CORRECTION - In the print version of the SW Community Connection an inaccurate headline appeared. Please see letter below.
In November, 2019 this newspaper reported, "The SW Community Connection almost lost one of its faithful readers last spring. Hank Hosfield was riding his bike through the intersection adjacent to Garden Home Marketplace and Sharis Restaurant when he had a major heart attack. He's alive today because people he didn't know, who knew exactly what to do, were immediately by his side. He'd still like to thank one of them."
Hosfield found the second woman who saved his life and sent us this update. His original column can be read below the letter to the editor.
By HANK HOSFIELD
Khristina Krewson and Kate Ropp saved my life this past May. Khristina is an Intensive Care nurse, and Kate is an anesthesiologist. Kate and Khristina organized a team of bystanders to perform CPR within a couple minutes of my going into Ventricular fibrillation and crashing on the pavement while cycling on SW Garden Home. The EMTs arrived five minutes later, took over and revived me. If not for the initial CPR, I wouldn't be here.
I wanted to thank them and started my search for my lifesavers on day one in ICU. I asked every medical person to help me find their names. It took several weeks to get the official accident report. That's how I found Khristina. When I first talked with her, she gave me a description of Kate, and that set off my search for a female anesthesiologist with curly reddish hair.
A friend sent Kate my column in the SW Community Connection about my search for her. She contacted me the next day through my professional site.
It took a few weeks to coordinate a time to thank both of my rescuers in person, but we finally got together for dinner, and my wife Sydney and I got to learn even more about the events of the near-fatal cardiac arrest. It meant even more to have the chance to express my gratitude to Kate and Khristina.
I'm very lucky. This isn't a new attitude. I've always counted my blessings. But in these more divided times, I'm mindful that people are good and allies are everywhere. We really are here for each other. I'm living proof.
On February 8 Hosfield will meet the members of the Tualatin Valley Fire and Rescue ambulance crew that responded that day. Tis story will be part of the annual Cardiac Survivor's Breakfast put on each year by TVF&R to promote CPR training.
The SW Community Connection received this letter based on the print version of this story. The headline has been altered on line to be accurate. We regret the error.
I was happy to open up my copy of our neighborhood newspaper today to see the face of my sister, Khristina Krewson, who performed cpr on Hank Hosfield last year. That night, she was on the way (with her 4 kids in the car) to have dinner at my house in maplewood. I remember that night well and all the details of the story. I was disappointed to find, once again, that the headline gives all the credit to a doctor. Khristina (the nurse) saw him go down and was doing cpr for several minutes alone before she was able to find anyone to help her. While hank was lucky to find 2 people who knew what they were doing, it was the nurse who saved his life. It is the initial chest compressions that maintain blood flow during cpr. While it is a team effort, it was the nurse who stopped to help, initiated cpr on her own and yelled for help for several minutes before anyone stopped to help her. Time to pay credit where credit is due. As a writer, you should be mindful of your headlines.
Laura Linnman, RN
ORIGINAL COLUMN - NOVEMBER 2019
Are you the red-headed anesthesiologist who responded in May?
Up until May 10th, I was an avid fair-weather road cyclist — an old wrestler turned bike jock, actually. Then I died. I was about three miles into a 25-mile fat burn ride when my heart went into ventricle fibrillation. The lower chamber wasn't pumping blood the way it's supposed to. I went down in the intersection of Southwest Garden Home and Southwest Oleson Road just after 5 p.m. Luckily, it was Friday rush hour, and I went down in front of medical people on their way home. One was an anesthesiologist. They started CPR on me within a couple minutes and worked on me until the EMTs got there five minutes later. It took 20 minutes, three epinephrine injections and two jolts to bring me back. I opened my eyes staring up into sunlight and started talking.
I survived with no vital organ damage. My doctor informed me and my wife that 99.9% of people who suffer ventricle fibrillation the way I had do not survive. If they get revived and into an ambulance, 85% don't make it. If they get to ICU, 60% die. That's just survival. Loss of vital function is another matter. I came out OK. I was beat up from hitting the pavement (but no broken bones) and the vigorous pushing of CPR. The staff at Oregon Health & Science University looked on me like some kind of miracle.
I don't know what to make of living or dying, or fate, or some bigger plan, but I can tell you for certain that those people first on the scene to start CPR saved my life and my functionality. I finally got the accident report and found the names of the first medical person and was able to contact her. I still hope to meet with her to further express my thanks. I haven't been able to find the anesthesiologist. I'm told she has red hair. I'd like to find her and thank her.
Hank Hosfield moved to Southwest Portland in 1987 to write advertising copy for Nike and other clients. He and his wife, Sydney, have lived in the Multnomah Village neighborhood since 2003. Hank is past president of the Tualatin Valley Chapter of Trout Unlimited and an avid fly fisherman.