Trauma: My Life as an Emergency Surgeon

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In this pulse-pounding medical memoir, trauma surgeon James Cole takes readers straight into the ER, where anything can and does happen

TRAUMA is Dr. Cole's harrowing account of his life spent in the ER and on the battlegrounds, fighting to save lives. In addition to his gripping stories of treating victims of gunshot wounds, stabbings, attempted suicides, flesh-eating bacteria, car crashes, industrial accidents, murder, and war, the book also covers the years during ...

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Overview

In this pulse-pounding medical memoir, trauma surgeon James Cole takes readers straight into the ER, where anything can and does happen

TRAUMA is Dr. Cole's harrowing account of his life spent in the ER and on the battlegrounds, fighting to save lives. In addition to his gripping stories of treating victims of gunshot wounds, stabbings, attempted suicides, flesh-eating bacteria, car crashes, industrial accidents, murder, and war, the book also covers the years during Cole's residency training when he was faced with 120-hour work weeks, excessive sleep deprivation, and the pressures of having to manage people dying of traumatic injury, often with little support.

 

Unlike the authors of other medical memoirs, Cole trained to be a surgeon in the military and served as a physician member of a Marine Corps reconnaissance unit, United States Special Operations Command (USSOCOM), and on a Navy Reserve SEAL team.  From treating war casualties in Afghanistan and Iraq to his experiences as a civilian trauma surgeon treating alcoholics, drug addicts, criminals, and the mentally deranged, TRAUMA is an intense look at one man's commitment to his country and to those most desperately in need of aid.

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"An engrossing ... story of the author's evolution from a newly minted MD to an expert trauma surgeon."

Kirkus Reviews

 

"Cole presents an extraordinary chronicle of memorable cases—some heartbreaking, some seemingly miraculous—as he details his grueling training to become a surgeon, one who appears never to forget his humanity and humility."

Publishers Weekly

 

"Fast-paced, realistic and bursting with detail, Trauma is a fascinating look into the frenzied life of a trauma surgeon. It takes us on a journey into the grisly heart of medicine, infusing that journey with compassion and insight." —Dr. Michael Collins, author of HOT LIGHTS, COLD STEEL and BLUE COLLAR, BLUE SCRUBS

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The vast number of mangled patients inevitably becomes a "mental blur" for the emergency surgeons who yank them from the brink of death. Yet Cole presents an extraordinary chronicle of memorable cases—some heartbreaking, some seemingly miraculous—as he details his grueling training to become a surgeon, one who appears never to forget his humanity and humility. As Cole transitions from a residency at a military hospital to civilian practice and back to service in the Navy, he dissects his cases. A cranky old coot who got his right foot wedged between some furniture became one of Cole's most challenging patients, surviving a marathon 26-hour operation. One boy whose maniac father came at him with a screwdriver died despite incredible surgical efforts. A construction worker impaled on a rebar steel pole, was saved by Cole, who sweetly boasts of his "signature operation" involving a "temple of surprises" in the patient's gut. Surgeons-in-training will be fascinated with the level of detail Cole provides. But for everyone else, there are patients who the doctor acknowledges have given back as much as he has provided. Cole writes of a young brain surgery patient, "Rachel's success once again reminded me that quitting my job would never be an option." 20 b&w photos. (Oct.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250013149
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/27/2012
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 369,094
  • Product dimensions: 5.66 (w) x 8.08 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

DR. JAMES COLE has served with USSOCOM and has been a Navy Officer, paratrooper, military diver, and surgeon. He left active duty in 2000 but after the events of September 11th, he rejoined the reserves and was deployed to both Afghanistan and Iraq. He practices Trauma Surgery, Critical Care, and Emergency General Surgery in Illinois.

