Wednesday 12th December, 2007

 

Near-death in Panama experience

 
 
 
 
Sports Arena
Womanwise
Business Guardian
 
Letters
Online Community
Death Notices
 
Advertising
Classified Ads
Jobs in T&T
Contact Us
 
Archives
Privacy Policy
 
 
 

 

By Neil Guiseppi

Our touring party at the Mantarraya Golf Course in Panama.

On Wednesday November 14, at the Royal Decameron Resort in Panama, I came face-to-face with my own mortality.

It was the third day of the golfing adventure upon which 28 of us had set out from Canada a few days earlier.

I have been in reasonably good health for most of my life. So when I woke on that fateful Wednesday morning and felt the inside of my stomach burning, I merely attributed it to the effects of some of the spicy food I had eaten at the Thai Restaurant the night before. A small discomfort, I thought, which would pass after we began chasing that little white ball across the golf course.

I still was not particularly perturbed when I began to cold-sweat as I headed for the restaurant where breakfast was being served.

On arriving at the restaurant, however, I began to feel worse and decided that it was time to bring my affliction to the attention of two of the ten doctors who made up our travelling party. I headed for the table where cardiologist, Dr Ralph Manmohansingh and surgeon, Dr Basil Baeta, were sitting along with Richard Jackman.

I joined them at the table and had just started to explain what was happening to me when I suddenly began to feel faint.

What happened next can best be described by Dr Manmohansingh.

“Neil had just come across to our table complaining that he was feeling unwell. Within seconds, his hands fell loosely to his side, his chin dropped on to his chest, his eyes rolled backward and he became unresponsive.

“I attempted to get his pulse and he was experiencing severe bradychardia which means that his heart had slowed down to the point where there was no pulse. He was also perspiring excessively.

My first thoughts were that the abdominal pains of which he had been complaining were coronary in nature and that he had sustained a major heart attack.

Dr Baeta and I quickly placed him in a supine position on the floor and I gave him two quick thumps on his chest to generate electricity to get his heart going. I immediately followed this with cardiac massage therapy. We were about to administer mouth-to-mouth respiration when Neil opened his eyes and asked what had happened.

Shortly afterwards, paramedics arrived and Dr Baeta, Jackman and I accompanied them in the ambulance to the nearby clinic where I ordered an electrocardiogram which proved to be normal, bringing great relief to all of us.

It then became apparent that he had suffered a vasovagal attack associated with the severe abdominal pain he had been experiencing.

He was given a litre of saline solution and shortly afterwards his condition improved such that within hours he was able to leave the clinic with us. We took him back to his room where he remained resting for the remainder of the day.

It is my intention, however, on our return to Canada, to have him undergo a Thallium Stress test to assess blood flow to his heart muscles via the coronary arteries.

Only then will I be fully satisfied that he is in good shape and not in need of any major treatment.”

I must admit that I am extremely relieved to be able to write this column today and I want to express my sincerest thanks to Dr Manmohansingh and to Dr Baeta whose quick intervention probably saved my life.

By the following morning, I was fighting fit again and ready to resume my place in the tournament which we were playing among ourselves. The doctors in the party insisted, however, that for the rest of the trip, I should always play in a group with one of them to ensure that should there be any recurrence of the problem, I would be able to get immediate medical attention.

Fortunately, that was the end of that.

I played 27 holes on Thursday and was quite proud of how I struck the ball throughout.

That evening, we all prepared for the Ryder Cup-style tournament that we would be playing among ourselves over the next two days. The team captains who were selected were Dr Oni Zavery and Dr Michael Chambers.

The format would be nine holes of Better-Ball, nine holes of scramble, nine holes of alternate shots and then a final nine holes of individual match play. The first 27 holes were being played on Friday while the individual match play was carded for Saturday morning before our departure for Panama City.

I was selected on Dr Chambers’ team and was paired with Harry Livingston, a retired Canadian police officer. Our competition was Dr Baeta, the surgeon from Ghana who had helped to save my life, and George Trail, a Canadian.

Livingston and I combined beautifully and although the battle was close throughout, we were the only pair on Dr Chambers’ team to pick up all three points which were at stake on the opening day.

Unfortunately, a forecast of rain on Saturday caused the two captains to agree to cancel the individual match play and the tournament was decided on the first day’s results. Our team lost by 11 points to nine but I could leave Panama feeling proud that my partner and I were able to contribute maximum points to our team’s effort.

It was great fun throughout and, apart from my health scare, the golfing experience was well worth the while.

On Saturday afternoon, we left for Panama City where we spent the last two days before returning to Canada. We stayed at a beautiful hotel, the Radisson Decapolis where the food and the ambiance were first-class. A massive casino adjoins the hotel and Jackman, Ejaz Asgarali and I all had successful runs that helped to pay a substantial portion of the cost of our trips to Panama.

A visit to the Panama Canal on Sunday November 18 was a fitting climax to our visit and, on the following day, we left the warmth of Panama to return to the cold of Canada where we knew, however, that a warm welcome was awaiting us all at the celebration of Jackman’s 60th birthday on November 25.

On my return to Canada, a series of medical tests were conducted which proved that my heart is in good working condition. I must say a special thank you to two other members of our Panamanian touring party, Abdul Sangrar, the owner of the Parkway Nuclear Services Clinic, who made the services of his clinic available free of charge for the tests to be conducted and to Dr Abu Syed who assisted.

Hopefully, I’ll be around for a little while longer to continue playing this game which I love so much.

Now let’s head for the 19th Hole.

©2005-2006 Trinidad Publishing Company Limited

Designed by: Randall Rajkumar-Maharaj · Updated daily by: Sheahan Farrell