Samuel and Shirley were taking a train trip to visit a sister – a long, long train trip. It started in New Orleans and would end in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve, but it wasn’t to be.
Shirley thinks it could’ve been the constant clack, clack, clack of the railroad tracks. Samuel mentioned it as they were rolling through the Chicago area, but Shirley thought sleep would make things better. It didn’t.
She awakened the next morning and Samuel was now more than ever not himself. Nothing he was saying was making much sense. So, Shirley alerted train officials.
The train had just passed a station in Hutchinson, Kansas. They decided the next stop would be too far. If they could get a medical team to meet them, they would stop at the very next town – a little Kansas town called Stafford, population one thousand.
The dispatcher informed the train representative that an ambulance crew could meet them. They would meet on Main Street on the north edge of town, yards away from the long ago closed train station. The dispatcher paged out the medical team – a volunteer crew.
The ambulance pulled up perpendicular to the tracks with the head lights shining through the light snow towards the faintly visible abandoned Stafford train station. Seconds later the first sign of the approaching train arrived – the bellowing blast of a horn. The conductor kept the blare going until the train itself arrived.
The engine passed the ambulance and continued onward for what seemed like about seven cars. Then, it came to an easy stop. How the conductor stopped the right car with its doorway at the right point is a mystery.
A Porter in full dress with cap stepped through the opened door and gently placed a step stool on the cold snow-packed pavement. The medics found Samuel and Shirley standing right inside the doorway.
Samuel wasn’t much aware of what was going on, but because of his condition he wasn’t interested in interacting with the medical team. With a little determination the team was still able to coax him onto their cot, but treatment was another story.
A blood pressure cuff and some limb placed electrodes. That was the extent of allowed treatment, but that would be enough to identify the problem. The blood pressure was too high, way too high.
It was a short trip to the hospital on the other end of town – ten blocks straight south and a couple blocks to the east. The physician assistant came from his home, but was there about as quickly as the train had arrived.
Samuel received immediate treatment to lower his blood pressure, but he would need to be admitted. Later that day they discovered the stay would need to be longer. A total of 72 hours in the hospital is the Medicare requirement. December 23rd plus two additional days = December 25th = Christmas Day.
This could’ve been a problem for Shirley, because there’s no motel in Stafford. But, rural caregivers know how to care for people, even if they don’t have all the big city equipment. Samuel and Shirley were given a room for two.
The question now was, “How to get home?” Because of Samuel’s medical condition the doctor ruled out the train. An airplane was the choice. All that was needed was tickets and an early Christmas morning ride – a one hundred mile trip to Wichita, Kansas.
A local Stafford citizen and his wife came to the rescue.
The wife made the arrangements and early Christmas morning Samuel and Shirley were given a ride to Wichita. They arrived home in New Orleans in time for dinner with their children. It was a Christmas trip cut short, but one that will surely be a Christmas to remember.