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The Trauma Surgeon

Introduction

 

The stinking man’s blood trailed along my arm and torso, and then ran down my leg, soaking through my scrub pants. My foot swam in a pool of the sanguineous fluid, which saturated my sock and was welling up inside my operating room shoe. The shoe—constructed of a lightweight, rubbery material that easily repelled all fluids—was keeping my patient’s blood in close contact with my body as I worked. The cool, sticky sensation was terribly unpleasant, but there was nothing I could do to remedy my personal discomfort at the time.

My gloved left hand was pressed deeply into the gaping gash in the left side of my patient’s neck. He had only recently been made calm, after an emergency medicine physician accommodated my request to place an endotracheal breathing tube into my patient’s mouth after I ordered the senior trauma nurse to administer a hefty dose of an intravenous sedative.

Only minutes prior, I responded to a page summoning me to the trauma room. The anxious paramedics arrived with my patient at the very moment I entered the emergency room trauma area; I had no time to don any protective garments other than a pair of gloves. I had never before seen so much blood. My patient’s head, face, neck, and previously white T-shirt were a bright red confluence. His arms, flailing about as paramedics kept him physically restrained to the transport gurney, were saturated with the substance. The paramedic at the head of the moving cart had blood splattered about his face as he struggled to keep the anxious and very agitated victim from rolling off the moving platform. A large pile of crimson gauze was partially secured to my patient’s neck with wide swaths of blood-soaked tape, doing very little to control the ongoing exsanguination from the obvious neck injury.

I helped the four attendants move our foul-smelling patient from the paramedic gurney to the trauma cart. I leaned my face as far away as possible from the obviously intoxicated and combative individual, but I could only maintain so much distance from him with my hand firmly pressed into his neck wound. There was too much noise in the trauma room for anyone to hear my orders. Paramedics, nurses, and technicians of every variety were all speaking at anxiously loud levels, completely oblivious to all other conversations. Everyone was speaking above the other—but no one was really doing anything.

“Okay. All eyes on me!” I commanded in a firm, but nonthreatening voice. The room silenced, with the exception of the man whose neck I had in my grasp, who continued to struggle and moan in a most unpleasant manner. The stench of his filthy, inebriated body stung at my nostrils. I took a look about and realized that the volume of blood in the room had been a shocking sight to more than just myself. People all around me looked somewhat frightened. They needed direction, and they needed leadership.

I removed the bulky, ineffective dressing from my patient’s neck and dark blood coughed out like water from an old pump of a country well. I placed my index and middle fingers deep within the huge, bloody wound, and I plugged the source of the hemorrhage. I could not move my hand, as it was the only thing preventing my patient from bleeding out on that trauma room table. But with my fingers in the dike, I couldn’t do all else that was necessary to manage my trauma patient. I needed help from my team.

As I had done many times before, I ran the ABCs of trauma resuscitation. I ran the mental checklist as I had done repeatedly on past occasions. My patient’s airway needed securing. I made eye contact with the nurse and told her to administer the intravenous sedative and paralyzing agents. I told the emergency medicine doctor rubbernecking near the foot of the bed to place the breathing tube. In less than two minutes, the airway was secured. I then asked the respiratory therapist to listen to the lungs. I watched as she nodded affirmatively as she heard breathing sounds on the left side, and then on the right side of my patient’s chest. I ordered a second nurse to infuse a one-liter, intravenous bolus of fluid, and told the emergency room technician to get me a set of vitals.

“Eighty-six over fifty-four, sir, with a heart rate of one-twenty,” he shouted confidently. I ordered the charge nurse to get me two units of O-negative blood and to run them in as quickly as possible. As she left the resuscitation room, I looked at the nurse who had hung the bag of intravenous (IV) fluid and asked her to call the operating room and prepare for an emergency neck exploration. She pulled a phone from her pocket and she made the call.

About five minutes later, a swarm of trauma personnel was rushing my patient into the operating room. I never left my patient’s side; my fingers remained plunged deep within his anatomical defect. Once in the OR, we transferred my casualty onto the operating room table and I told one of our specialty transport paramedics to slide his fingers on top of mine. I guided his two digits into the desired position, losing another several cupfuls of blood in the process. I told him not to move a muscle, and ordered my patient’s neck prepped—paramedic fingers and all—as I exited the operating room to scrub my hands.

