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March 24th, 2012 
FAKE NEWS for the Zionist agenda
By
Max Davidson
20:17 EST, 23 March 2012
20:17 EST, 23 March 2012
Just imagine if your nearest and dearest was taken very ill at 4am.
You would dial 999 and summon an ambulance. But suppose that emergency happened aboard an aircraft at 40,000ft and you were still two hours from your destination.
Much worse, think what it would be like if your loved one’s heart had stopped.
My wife Patricia had just returned to her seat when she turned to me and said: ‘I don’t feel well.’
Drama in the skies: Writer Max Davidson with wife Patricia. Her heart stopped when they were two hours away from London on a 14-hour flight from Singapore
I pressed the call button and got her a glass of water.
Then after barely two sips she sat back in her seat, her eyes rolled upwards and she slumped on to my shoulder. She exhaled a rattling breath of air as I turned towards her.
She looked very bad. Her mouth was gaping open. I felt her wrist for a pulse. There was none. I checked for a pulse on her neck.
Again there was none. I cried out in despair: ‘No, no, not my Patricia!’ Then I stood up and turned round and shouted: ‘I need a doctor fast.’
Hearing my cries, two stewards raced forward from the galley. They shouted at me to get out of my seat.
Then, each grabbing Patricia by her arms, they pulled her out of her seat and on to her back in the aisle and continued dragging her by her arms rapidly to the floor of the galley.
They were closely followed by three passengers who had leapt out of their seats and who identified themselves as doctors. They were then joined by a nurse, and all volunteered their services.
One doctor told the others that he was a cardiologist and began giving cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) to Patricia. Of the two others, one lady said she was a physician and the other said she was a GP.
The physician, who merely identified herself as ‘an Oxford girl’, began to aid the consultant while the GP and nurse returned to their seats.
Meanwhile, the Singapore Airlines stewardesses had fetched cylinders of oxygen and large white emergency medical boxes.
Kneeling on the floor in their elegant cheongsams (tight silk Chinese dresses), broke open the red seals.
Reading the index in the inside of the lids, they rapidly produced the items the cardiologist asked for, such as a stethoscope, syringe and glucose.
I was ushered to a fold-down seat in the galley between where the food trolleys were stored. I was just a foot away from Patricia.
The doctors began quizzing me on her medical history as they continued to work on reviving her. I explained that she had been considered very fit with no medical problems whatsoever.
We were still two hours away from London on the 14-hour flight from Singapore.
The cardiologist told the chief steward, who was taking notes on a clipboard: ‘We need to get on to the ground fast.’
The information was relayed to the cockpit where the pilots were already aware of the medical drama.
The commander declared an emergency to those on the ground monitoring the flight, and the aircraft was given permission to descend rapidly from 40,000ft to 15,000ft and to make a dash for Heathrow.
The stewards took off their jackets and took turns to carry on the CPR (picture posed by models)
The commander of the giant Airbus A380 calmly announced to the passengers: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are encountering some turbulence.’
There was no mention of any emergency. The turbulence was, in fact, being caused by the 450-ton aircraft — the largest passenger aircraft in the skies — being flown flat out in a straight line towards Heathrow.
As Patricia appeared to come round, she began to moan about a pain in her back.
The stewards gently carried her into the first-class section. In a luxury cabin they placed her on a single bed and asked me to sit in one of the two facing leather chairs, separated by a small dining table next to the bed, so I could be close to her.
But again her heart failed.
Once more the doctors revived her, and she writhed in agony, complaining of the pain. She cried continuously: ‘Help me, help me . . .’
Yet despite being desperate to comfort her, I had to bite my lip and leave her care to the experts. All I could do was will them on to continue the fight to save her.
As her heart stopped time after time, the doctors were becoming exhausted. The stewards took off their jackets and took turns to carry on the CPR.
Eventually, as we flew over London, Patricia appeared again to have been revived successfully, though still crying out in pain. Then her heart stopped yet again.
The doctors, disregarding their own safety, undid their seatbelts and leapt towards her and continued to give her CPR, even as the giant aircraft was touching down on the runway at Heathrow.
They were obviously becoming desperate as they shouted out: ‘Where are those paramedics?’
The aircraft made a swift taxi to the stand, having clipped 30 minutes off its flying time, and was shepherded by vehicles with yellow flashing lights.
