The Doctor (in training) who saved my Brother

My brother and I always spend at least two weeks camping each year during the summer.  This year we chose to use a camping ground near the beach in Western Australia.  We had invited some of my brother’s college friends to come along this year and had quite a group.  Each of his friends had never been camping and had no idea what to expect.

We did a lot of snorkeling as we all had this in common.  On the fifth day, my brother cut himself on something while in the water.  It was a small cut and he didn’t even tell us about it.  When we returned to the caravan park, he had already forgotten about the cut.  Two days later, I noticed a bad red welt on his lower leg and asked him what happened.  That’s when I found out about the little ‘cut’ he had gotten.

I thought he should go have it checked out and he didn’t agree.  The next day he had a very high fever and was delirious.  His friends and I took him to the first aid station at the caravan park to see if they could help.  The young woman there looked at it and wasn’t sure.  She said she needed to know where he was when he got the cut.  I told him that I thought he got it underwater while snorkeling.

One of the young men staying at the park had seen the commotion and asked what was going on.  He said he was a medical student and maybe he could help.  After looking at the welt and checking his vitals, he said he had a serious infection and would lose his leg if it weren’t treated quickly.  She made some calls and said that a recue copter was being sent to take him to the nearest infirmary.

Thankfully, my brother recovered and we were so thankful to the doctor (in training) who saved him.