Below you will read another bold example of our living faith and the intense presence of the Saints in our lives. The cardiologist, Mr. Vasilios Karogiannis, confesses to us a fascinating experience and a great miracle of our great Holy Doctor, St. Panteleimon.
I am telling you precisely about one of the many medical miracles that many colleagues have experienced in their medical career without always mentioning them publicly.
It was the summer of 2000 or 2001, not exactly remembering the year and I was acting as a qualified cardiologist at the Sotiria Hospital. I always had the 3 – 6 am hour shifts.
Like all on-call shifts, even in summer, it was quite exhausting. But after 5 am not one patient was in the E.R.
It was July 27th and my summer vacation was going to begin after 6 am. At 5.55 am I started telling the other staff members how happy I was to start my vacation and started gathering my things to end my on-call shift. That’s when an EMT stretcher came in. It was a woman, as the driver of the ambulance told me, from a neighboring hospital, who has complained of chest pain and asked to be transferred to our hospital to be examined by a cardiologist.
They told the paramedic to put her on the gurney and she was told not to worry. As soon as they got her on the gurney, the nurse cried out to me, doctor, quickly, she is in cardiac arrest.
Running, I started resuscitation/defibrillation, massage, etc. For a long time the patient’s ECF was an isoelectric line, i. e. a straight line without the woman having heart, lung and brain function, she was practically dead and the nurses were preparing her transport to the mortuary.
Deeply distressed about the young woman (she was 45 years old) and thinking lightening-fast about the Feast of St. Panteleimon, I grabbed the defibrillator and begged within me, Saint Panteilemon you are a doctor, help this woman today on your feast day.
Right away, although connected to the monitor without signs of life, an EKG appeared on the monitor and even a picture of an anterior infarction.
Immediately the nurses transfered her to the ICU. I note that throughout our meeting she never saw me because she was either in cardiac arrest or in a coma.
I went home and the incident was erased from my memory throughout my summer vacation.
I returned on August 14, at 8 am for work and when I greeted the nurses of the morning shift, I suddenly remembered the incident. I asked if the patient who I didn’t even know her name if she was alive, if she was still hospitalized or discharged and they replied that she was leaving today.
Without wearing a sweatshirt, I ran into the room that they indicated. Without talking, I saw a woman sitting on her bed eating breakfast. She just saw me starring at her and told me thank you for saving my life. Then I told her that someone else saved her. With tears in her eyes she showed me an icon on her bedside. It was St. Panteleimon.
Excited I left the room without saying another word. Even to this day I do not know her name.
This is proof of the living presence of our faith in God and our Saints.