As it came to a stop, a raised platform lifted five paramedics 30ft up to the door with packs of emergency equipment.
They rapidly went to work attaching a drip, fixing wires to her chest and preparing her for the journey to hospital.
The Singapore Airlines commander, looking dapper in a navy cashmere cardigan over his white uniform shirt, expressed surprise that she was not immediately whisked away by ambulance after his dash to Heathrow.
One of the paramedics simply told him: ‘That is not the way we do things in Britain. We stabilise the patient first before we transport her to hospital.’
The female ground handler who boarded the aircraft told me: ‘Patricia must have had an angel on her shoulder this morning having had a cardiologist sitting behind her.’
She then assured me she would notify immigration that we had returned to the UK, and that our suitcases would be delivered to our home.
In the melee of medics, Patricia’s angels of mercy vanished along with the departing passengers before I had a chance to thank them properly for all they had done for her — though I wondered how it was ever possible to thank anyone sufficiently for saving a life. I was unsuccessful later in contacting them all. So I wrote an open letter, which I asked the airline to pass on to each one of them.
A cardiac emergency team of doctors and nurses were waiting for Patricia’s arrival at Hillingdon Hospital in West London.
There, she was diagnosed as suffering from a pulmonary embolus (a clot on the lung) caused by a long flight.
The consultant cardiologist told me that such a condition could affect anyone from 16 to 60 and whether they were an athlete or obese.
It was one of the hazards of a long journey, and no one quite knows why some people are affected more than others.
In Patricia’s case, it could be that a clot had formed in the deep veins in her legs and, if I understand it correctly, had travelled to the heart and hence to the lungs, where it had stopped the heart.
Patricia spent several days in intensive care and then more days in a cardiac care ward.
She had an MRI scan of her chest and an echo scan of her heart, which was found to be undamaged and normal.
But following her traumatic experience, her mind became very confused and she hallucinated. She suffered from what the hospital psychiatrist described as ‘delirium’.
It was decided she should have a brain scan. It was feared her brain might have been damaged after being starved of oxygen during the persistent heart failures. But that, too, showed no cause for concern and was perfectly normal.
Today, Patricia is almost fully returned to health, mentally and physically.
She will be taking blood-thinning medication for six months, but after that there is no reason, according to the hospital, why she should not be able to travel.
Will she fly again? That is something only she can decide.
Thinking back to what that airline worker said about there being an angel on Patricia’s shoulder that Wednesday morning last month, I realised just how many unsung angels there clearly are in the world.
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A heart warming story – made me smile that the author kept wandering off into what the stewardesses and other crew were wearing. Almost surreal at that point but so glad there was a good outcome.
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Singapore airlines are the best
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Yes, there are angels looking after us. What a wonderful story. The quick and decisive actions taken by the Singapore Airline’s crew not doubt played a crucial role in the successful outcome too. Well done SIA, I’ll be flying with you in June again.
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Scary stuff but a happy ending. Blood clots are always a risk on long haul flights with hours of inactivity. I recently endured 8 hours in BA economy, purgatory. The video they show of all the exercises to do to avoid DVT is laughable, there isn’t any room to do them! They also do not provide enough water on the trip.
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Scary stuff but a happy ending. Blood clots are always a risk on long haul flights with hours of inactivity. I recently endured 8 hours in BA economy, purgatory. The video they show of all the exercises to do to avoid DVT is laughable, there isn’t any room to do them! They also do not provide enough water on the trip.
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“The fantastic training of those flight attendants obviously took over and paid off. Their method read like a ballet of efforts. Very well done, they should be commended and made an example to flight attendants on all airlines. Bravo!
– Sarah, ” …..Sarah – it’s a requirement of their job. All cabin crew on ALL airlines are trained to deal with the (frequent) medical emergencies they encounter in cramped conditions at 37,000ft. They’re not just trolly-dollies as this article proves.
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Cried the whole way through reading that story xx
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Now that is a story worth telling. So much better than “Look who has a pimple today!” or “Doesn’t she look a bit heavy in that dress!” I wish the Davidson’s all the best.
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Wonderful ending to a very scary story – I’m so glad Patricia has recovered and she certainly had someone looking out for her that particular day. Well done to everyone concerned in saving this lady’s life. Thanks for the advice on flying too, I will follow the suggestions when I have to do a long flight at some stage (not looking forward to it though).
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What an emotional story, thank you for writing it.
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