Since I haven’t been to Pennsylvania to see my father since I started working at Info Tech in September and since plane tickets were cheap and snow wasn’t in the forecast, we flew up to Williamsport yesterday. Dad looks good, all things considered (growing old in not a task for the weak or cowardly). We had a good visit and two more days here.
But that’s not the point of this post.
We flew out of Gainesville despite all the problems we had there when we came back from Greece. Please don’t take this as any sort of endorsement of Gainesville Regional Airport because it really is a po-dunk one-horse place. But maybe because it is a po-dunk one-horse place, the flight crews that come into it are, shall we say, more relaxed at times. Every time I fly, I remember the flight announcements from an Eastern flight a million years ago, just as Eastern was failing. The crew knew they were all losing their jobs soon and decided to go out with a smile: “Okay, if you’ve been living in a cave for the last 20 years, I’m going to show you how to use your seat belt.”
Delta’s Connection isn’t going under quite as soon (probably) so the crew was a bit more circumspect. Still, the flight attendant included prayer as one of the things to do as you were putting on your oxygen mask and even included it as she acted out how to don the mask. But more interestingly was the announcement from the pilot that we would be given priority into Hartsfield because we were carrying a heart.
Okay, so there were 53 other hearts on board, but those were in bodies, not in coolers. And, since I wasn’t sure quite what I’d see in Williamsport, I welcomed the opportunity to think about what having a heart on board meant (beside landing with no circling and getting a gate with no waiting).
Two families were dealing with significant emotions…one at the loss, probably sudden, of a loved and the other at the chance for new life (and you just know the phrase “Christmas miracle” was bandied around that hospital waiting room more than once yesterday). Hey, it helped to know there were people who were bigger emotional basket cases than I was.
But then I started to wonder, is it really the case that the loss was sudden? Who are these heart donors anyway?
The Internet is an amazing place and http://optn.transplant.hrsa.gov/latestData/rptData.asp has all the answers, some of them a bit surprising.
There were 6,011 heart donors last year. The largest number of them died of stroke (2,471), but a lot (2,340) died of blunt injury (only 942 of these were motor vehicle accidents though). There were 539 gun shot wound caused deaths.
What I find peculiar is there were 736 who died of cardiovascular causes. So, the heart didn’t work in one person, let’s try it in someone else? And there were 243 deaths caused by drug intoxication. I guess the drugs caused fatal damage to something other than the heart.
One thing that did come out is that almost all donors died of something sudden. And getting into Atlanta so quickly was no fluke. The shelf life of a heart is only about 5 hours. You have to figure it was still in the guy’s chest when we left for the airport at 4:30 AM, since we didn’t get to Atlanta until a little after 7:00 AM. What with rush hour traffic, surgical prep, etc. they didn’t have much time. (That may explain why gate checked baggage took a while to come off the plane.)
And so ends today’s distracting thought.
