Vascular Specialist medical editor Malachi Sheahan III, MD, is no stranger to national and international emergencies—from New York City during both the 1990s AIDS crisis and the terrorist attack on 9/11, to New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Here, he shares the wisdom of his experiences as a doctor on the frontlines.
NEW ORLEANS—March 22, 2020. Everything written these days requires a timestamp. The situation is fluid, opinions need context, and even that won’t save them from likely irrelevance. We are not waiting for the bad news to stop—merely for it to slow. Did we step on the brakes soon enough, or are we heading off the cliff? Whatever I write today about the growing pandemic might be useless tomorrow.
My predecessor at Vascular Specialist, Russell Samson, MD, had a gift for writing from experience. Perhaps in fear of being unkindly compared with him, I moved in the opposite direction. My editorials are heavily researched, often for months. I felt that the opinions I’ve earned outweigh those that I simply held. In this piece, however, I will abandon the shelter of research and offer the lessons I have learned from a few unique experiences.
First, a quick review of my apocalyptic bona fides. In the 1990s, I was a surgery resident in Greenwich Village, the East Coast epicenter of the AIDS crisis. In 2001, I was part of the early rescue efforts at Ground Zero in New York City. Finally, in 2005, I spent a week in University Hospital after Hurricane Katrina.
For about a decade, I felt like the Forrest Gump of American catastrophes. From these experiences, I humbly offer a few lessons I have learned on how to be a doctor when our everyday societal structure falls apart.
Family first: On Aug. 27, 2005, my mother-in-law approached me. In her thick French accent she announced, “Mal, we are leaving.” She and my father-in-law had been staying with us in New Orleans and helping care for our first child while my wife and I were at work. I turned to the news she was watching intently. A hurricane that had just hit Miami was regaining strength in the Gulf of Mexico and now projected to hit Louisiana. During the short time we had lived in New Orleans, there had been a few hurricane scares, but they never amounted to much. Could this time be different? I should note here that my mother-in-law is a force of nature, equal parts wondrous and terrifying. As I watched her stare at the strengthening storm, I thought, “Maybe game recognizes game?” I decided that I would stay and work, and my wife and child would evacuate with my in-laws. In retrospect, this was the best thing I could have done for my patients.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, University Hospital was in dire condition. No power, no water, no sanitation, no lights. The backup generator was in the basement, now inconveniently under 12ft of water. Caring for the hundreds of patients would require an intense, concerted effort. Ventilator-dependent patients would have to be manually bagged around the clock. The overwhelming majority of the doctors and nurses in the hospital worked tirelessly until their patients were eventually rescued. For some, though, the pull to leave, find their families and check on their homes was irresistible. All cell towers were down. News sources were not running. The only way to confirm their fears was to abandon their post and risk the rising floodwaters. Later, I discovered this same scenario played out in other hospitals around the city. While it would be weeks before I could confirm the condition of my home, at least I had the peace of believing that my wife and child were safe.
Look for the person in charge; if you can’t find them it’s probably you: The problem with unprecedented disasters is that they are unprecedented (I guess the disaster part isn’t great either). It can be very challenging to figure out who is in charge. People often look to the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) for guidance in these situations. FEMA’s mission statement is “Helping people before, during and after disasters.” In reality, FEMA is sometimes ill-equipped to carry out early rescue operations after a catastrophe. They would see that as the job of the local authorities. When the local personnel are overwhelmed, next in line is probably the National Guard. Unfortunately, I have seen this process fail in person. Twice.
On Sept. 11, 2001, New York City firefighters, police and first responders began rescue efforts almost immediately after the first plane struck World Trade Center One at 8:46 a.m. By the time the south tower started to unexpectedly collapse at 9:59 a.m., most of the local command team were on-site. A total of 403 police, firefighter and emergency personnel were killed when the towers fell, including most of the people in charge. FEMA set up its control center several miles north and was not present for the early rescue attempts. At the location of the collapsed towers, which we called “The Pile,” different groups tried to reorganize the rescue efforts. Ostensibly the New York City Fire Department was in charge; but on the scene, it was just clusters of medical and emergency personnel without any central leadership.
On Aug. 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina decimated the infrastructure of New Orleans. The wide swath of destruction meant that aid would have to come from far outside of the storm’s path. Most of the early rescue efforts I saw were led by the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries, as well as private citizens with airboats. Conflict and communication problems between the state and national authorities delayed a coordinated attempt for nearly a week. Michael Brown, then director of FEMA, later admitted it took the federal government days to appreciate the scope of the problem.
Truth, fiction and my wife’s friend who knows someone who works at City Hall: A recent email told me that—among other things—if I can hold my breath without coughing for 30 seconds, I don’t have COVID-19. Reassuring and, of course, complete trash. And this was sent to me by a physician.
After Katrina, with the city flooded and in complete darkness, anything seemed possible. Reports of beatings, rapes and murders at the Superdome were rampant. Our own mayor amplified these claims. Similar rumors spread through the hospital. Our junior residents heard from the nurses that a sexual assault had occurred in OR (operating room) 3. Even after we determined this was a fabrication, the damage had been done. People were spooked, and everyone began to look suspicious.
