Issue 5 / 11 February 2019

IN the summer of 1983, I was a few weeks into my first job as a medical intern, in a pretty town in western Victoria. Along with my fellow students, I had graduated in December the previous year and three of us were on our country term for 3 months in the Western District.

There is one day I will never forget. It was Wednesday 16 February, and it started for me — as it must have for many — waking in fear. I had been on call the night before and up late. When I woke, the sun was well up, but I couldn’t see it for the reddish-brown fog that I saw from the window in the resident doctors’ quarters.

My first thought was that there had been a thermonuclear event, or some other kind of Armageddon. It was silent where I stood, and nothing moved outside, at least in my field of sight, save for a few papers and trees waving in the wind.

I paged my friend who was on duty for casualty that day, and his usually cheerful voice was urgent and stressed.

“It’s a bushfire M, and the casualty is full — there are people everywhere. You had better come down.”

What happened next is a day that is indelibly printed in my memory. Smells, sounds and sights, people in fear and pain. The smell of smoke and of burns, the cries of children. The usually quiet little emergency room was full of people who had fled their experience of what was to be later named “Ash Wednesday”, one of the worst fire days in history at the time.

As well as drivers who had crashed their cars due to poor visibility, there were children who had been scared to death at the local pool when smoke and embers floated in. There were several folk with minor burns, and one poor young soul with major burns who died a few days later in Melbourne. And there were a few firemen in blue overalls who had suffered smoke inhalation as part of their efforts to fight the inferno that would destroy lives, animals, bushland and property on a massive scale.

I still recall that, well before we were able to give them the all-clear to go, the firemen were asking to return to their trucks to help their colleagues, who were still at various fire scenes. They had little concern for themselves, and had only turned up to hospital at the insistence of their leaders.

In a world where, increasingly, we see people taking care of themselves first, these are the special people whose first thought is to take care of others. Strangers too, not just family and friends. Easy enough for us to do in the confines of the hospital, but much, much harder, and more frightening, for them in the changing circumstances of weather, fuel and access that they take on as part of their commitment to the communities they serve, often in a voluntary capacity.

We owe them and we continue to owe them for keeping us, our families and our homes safe, doing their utmost at their own peril. They turn up when we call, often in our most difficult, scary hours, as do their colleagues in police and ambulance uniforms.

The findings of the beyondblue Answering the call survey on the mental health and wellbeing of police and emergency services are not surprising, but they are stark and highlight the toll taken on emergency workers, especially those on the front line:

“One in three employees experience high or very high psychological distress; much higher than just over one in eight among all adults in Australia

  • more than one in 2.5 [emergency services] employees and one in three [emergency services] volunteers report having been diagnosed with a mental health condition in their life compared to one in five of all adults in Australia;

  • employees and volunteers report having suicidal thoughts over two times [more frequently] than adults in the general population and are more than three times more likely to have a suicide plan;

  • more than half of all [emergency services] employees indicated that they had experienced a traumatic event that had deeply affected them during the course of their work;

  • poor workplace practices and culture were found to be as damaging to mental health as occupational trauma;

  • employees who had worked more than 10 years were almost twice as likely to experience psychological distress and were six times more likely to experience symptoms of [post-traumatic stress disorder];

  • three in four employees found the current workers’ compensation process to be detrimental to their recovery;

  • one in four surveyed former employees experience probable [post-traumatic stress disorder] (compared to one in 10 current employees), and one in five experience very high psychological distress.”

Right now, Tasmania is ravaged by fire, and Far North Queensland is inundated, while other parts of our country are in drought and the Murray–Darling Basin is in deep trouble. Extreme weather events are increasingly a part of our lives.

We owe our emergency services personnel a better future than the one they will face if climate change continues to goes unchecked, and we do not limit global warming to 1.5 degrees Celsius.

To hear our politicians crave “more coal” and to state that the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change findings are for others, sends a chilling message to many of us in the health care professions. We know there are many vulnerable populations (the elderly, the young, patients with diabetes, outdoor workers, and those with mental illness) who will suffer more than the rest of us if we do not take action on climate change.

Add now to this another very special group, our emergency services personnel, who put their lives on the line to make it okay for the rest of us on these days of disaster and extreme weather events. It would take a morally bankrupt society to allow its leaders to shirk their responsibilities to prevent more catastrophic events such as the ones we have seen most recently in Queensland and Tasmania, where, thanks to the efforts of those heroes, many lives and homes were saved.

This is a debt we can never repay. We owe these folk, and their successors, the best future we can give them. We must stop posturing, prevaricating and politicking. We must get this done – and quickly.

Dr Marianne Cannon has worked as an emergency physician in various locations in Australia, the UK and USA. She has been educating medical students for the last 17 years.  She has postgraduate qualifications in Public Health and Health Education. Her interests include disaster mitigation, global health, and mental health. Currently she works clinically in northern NSW and Brisbane.

If this article has raised issues for you, help is available at:

Doctors’ Health Advisory Service (http://dhas.org.au):

NSW and ACT … 02 9437 6552
NT and SA … 08 8366 0250
Queensland … 07 3833 4352
Tasmania and Victoria … 03 9495 6011
WA … 08 9321 3098
New Zealand … 0800 471 2654

Medical Benevolent Society (https://www.mbansw.org.au/)

AMA lists of GPs willing to see junior doctors (https://www.doctorportal.com.au/doctorshealth/)

Lifeline on 13 11 14

beyondblue on 1300 224 636

beyondblue Doctors’ health website: https://www.beyondblue.org.au/about-us/our-work-in-improving-workplace-mental-health/health-services-program

 

 

The statements or opinions expressed in this article reflect the views of the authors and do not represent the official policy of the AMA, the MJA or InSight+ unless that is so stated.

2 thoughts on “Ash Wednesday: a debt we can never repay

  1. Graham Vimpani says:

    The Ash Wednesday fires – which for Christians fell on the day in the Christian calendar known as Ash Wednesday – had devastating effects in both South Australia and Victoria. The Adelaide Hills fires partially destroyed the Kuipto pine forest but the naked flames of the Chambers Gully fires just east of Adelaide where flames had jumped about a kilometre from one ridge to another were visible for all of us leaving work and heading east as they churned their way down the hills face. Earlier in the day I remember driving north for several kilometres from my office base on South Terrace in Adelaide to the Adelaide Children’s Hospital for a lunch time Grand Round in a red world with a howling wind and the smell of burnt ash. There were numerous deaths from the multiple fires including those in the south-east.
    This was the day that the regular experience of fire in the hills hit home for those of us who were city dwellers more than any other event, other than Black Saturday in the 50s when the Governors rural residence at Marble Hill was gutted, leaving the governor’s wife hiding in a culvert praying the Lord’s Prayer

  2. Tony Cohen, Naracoorte, SA says:

    Yep, Marianne, I was an intern in Shepparton. While we were remarkably unaffected by the fires themselves I still remember what a terrible day it was waking up to it and the effect it had on my extended family in Macedon and Kyneton

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