When I returned, my patient was prepared and ready for me to definitively control the hemorrhage. I shouldered the paramedic holding pressure deep within the neck, and began my procedure. With several swipes of my scalpel and a few bold cuts with my scissors, I exposed the entire length of my patient’s internal jugular vein. After instructing the paramedic to slowly move his fingers out of the wound, I witnessed the nearly transected, jagged vein spew blood at me like an erupting volcano. Recognizing the futility of attempting to repair the vein, I decided to sacrifice it. I clamped the vein above and below the devastating laceration, and the bleeding stopped. A few well-placed surgical ligatures stemmed the blood loss indefinitely, and I removed the clamps.

With the hemorrhage definitively controlled, I spent the next thirty minutes performing a thorough neck exploration in full trauma fashion. I examined my patient’s carotid artery and all its branches, glad to see that the wounding instrument had narrowly missed the most important of vascular structures in the neck. A man could survive with his jugular tied off, but he could never survive if I had needed to do the same to his carotid. I then examined his trachea and his esophagus, neither of which had any evidence of injury. His thyroid gland was cut and was oozing, but a thorough cooking from careful applications of my electrocautery probe laid that problem to rest.

I concluded my operation by meticulously repairing the layers of damaged muscle my patient’s neck had suffered—obviously from the sharp edge of a boldly plunged knife of a vengeful assailant. When my last skin clip had been applied, I neatly dressed the wound with gauze, I thanked the entire operating room staff for their excellent assistance, and I left the room to change out of my bloody scrubs, to cleanse my skin of the filthy patient’s bodily fluids, and to seek a family member to brief of the work I had just completed. The blood clinging to the lower half of my body made me a bit nauseated, but I would soon rid myself of the semi-clotted, bloody gel.

I am only human. The other doctors, nurses, and the various health-care technicians who surround me and comprise my trauma team are also human. We are nothing special. But as the trauma surgeon in charge of a team of people, tasked by virtue of my particular job title to take control of otherwise chaotic situations—often horrible situations where death might otherwise seem inevitable—I and the other trauma surgeons who have shared my experiences are often placed in unfair situations.

When gravely injured men, women, girls, and boys are rushed into the trauma room, often by several paramedics panting to catch their breath as they sprint with their limp and bloody casualties toward the trauma beds so as to pass off a responsibility greater than they wish to be in charge of, the multiple members of the trauma team occasionally gasp. They often then take a momentary half step back and close their open, yet silent, hanging jaws, as something terribly shocking overcomes even the most grizzled and well-seasoned of the trauma groupies.

It is in one of these “Holy shit” moments that all eyes glance toward the trauma surgeon, and when the team members quietly look for a momentary sign of confidence—some nonverbal indication or cue that the trauma surgeon will be able to handle the situation in a smooth manner, regardless of whether the patient may live or die. The more seasoned ancillary veterans of the trauma team—often the charge nurse, or a graying, senior X-ray technician—know that the very worst of the worst trauma casualties may not have even the slightest chance of living beyond the confines of the trauma room. But it is often not the amount of blood soaking through the sheets and the mattress of the ambulance cart, the volume of the patient’s screams or lack thereof, or even the sight of human bowel billowing out from an open body cavity, that clues those truly in the know as to the likely potential for a badly injured casualty to live another day. Instead it is that momentary look on the trauma surgeon’s face that either says “Okay, bring it on,” or “What the hell am I going to do with this?”

