Canessa Roberto - I had to survive: how a plane crash in the Andes inspired my calling to save lives

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Copyright 2016 by Roberto Canessa and Pablo Vierci

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Author Photograph Roberto Canessa

Map on by Rossana Barone (graphic design), courtesy of Jrg P. A. Thomsen (Director of the Andes Museum 1972).

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Canessa, Roberto, 1953 author. | Vierci, Pablo, 1950 author.

Title: I had to survive : how a plane crash in the Andes inspired my calling to save lives / Dr. Roberto Canessa and Pablo Vierci ; translated by Carlos Fras.

Other titles: Yo tena que sobrevivir. English

Description: New York : Atria Books, [2016] | Translation of: Yo tena que sobrevivir.

Identifiers: LCCN 2015043876 (print) | LCCN 2015045390 (ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: Airplane crash survivalAndes Region. | Aircraft accidentsAndes Region. | Aircraft accident victimsUruguayBiography. | Heart surgeonsUruguayBiography.

Classification: LCC TL553.9 .C3613 2016 (print) | LCC TL553.9 (ebook) | DDC 363.12/4092dc23

LC record available at http://lccn.loc.gov/2015043876

ISBN 978-1-4767-6544-0

ISBN 978-1-4767-6546-4 (ebook)

To those who are suffering and dont yet realize there is hope.

ROBERTO CANESSA

To Roberto, an inspiration to all of us.

PABLO VIERCI

Part One

Where is the line between life and death?

Through the screen of an ultrasound machine, I study the heart of a child about to be born. I take my time, watching the tiny hands and feet on the monitor, feeling as if were communicating somehow through the screen. Im fascinated at this life that will soon be among usand at this heart that will have to be repaired in order for the child to survive.

One moment Im gazing at the ultrasound screen, and the next Im staring out the window of the crumpled fuselage of a plane, scanning the horizon to see if my friends will return alive from their test hikes. Ever since we escaped from the plane crash in the Andes mountains on December 22, 1972, after being lost for more than two months, I have asked myself a litany of questions, which is constantly changing. Foremost among them: What do you do when all the odds seem stacked against you?

I turn to the pregnant mother, who is lying on a gurney on the second floor of the Hospital Italiano in Montevideo, Uruguay. What is the best way to tell her that the child in her womb has developed in utero lacking the most important chamber of her heart? Until just a few years ago, newborns with these kinds of congenital heart defects, who came into the world stricken through no fault of their own, would die shortly after birth. Their only mark on the world would be a brief agony followed by a lasting trauma for their families. Fortunately, however, medicine took a crucial step forward, and this mother, Azucena, with the look of consternation on her face, can now have hope. There is a long, arduous journey ahead for this woman and her baby daughter, as well as for her husband and their two other children. It is an uncharted path as precarious as the one I made through the Andes. My friends and I were lucky enough to emerge from those mountains finally and reach the verdant valley of Los Maitenes. Thats where Im trying to lead these children, into their own verdant valley, although I carry the burden of knowing that not all of them will survive the journey.

This is my dilemma as a doctor. I find myself teetering between life and death as I watch this baby, whose mother has already named her Maria del Rosario. She can live for now, tethered to the placenta in her mothers womb, but what is to be done afterward? Should I propose a series of long, drawn-out surgeries so that she has a chance at living? And will it be worth all the risks and costs involved? Im sometimes overwhelmed at the similarities between our predicaments.

When we finally left the fuselage to trek across the peaks and chasms leading to that valley in Chile, we encountered a vast no-mans-land. Its almost impossible to remain alive in that weather, at thirty below, without any gear and after having lost nearly seventy pounds. It was impossible, everyone assumed, to trek more than fifty miles from east to west directly over the Andes, because no one in our weakened physical state would be able to withstand the rigors. We could have chosen to remain in that uterine fuselage, safe, until it, too, became inhospitable when we ran out of the only nourishment that was keeping us alive, the lifeless bodies of our friends. Just as the infant gets nourishment from the mother, we were able to do so from our friends, the most precious thing we had in that world. Should we stay or should we go? Remain huddled or press forward? The only equipment we had to help us on our journey was a sleeping bag we cobbled together out of insulation from the pipes of the planes heating system, stitched with copper wire. It looked like something plucked from a landfill.

This child, still a fetus, still connected to her source of nourishment, can survive a little longer, just as we did in the fuselage. But one day, as with us, the cord will have to be cut if she is to live, because we are in a race against time. I was the last one to decide to venture out, and thats why this recurring image has remained with me, intense and haunting. When should we cut the cord? When should we subject ourselves to the ordeal of attempting to cross the hostile mountain range? I knew that a hasty decision to trek across the mountains carried great risk, just as premature labor does for these children with congenital heart defects.

It took me a lot of deliberation to make my choice. There were simply too many factors, but I knew we were down to our last chance. Nando Parrado understood my doubts because he was wary as well, although he couldnt say this out loud for fear of letting down the rest of the survivors of the plane crash. With each person who died, we all died a little bit, too. It wasnt until Gustavo Zerbino told me that one of the bravest of our friends, Numa Turcatti, had died, that I decided it was time to go. It was time to leave the safety of the fuselage, to be born with a heart that wasnt ready for the outside world. One of my friends, Arturo Nogueira, whod had both of his legs broken in the crash and eventually perished, told me, Youre so lucky, Roberto, that you can walk for the rest of us. Otherwise he might have been the one here today, in my place.