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AFTERMATH
A FIREFIGHTERS LIFE
AFTERMATH
BRYAN RATUSHNIAK A FIREFIGHTERS LIFE
Copyright 2020 Bryan Ratushniak
This edition copyright 2020 Cormorant Books Inc.
This is a first edition.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written consent of the publisher or a licence from The Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency (Access Copyright). For an Access Copyright licence, visit www.accesscopyright.ca or call toll free 1.800.893.5777 .
The publisher gratefully acknowledges the support of the Canada Council for the Arts and the Ontario Arts Council for its publishing program. We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund ( CBF ) for our publishing activities, and the Government of Ontario through Ontario Creates, an agency of the Ontario Ministry of Culture, and the Ontario Book Publishing Tax Credit Program.
LIBRARY AND ARCHIVES CANADA CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION
Title: Aftermath : a firefighters life / Bryan Ratushniak.
Names: Ratushniak, Bryan, author.
Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20190234857 | Canadiana (ebook) 20190234865 |
ISBN 9781770865761 (softcover) | ISBN 9781770865778 ( HTML )
Subjects: LCSH : Ratushniak, Bryan. |
LCSH : Fire fightersOntarioTorontoBiography. |
LCSH : Fire fightersJob stress. | LCSH : Fire fightersPsychology. |
LCGFT : Autobiographies.
Classification: LCC TH9118.R38 A3 2020 | DDC 363.37092 dc
Cover photo and design: Angel Guerra / Archetype
Interior text design & illustration: Tannice Goddard, tannicegdesigns.ca
Printer: Friesens
Printed and bound in Canada.
CORMORANT BOOKS INC.
260 SPADINA AVENUE, SUITE 502, TORONTO, ON M5T 2E4
www.cormorantbooks.com
Dedicated to the men and women of the emergency services who may be struggling.
The End of a Career
I MADE IT TO RETIREMENT after thirty-two years and one month on the job (the extra month was so I could squeeze in a final birthday before I threw in the towel). The last year or so had been tough mentally. Physically I had the usual aches and pains a firefighter suffers: bad back, sore knees, and pain in my elbows from torn muscles and ligament damage. And sleeping was getting difficult as traumatic memories increasingly snuck into my head at bedtime.
I felt as if I had overdosed on dead people. I was really tired of seeing death over and over again. It wasnt just the gross, messy deaths that result from traffic accidents or subway suicides that bothered me, but also the everyday kind of dying that a firefighter sees on the job: the ninety-year-old gentleman who died in his sleep, the seventy-five-year-old woman who died of cancer. I was taking on the grief and sadness that surrounded every passing of a loved one. I was struggling mentally. I couldnt face the death anymore Id had my fill.
I began taking time off work. I wasnt sure how much more mental anguish I could stand. I really loved fighting fires, but even that was becoming more difficult. I had recently started taking blood pressure medication for a previously undetected arrhythmia, found by accident during a routine cardiac stress test. As a result, the extreme physical exertion from firefighting became debilitating.
One night before a scheduled shift, I told my wife Sue that I felt trepidation about going in to work. Anxiety. She told me to see how I felt in the morning, and if I was still anxious I could book the day off if I needed to. The next morning the alarm went off at five, as it always did before a shift. I lay in bed, deciding whether I was strong enough to face work. I wasnt, but I also wasnt about to get Sue worrying about me fearing my job.
On my way to the fire hall I was blasting seventies rock on the car radio. I was stuck in the past I guess, reliving rocks heyday. Maybe I was reliving my teenage dreams of being a rock star. On the road up ahead, obscured by the glare of headlights, I could see what looked like something lying on the tracks in front of a streetcar. Maybe it was a large carpet or building material that fell off the back of a truck.
As I changed lanes to bypass the obstruction, I could see the silhouettes of two people standing over whatever was in the road. As I got closer, I saw that it was a motorcycle lying on its side, next to a motionless person on the ground. I pulled the car over, put on the emergency flashers, and ran over to see if I could help.
A man was standing over the motorcyclist, talking to a operator on his phone.
He told me the bike had smashed head-on into the front of the streetcar. The motorcyclist lay on his back, motionless, with an obvious head injury. I checked his pulse he was VSA (vital signs absent). I started chest compressions and advised the man with the phone to update the dispatcher that CPR was in progress, administered by a fire department captain on his way to work.
The crew from the fire hall just around the corner responded and arrived within a couple of minutes. I updated the firefighters about the patients condition as they took over the life-saving efforts. I then cleaned myself up at the fire truck, thanked the crew, and continued on to the fire hall for my shift. I was shaken. I was trying to convince myself that I wasnt, but I was shaken.
A couple of hours into my shift, I received a call from the fire department information officer. A close friend of the motorcycle victim had called him and wanted to know if she could talk to me. I assured the information officer that I would be fine with that. In my mind, though, I just wanted to get rid of the thought of another life taken too early, someone else I had failed to save. I wanted to forget the whole traumatic affair, but I called her anyway.
The woman had known the victim very well he was her fiancs best friend. He had been scheduled to speak at their upcoming wedding. Her fianc was taking the death of his friend very hard. He wanted to meet me, to thank me for trying to help and for being with his best friend when he died.
I met them both and passed on my condolences. I went to the mans funeral. I met his mother. She thanked me too. She took a photo of me to send to her family overseas who couldnt make it to the service. As someone who never again wanted to see death, I took it on the chin. They were grieving, they were hurting.
And I was too. At that same time, my sister was dying of cancer. I knew the pain the mans family and friends were feeling. I hoped that, when the time came for my sister to be taken from us, I would also have someone who understood share in the grieving process.
I lost my sister Brenda six months later. It was the weekend of my fifty-third birthday. I began to ponder about the right time to pull the plug on my firefighting career.
On Brendas birthday, six months after she passed, I was spending time at the cottage, remembering my funny sister. I was so proud of her when, at the age of fifty-three, she competed in her first fitness competition. When she was getting sicker, I asked her how she felt about the inevitable. I feel so sad, so very sad, she said. There are so many things I still want to do.
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