Lies and misinformation spread quickly during disasters, mainly because they seem possible. As doctors and leaders, it is our job to debunk the myths and have a coherent plan for organizing and sharing information. Failure to communicate creates a void that is easily filled with speculation and rumor. Better to share actual bad news. It is often better than what people will come up with on their own.
The Coca-Cola conundrum: When society’s rules crumble, it is important to have a code. There were times after Katrina when it seemed that we might be abandoned. Some of our patients would die slowly and painfully without rescue. Drastic measures may have to be taken. Could euthanasia be considered? But what if help was imminent? No one wants to go full “Lord of the Flies” just as the Navy arrives. Over or underestimating the severity of a situation can lead to terrible decisions.
The day after the hurricane, our surgical team was in the OR lounge, trying to create an accurate inpatient census. The sub-specialty doctors were gone; we would have to combine all the patients into one surgical service. Temperatures were over 110 degrees in the hospital. Someone mentioned being thirsty. The mid-level surgery resident eyeballed the soda vending machine in the corner, then looked over at me. Electricity had been knocked out long ago. Coins would be of no use. He wanted my permission to take a crowbar to the machine. No, I said, it had only been 36 hours. We weren’t going to start destroying private property like animals.
Two days later, we were back in the same lounge, our situation now made worse by time and deteriorating conditions. Again, the resident wearily nodded toward the soda machine. As I gave my consent, he smiled and produced an orthopedic instrument that resembled a Dark Ages nightmare. He made quick work of the machine’s casings, and the entire team enjoyed a round of delicious—albeit quite warm—soda. He had even saved a lime from the cafeteria to cut into wedges. After all, we weren’t animals.
Be cautious, not afraid: September 1994. The patient was young, younger than me. Maybe 20? His AIDS-defining illnesses were apparent, his vision dimmed from Cytomegalovirus (CMV) retinitis, his breath rasping from the pneumocystis pneumonia—Kaposi’s sarcoma lesions over his legs and buttocks. That’s why we had been called. Two of the lesions were necrotic and bleeding. I needed to debride and oversew them. The ORs were overrun; I would have to perform this at bedside. As I approached the wounds with a #10 blade, my hand trembled. I thought the movement was imperceptible, but my chief resident pulled me back from the patient and looked directly into my eyes. “This man has AIDS,” he told me. “Not HIV, AIDS.” He spoke calmly and softly so that only I could hear him. The message was clear: Cutting myself during this procedure could be fatal. I needed to be careful, not fearful.
Fear is contagious, especially when it comes from authority figures. When I’m on a plane and we hit a bad patch of turbulence, the flight attendants are my barometer. If they look chill, then I’m not worried. But if they look a little freaked, then you better believe this $8 mini bottle of chardonnay is about to get crushed.
Patients obviously look to physicians for comfort. They want to know that we are in this together. Try to be comforting even when you don’t have any answers. The most common question patients asked me after Katrina was when will they be rescued. I always replied, I don’t know, but it will be before me.
The trainees are vital: University Hospital only lost three patients in the week after Hurricane Katrina, two of whom were terminal. This despite a lack of power and running water. Community hospitals in the region lost 10 times as many. I credit this difference to the residents. While the militaristic nature of our surgical teams may not always be ideal, it is incredibly efficient in times of crisis. After Katrina, patients could be rescued via airboat from the emergency room (ER) ramp or via helicopter from the roof. Rescue personnel were under orders not to enter the hospital. The doctors would have to get the patients out. Many couldn’t walk, meaning some would have to be carried up eight or nine flights of stairs. The prevalence of obesity among the non-ambulatory was not trivial. Since everyone on the team had clearly defined roles, difficult tasks like these were performed expediently. No patients were left behind. And all the doctors got to enjoy a nice hot Coke afterward.
Cloudy—with a chance of extinction: As I prepared to leave our home and head to the hospital before the storm, I decided to secure our valuables. I then quickly had the depressing realization that we didn’t actually own any valuables. I thought, well, maybe my hard drive. I had been editing a minor amputation manuscript: Better preserve that for posterity. Just before unhooking the computer, I thought, perhaps I’ll check the forecast. I guess I thought it would be “funny.” So I went to the weather site, the one which usually would have said, “Highs tomorrow in the 80s with a 30% chance of afternoon thunderstorms.” Well, here it is (I printed it out):
“MOST OF THE AREA WILL BE UNINHABITABLE FOR WEEKS…PERHAPS LONGER. AT LEAST ONE HALF OF WELL CONSTRUCTED HOMES WILL HAVE ROOF AND WALL FAILURE. ALL GABLED ROOFS WILL FAIL…THE MAJORITY OF INDUSTRIAL BUILDINGS WILL BECOME NON FUNCTIONAL. ALL WOOD FRAMED LOW RISING APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL BE DESTROYED. HIGH RISE OFFICE AND APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL SWAY DANGEROUSLY…A FEW TO THE POINT OF TOTAL COLLAPSE. ALL WINDOWS WILL BLOW OUT…PERSONS…PETS…AND LIVESTOCK EXPOSED TO THE WINDS WILL FACE CERTAIN DEATH…POWER OUTAGES WILL LAST FOR WEEKS…WATER SHORTAGES WILL MAKE HUMAN SUFFERING INCREDIBLE BY MODERN STANDARDS…”
Hmm, I thought sardonically: So yes to the umbrella?
