicine, who is at the scene as well. In a second I rip my father's shirt off with both hands and start a chest massage. I do not think about it at all, or anything else. The ears hear his wife in broken cries, the head tries to ignore and the mouth begins to hand out instructions. Keep them away, so that there will be no one here who does not have to. MDA on the way with the defibrillator? Continues massages.

I know that resuscitation is usually a long and tiring thing.

Assaf offers to replace me, and in the exchange between us we are once again looking for a pulse.

Assaf says he has an ominous breathing pattern.

Massages continue.

I get ready for a long resuscitation and start picking up the rest of the friends.

Tell them to pay attention and learn quickly that soon they will have to help with the massages, when we both get tired.

Another story that makes clear how much it must not be given up.

Defibrillator (Photo: Reuven Castro)

So we continue massaging for a few minutes, but for a moment he seems to respond. Stop. For the first time he opens his eyes and mumbles something. It means one thing - he has a pulse and we stop massages. We stand close to him and slowly he starts talking. He remembers nothing and gradually regains consciousness. When MDA comes to evacuate him he is already fully conscious. We breathe a sigh of relief.

This case is unusual in so many respects, but emphasizes the importance of providing prompt initial treatment in the field and emphasizing starting a chest massage as quickly as possible, even before rescue forces arrive. It's a difference of life and death for a lot of people.

Precisely because of this Maayan, the widow of the late Dr. Oren Sussman, is promoting the amazing project of placing defibrillators in the public space. I knew Oren, who was an amazing person, a gifted doctor and a brilliant specialist in cardiology, who passed away from a heart attack himself, and more in the ward he loved so much and who knows how to treat situations just like the one that led to his death. This project is entirely in memory of Oren and saving lives, like that of Oren and many others, who did not receive this help at the most important moment in their lives, so it is important that as many of us as possible know this project, donate and help.

But fate wished there were two doctors there next to my father at this moment in his life, and at least this story had a happy ending.

I met my father at seven several days after that incident.

"Can I ask you something?"

He turned to me straight away.

"Sure, happily," I replied, a smile of self-importance smeared on my face as I prepared to shower compliments.

"Listen, really thank you for saving my life and everything, it's nice, no doubt, but I have to ask - did you have to rip my shirt off?".

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