Opinion: A surgeon’s (unsaid) advice to his teenage daughter: ‘Sweetheart, don’t forget your tourniquet’
I bought my own combat-grade tourniquet. You should, too.
Five years ago, my 9-year old daughter and I were approaching the finish line of the Boston Marathon when bombs exploded in two different sites. I will never forget the feelings I had as a father shielding his daughter from the surrounding chaos, a husband looking for his wife who was running the marathon, and a surgeon trying to get to the hospital to help those who were injured.
Although three people died that day, nearly 300 others who were injured were saved by a combination of heroic efforts from bystanders and nearby medical and emergency personnel.