Maintain routine: During an emergency, people tend to run around putting out fires. At University Hospital, we found that keeping daily activities like rounding and charting were vital, even when they seemed absurd. We were running low on food, the air was poisonous with sewage, and, worst of all, someone had stolen my deodorant. Yet, here we were, twice a day, checking vitals, taking out sutures, running the mundane. As our ability to care for the patients became compromised, there was a powerful desire to disconnect from them.
One woman developed a gastrointestinal bleed we could not control. We tried to prioritize her rescue. Every night the nurses would seal her chart in plastic so it wouldn’t be ruined in the transfer. No rescue ever came, though. Seemingly unable to face this horror, the nurses just kept her chart sealed in plastic, waiting for the escape that would never happen. Every morning, we would break the seal and resume her charting. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, but we had to force ourselves to face our reality.
This too shall pass: With the clarity of history, events seem much more self-contained than they were experienced. In the mid-1990s, a cure for AIDS appeared to be a dream, while widespread transmission of the virus to the general population seemed possible—even likely.
After 9/11, it felt like another attack was coming at any time. Working at Ground Zero, when the rare helicopter or military plane passed, it was terrifying. Rescue workers covered their heads and ducked.
On Aug. 31, 2005, FEMA declared New Orleans unsafe for further rescue operations. The airboats and helicopters stopped coming. The governor called for a day of prayer. A day of rescue might have been more helpful.
At University Hospital, hundreds of people were still left in rapidly deteriorating conditions. Outside, the water continued to rise mysteriously long after the rain had subsided. Inside, the temperature easily passed 100. The humidity left every surface slick and grimy. Human waste was left unattended in the halls and stairwells. Most of our team started sleeping on the roof, where the air seemed slightly less toxic.
On the morning of Sept. 2, we were awakened by a massive explosion in the southern sky: a chemical plant, I later learned. As the mushroom cloud dissipated, the morning sun began to illuminate the city. Untended fires were burning in buildings throughout the city. Looking down, the floodwaters—which had once been clear enough that I could see a large catfish swimming in the parking lot—were now black and slick like oil. Finally, I allowed myself to feel the doubt I had seen in my patients’ eyes. Maybe we wouldn’t get out. New Orleans had been leveled by wind and drowned in flood. And now it was on fire.
Though the feeling had barely a moment to fester as the sky was soon filled with Chinook helicopters—or double whirlies as I referred to them before I conducted a Google image search while preparing this. The impasse between the state and federal governments had resolved. The National Guard was here. Finally.
We don’t always know when the sun will rise. To be a good doctor, sometimes you just need to believe it will.
Malachi Sheahan III, MD, is the Claude C. Craighead Jr. professor and chair in the division of vascular and endovascular surgery at Louisiana State University Health Sciences Center in New Orleans.
Loved your article, you are not only a great doctor you are also a great human being. Thank you for all you have done and continue to do.
You never cease to amaze me. Love you!
Dr. Mal Sheahan, the elite, in physicians. He is the calm in the storm with rational thought…now I would call this true leadership! He executes decision making with a holistic strategy in mind. All things incorporated to maximize potential of success and to maintain time management. Highly respected and regarded by his peers. Nursing staff rely on his experise but he is always open to suggestion and appreciates “thinking ahead of the game,” being prepared for the known and unknown. Dr. Sheahan is a notable and trustworthy physician who ensues the highest standards of excellence in practice. Humor is the rationale he purses to lessen anxiety and keep you focused on the task at hand. Bar to none LSU Vascular led by Dr. Mal Sheahan are the revered in Vascular medicine and surgery. So proud of Dr. Sheahan and his entire team.
Great article Dr. Sheahan! I live across the street from Dr. Sheahan and can attest to his family first lesson. I have seen the Sheehan’s with their children getting some fresh air on a regular basis during this pandemic we are dealing with. Thank you for being a great neighbor and for taking care of our citizens in their time of need.
Dr sheahan, I have now been working with you for17 years. You are the one that can always calm us when their is a storm. Yes this is scary. At any given day one of us can develop the virus. But I see you carry on with so much strength. You show no signs of being tired. You just keep rolling. Your patients are very important to you. We all can see it. I want to thank you for keeping me sane during this time. You are probably one of the best vascular surgeons I have worked with in my 45 year career. I love u and thank you
Thank you for a very insightful perspective on disasters we are never prepared to face. I guess that’s why they are uniquely DISASTROUS.
Thankfully, we have men and women like you to help us through!
Awesome article that calms the soul during this latest crisis. Thank you Dr. Sheahan and all that are on the frontlines!