Aunt Ruth’s birthday dinner

Ruth (left) with her two sisters at South Queensferry in March, 2005

Ruth (left) with her two sisters at South Queensferry in March, 2005

We have just had a very sad weekend. We invited my Aunt Ruth round for her 88th-birthday dinner on Saturday evening. We were five: me, my wife, Ruth, and her two sisters: my mother and my Aunt Violet.

The dinner was a huge success, but about 30 minutes after sitting down in the lounge for coffee, Ruth began complaining of an ache round her lower back, and a piercing pain just under her breastbone. She had had indigestion occasionally, so we gave her the usual solution of bicarbonate of soda.

This gave her relief for a further 30 minutes, until both pains became worse and she began feeling sick. We knew this couldn’t have been because of the meal, for the rest of us were fine. Ruth’s abhorrence of hospitals, doctors and all forms of medical attention made us think twice about getting help for what seemed like a simple stomach upset.

She was clearly in great distress, however, so I called G-Docs. Ninety minutes later, the doctor and her driver arrived. The doctor administered morphine and an anti-nausea drug, then conducted a rudimentary heart scan. “I’m worried this is an aneurysm,” she said, and asked me to call 999. An ambulance arrived 30 minutes later, and half an hour after that Ruth was on her way to Aberdeen Royal Infirmary, with my wife holding her hand.

They got barely more than five miles down the road when Ruth’s heart stopped. After 20 minutes of heart massage and a further emergency paramedic team being summoned from Aberdeen, Ruth was pronounced dead in an ambulance at the side of the road at 0150 on Sunday.

We have yet to hear the formal findings from the medical authorities, but all the advice from the attending doctor and the paramedics is that an abdominal aneurysm was responsible. A weakness in a major blood vessel ballooned and eventually burst in the ambulance, causing massive internal bleeding and Ruth’s heart to stall. Even in an intensive-care unit, virtually nothing could have been done.

We are very upset, as you can imagine.

Please, if anyone around you begins complaining of lower back pain and starts vomiting, learn from our experience. Call 999 immediately. It’s much more serious than you think.


Filed Under: AberdeenshireFeaturedScotland


RSSComments (2)

Leave a Reply | Trackback URL

  1. Margaret Young says:

    Sorry to read your sad news, Norman. I think my Dad probably died of a ruptured aneurism too, although in a different location. His pain was under his shoulder blade. However our doctor didn’t diagnose it (It was in 1966.) and thought it might have been gallbladder problems. I have read that they are going to be screening for abdominal aneurisms in the near future, but I think it is only men they are going to screen, which seems sexist. However it probably is because they are more prevalent in men.

Leave a Reply

  • Categories
  • Comments Policy

    We welcome your comments. All are moderated, so will not appear instantly.
    We will process them as quickly and moderate as lightly as we can.
    Comments may be edited. They will be rejected if they contain:

    • Profanity
    • Offensive remarks
    • Libellous text
    • Personal remarks
    • Commercial promo

    Let's keep it pleasant and friendly for all of us. Thank you.

    Webmaster. Strawberry Glen Web Services.