All trauma surgeons have thought or have even muttered the latter of the two statements at one time or another. After all, we are human. There is no special place in a trauma surgeon’s DNA that gives us immunity to that vile feeling of impending nausea when seeing and smelling the charred flesh of a young man who has been burned to a gruesome char. There is no particular course of surgical instruction that, upon successful completion, imparts absolute fearlessness onto the surgeon’s constitution. And there is no special On/Off switch that has been biologically impregnated into a trauma surgeon’s soul giving him the unique ability to tune out the blood-curdling screams and the wailing of a mother who has just been given the horrifying news that her teenaged son—whom she gave birth to, whom she nursed for six months, whose diapers she changed, and whom she raised to the best of her abilities with all of the love and hope that she could muster—has just died after an unsuccessful attempt to save him from a stray bullet that tore a hole through his chest while he was mischievously hanging out with his friends.

I can’t imagine that there is an honest trauma surgeon out there who has never had his “What the hell am I going to do with this” experience in his career. Fortunately, for the majority of us, we had most of those experiences during our residency training. But despite our thousands of hours of surgical indoctrination, apprenticeship, and well-intentioned brainwashing over the five or more postdoctoral residency years of our early careers, we still continue to experience all of the human emotions.

Yet, it is our responsibility to not allow that component of natural humanism to adversely impact our abilities to critically assess, resuscitate, and manage the most severely injured trauma victims. It is in those very worst of situations, when the trauma team looks at us for direction and guidance, that we must remain the “Captain of the Ship” and do our very best to project strength and confidence to our crew. It is then when it becomes most important that we maintain a quiet calm in a room filled with anxious cacophony, and when we must perform our surgical procedures with precision and smoothness despite the immeasurable levels of adrenaline that surge through our veins.

That is when I have at times felt that I was placed in an unfair situation, as if I was being held to a higher-than-human standard. Attempting to meet that standard has given me challenges which I have accepted yet many of my nonsurgeon colleagues have respectfully declined. But it has also been those challenges which have allowed me to excel at my craft, merely and solely by the will and by the grace of God.

Over the course of my twenty-year career as a physician and surgeon, I have cared for thousands of critically wounded and gravely ill individuals. I have treated patients wounded from both common mechanisms of injury, and by every other gruesome cause imaginable. I have treated gunshot wounds, stabbings, slashings, impalement injuries, industrial accidents, farm-equipment mishaps, crush injuries, and war wounds. I have seen the life pass from individuals too numerous to count—men, women, and children—as they died in my presence. And I have on countless occasions borne the unpleasant responsibility of breaking the gut-wrenching news to family members and friends—who just hours prior saw their spouses or loved ones off to work or school—that the person whom they once loved so very dearly in life, had now passed on to the world of the dead. I have heard the wailing and the screaming of grieving mothers, and I have seen the faces of the victims’ fathers age before my very eyes. I have often felt that for every family to whom I have given the terrible news, I myself have sacrificed at least a few days of my own life.

Over the years I have crossed paths with presidential cabinet members, admirals and generals, executives of great stature, and the socially elite. I have also crossed paths with drug addicts, gang members and other violent criminals, the mentally unsound, and the homeless. Yet, regardless of whom I have treated as patients, whom I have worked for, and whom I have been directly influenced by, I have somehow been able to retain the understanding that everyone—some of whom present themselves covered in an attractive veneer of success and prosperity, and others literally exuding the stench of poverty and hopelessness—has the same basic wants and needs. All individuals ultimately seek a pain-free existence, compassion and understanding, and the chance to live yet another day.

There were many times in which I could manage my patients’ conditions, and other times in which I couldn’t. During those times in which I just couldn’t resolve my patients’ suffering or prolong their mortal existence any longer, I became reminded ever so bluntly that my powers as a physician are limited by something more than the constraints of just science and technology—that other factor being exponentially more powerful and unyielding than all of man’s labors, inventions, and medicines combined. It has become clear to me that despite all of our efforts, we mortals are at times powerless in effecting whether one lives or dies.

Yes, I am human. I am nothing special. But my experiences have been nothing short of special, and at times spectacular. It has been those experiences that have made me the bona fide trauma surgeon that I have become.

