“I tried to move, but I couldn’t move. Not even a finger. I tried to touch something to figure it out, but I never could. So it was pretty strange.” The machine, invented in the late 1920s, was the first to ventilate a human being. It was often referred to in the early days as…
Month: September 2025
Almost 58,000 people, primarily children, contracted the virus in the U.S in 1952. Sadly, 3,145 of them died. “As far as you can see, rows and rows of iron lungs. Full of children,” he said, according to The Guardian. While some may have given up their will to live, it only fueled Paul’s will. He would…
But with the help of a therapist named Mrs. Sullivan, who visited him twice a week, little by little his life began to improve. His therapist made a deal with him that if he could “frog-breathe,” a technique where you trap air in your mouth by flattening your tongue and opening your throat, without the…
“And I was a pretty damn good one too!” Screenshot Even after a 30-year long career in the courtroom, he continued to keep busy by writing a book, which he typed all by himself using a pen attached to a stick. According to a Gizmodo, Paul is believed to be one of the last people who…
Paul Alexander cause of death Paul Alexander, famously known as “The Man in the Iron Lung,” sadly passed away in March 2024. Despite living most of his life inside the metal machine that helped him breathe, those closest to him remember him not for his condition—but for his warmth and vibrant spirit. His brother, Philip…
A new patient was brought into the operating room, unconscious and in critical condition, but
The operating room buzzed with a sense of urgency as the team gathered around the patient. The young woman lay there, unconscious, her chest rising and falling with mechanical precision as the ventilator did its work. The surgeon, Dr. Thomas Mitchell, was a seasoned professional, known for his calm demeanor and sharp instincts. But something…
Dr. Mitchell gently brushed aside the tangled strands of her hair to get a better look at her scalp. What he found was alarming: multiple contusions at different stages of healing. These were not the marks of a single, accidental fall. His heart sank as he considered the implications. In his years as a surgeon,…
Dr. Mitchell took a deep breath, momentarily stepping away from the operating table. “These injuries… they’re not from a fall. The patterns, the stages of healing—they suggest ongoing trauma. I suspect she’s been a victim of domestic violence.” The detective’s expression hardened, a mix of determination and empathy. “Thank you, Doctor. We’ll look into it.”…
Throughout the procedure, Dr. Mitchell’s mind lingered on the revelation. The young woman on his operating table was not just a patient; she was a person trapped in a horrifying situation, unable to speak for herself. He felt a deep responsibility to ensure she had a chance not just to survive, but to reclaim her…
Dr. Mitchell nodded, grateful for her resolve. “And I’ll make sure she has the best care possible. She deserves nothing less.” As he walked down the corridor, Dr. Mitchell couldn’t shake the image of the young woman’s face. He silently vowed to keep her case close to his heart, a reminder of the duty he…