Not Until Cairo: A Flight Nursing Tale

Worsening signs.

The author’s flight path circled the globe

The cabin of the Learjet is dark, the heart monitor a metronome over the drone of the engines and pulse of the mechanical ventilator. I’ve been watching my patient’s cardiac rhythm, with ominous hackles rising on the back of my neck while my partner naps. Over the course of the journey the man’s inherent tachycardia has slowly shifted into a sinus rhythm that might seem like normalization on a paper medical report, but feels wrong. After all, this patient is dying. He is returning to Egypt to die amongst family after last-ditch cancer treatments in America have failed.

“Not on this flight,” I think to myself. “Not until Cairo.”

The plane banks as it descends into the Newfoundland night. The cabin vibrates with turbulence; St. John’s may be the most easterly North American fuel stop, but its position on the Atlantic all but guarantees unpredictable weather. The lights of the town sparkle below as my partner rouses, pops his ears, and stretches.

“Look at his heart rate,” I say, quietly. “Pressure’s okay, though.”

“Yeah,” he says. There’s an unspoken accordance between us. We’ve flown together enough—been trapped in small planes for countless hours, evaluating and collaborating—that […]

2018-06-21T10:11:27-04:00June 21st, 2018|Nursing, nursing stories|4 Comments
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Home for Christmas: Flight Nursing and the Symbols of Hope

The Helm of Awe /courtesy of the author

As nurses, we all have patients who stick with us. I’ve thought of Henry many times since we transferred him six months ago from Dublin to an American hospital to undergo groundbreaking treatment or acute lymphocytic leukemia.

His prognosis was poor—a fact he was well aware of. He’d told his father he wanted to “be done.” He’d had enough of hospitals and the medicine that didn’t cure him and only made him feel worse. He was ambulatory and stable from a medical standpoint, but had the drawn and haggard look of the chronically ill. Most disturbing was his reticence. There was none of the enthusiasm I’d expect from a 12-year-old riding across the Atlantic in a Learjet—he couldn’t even be coaxed to lean into the cockpit.

The only time he perked up was when we landed for fuel in Keflavik, Iceland. He sat up and gazed out the window on our approach, looking interested in his surroundings for the first time.  I found out from his dad that he’d missed a school trip to the island due to his cancer, and I started telling him all I knew of Iceland, which wasn’t much. At that time, […]

2017-07-27T11:49:54-04:00December 20th, 2016|Nursing, nursing stories|0 Comments
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Dark Water, Wild Winds: Notes of a Flight Nurse

I must see new things
And investigate them.
I want to taste dark water
And see crackling trees and wild winds.
—Egon Schiele

IMG_2650Repatriation

I’m standing on the tarmac in Manaus, Brazil, where there is indeed a wild wind; it blows debris across the runway yet does nothing to stave off the nearly intolerable heat. Sweat soaks my back and drips down the center of my chest. My limbs are heavy with lethargy. The heat index is 110 but it feels much hotter—even the Learjet fails to provide a haven from the equatorial sun.

We’d come to Brazil to repatriate an Englishman who’d been visiting family and was struck down by sudden and severe seizures. He’d spent weeks in the hospital, sustaining scans and diagnostics to pinpoint the cause, and endured the addition of one antiepileptic medication after another.

While the seizures finally ceased, he was left disquieted and uncomfortable, unsure which symptoms were due to the 7 cm brain mass that had been discovered and which were side effects of the myriad of antidotes. By the time we were dispatched for this mission, he was medically stable and ready to go home to deal with the ominous findings. Biopsies awaited and […]

2016-11-21T13:01:03-05:00July 27th, 2016|career, Nursing, nursing stories, patient experience|0 Comments
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Rightness: A Flight Nurse Taps Into the Universal Language of Nursing

“Immersed in a nursing role that I didn’t even know existed when I entered the profession, I find there to be a common language—one rooted in science but strongest in humanity and compassion, transcending culture, geography, and words.”

By Marcy Phipps, BSN, RN, CCRN, chief flight nurse at Global Jetcare

MarcyPhipps_Flight_NursingI’m standing in the doorway of our plane, watching our patient sleep and eyeing the monitor. The monitor’s beeps keep steady time and mix with the sounds of the pounding waves that batter the atoll.

We’ve stopped for fuel on this narrow runway that stretches down a spit of land in the Pacific. As the sun rises we snack on cold gyudon, a Japanese dish we picked up in Guam. It’s not the best breakfast, but somehow feels right—like a lot of other aspects of this job lately.

We’d started our mission in eastern Asia, picking up an American citizen who’d fallen ill in a city that didn’t cater to tourists and where almost no one spoke English.

While there, our crew’s handler—someone whose job it is to facilitate our lodging, transportation, and generally ease our way—had taken us to a dimly lit restaurant on a back street and treated us to a myriad of local delicacies, some of which I recognized, many of which I didn’t. My usual morning run had led me through parks and a street market […]

2016-11-21T13:01:31-05:00February 1st, 2016|nursing perspective|4 Comments
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Flight Nursing Notes – The Feel of a Homecoming

Observations of an experienced ICU nurse and long-time AJN blogger who recently made the transition to flight nursing.

clouds-photo-from-airplaneMarcy Phipps, BSN, RN, CCRN, ATCN, TNCC, is an occasional contributor to this blog. Some details have been changed to protect patient privacy.

“We’ve been married for 58 years,” my patient’s wife says. “Fifty-eight years…”

She turns her attention from me and gazes out the window of the plane.

We are on a medevac flight, 35,000 feet over the Pacific en route to an urban, American hospital near “home.” Her husband is being transferred to receive aggressive care for a grave illness.

We collected him hours earlier from a hospital on a foreign island. Local paramedics picked my partner and me up from the barren, windy tarmac. As we sped to the hospital in the back of an ambulance with a cracked windshield, the driver turned to warn us that we were going to “the worst hospital in the city.”

“It’s open-air,” he told us, as he dodged mopeds and swerved through narrow, crowded streets.

This didn’t surprise me. I’d been forewarned that hospital conditions on many of these remote islands could be shocking when compared to American standards. It was something I’d been curious to see firsthand.

Yet when we picked our patient up, we found him in a small and clean room in an intensive care unit. Despite the paramedic’s prediction and […]

2016-11-21T13:04:17-05:00July 14th, 2014|career, Nursing|3 Comments
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