 

Copyright © 2011 by Dr. James Cole

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments xi

1 The Trauma Surgeon: Introduction 1

2 The General Medical Officer: The Early Postgraduate Years 8

3 My First Major Trauma: The Junior Surgical Resident 25

4 Indoctrination, Brainwashing, and Sleep Deprivation: The Training of a Surgeon 37

5 Baptism by Fire: The County Hospital 55

6 The University Experience: The World's Greatest Trauma Surgeon 68

7 A Tragic Ending: Albuquerque 78

8 Pure Hell: Cardiovascular Surgery 87

9 Good Fortune: The Chief Surgical Resident 98

10 The Independent Surgeon: Fort Polk Louisiana 117

11 9/11-The Day That Changed Everything: Transition to Civilian Practice 131

12 Limb Lost, Life Saved: The Mutilated Limb 146

13 Cold-Blooded Killer: A Mother's Undying Love 157

14 Broken Minds and Damaged Bodies: Mental Illness 169

15 The Illegal Alien: Everyone Has an Angle 185

16 Off to War: Deployment to Afghanistan 196

17 A Desolate Wasteland: Afghanistan 209

18 Suicide by Crossbow: Treating the Full Spectrum of the Ages 220

19 Trauma and the Flesh-Eating Bacteria: The Brutal Disfigurement of a Woman's Body 236

20 Parking Lot Murder: A Senseless Killing 251

21 The Sniper's Rifle: The Benevolence of a SWAT Team Member 261

22 The Alcoholic Trauma Patient: One of Many Ways to Ruin One's Life 272

23 Back to the Combat Zone: Deployment to Iraq 284

24 Guns, Knives, and Drugs: Urban Violence 301

25 Poor Roger: A Painful, Bitter Ending 311

26 The Final Chapter: It Has Been a Privilege 328

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  • Posted November 18, 2011

    HIGHLY RECOMMEND/A MUST READ!!!!

    This is an unbelievable and very interesting book. That one human being has done as much as this individual in his lifetime is amazing. The best part of it is he stays humble and lets us know how much his family means to him.

    The shock is we work with him in our Trauma Center and are very proud of what he does for the pts and how he handles the families, but we never knew this part of his story. Unbelievable!!! We have always respected him, but like all true soldiers he never ever tells you about his military experiences. That makes him a true hero to all.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2013

    Hands down, greatest book I've ever read.

    Dr. James Cole takes you along the ride through his surgical training starting after his internship. As a high school pre med student I found this book to be extremley informative and incredibly enertaining. I had to do a report on it and I can honestly say I have never had so much fun writing an essay. Bottom line-- you'll laugh, you'll cry, but most importantly you'll wanna jump in and help save lives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    what it means to be an emergency surgeon

    I felt great respect reading Dr. Cole's experience as a Soldier and emergency surgeon. Each chapter covers a case he dealt with and I felt like I was there physically there because Dr. Cole is very honest with his thoughts and feelings in the book. This book taught me what it means to be an emergency surgeon and to serve for my country.

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  • Posted March 17, 2013

    At the beginning of his book, Dr. Cole writes of himself and his

    At the beginning of his book, Dr. Cole writes of himself and his fellow trauma professionals, "we are nothing special."  Yet after reading this account of his extraordinary life, I came away finding him quite special.

    Dr. Cole's love of his country and medicine -- especially trauma surgery -- shine through in every word. Much of the book is a presumably factual account of his experiences with trauma medicine during his medical training, in the military and as an attending surgeon. I really like the way he organized the chapters into vignettes around specific themes (not strictly in chronological order). The stories felt more impactful to me that way, and I found myself caring about the outcomes.

    Aside from the facts, Dr. Cole also weaves in his opinions on topics from America's involvement in the Middle East, to the rampant dangers of drug and alcohol abuse. He shares his triumphs, struggles and disappointments. I felt that his personal perspective added texture to the story without ever being "preachy".

    I found this to be a fascinating and eye-opening book, and would gladly read more from the author. Highly recommended for anyone interested in real-world medicine.

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