James Jude, MD Co-inventor of CPR, Dies At 87
New submitter voxelman writes: Jim Jude, my uncle, was a kind and modest man. The impact of his insight into the significance of a change in blood pressure from the application of defibrillation paddles to a dog's chest has led to the saving of millions of lives through cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). His passing is a release from a debilitating illness that made a mockery of his contributions to medical science. He will be missed by all that knew him.
This guy did not "invent" CPR.
I didn't know your uncle but you have my sympathy for your loss.
I hope you take comfort from the fact he truly made a vast difference to the lives of people in a way that most people can only dream about.
I hope you also think about those people his research saved and realise that amongst them will be people who went on to also further help society.
If it wasn't for CPR starting to catch on I wouldn't even exist. April 16, 1963 a man left what is now the Idaho Nuclear Laboratory where he had been training people on CPR before the push in the 70's for it to be main stream. Because of poor funding of education my mother, 9, was on a crowded school bus when the emergency door popped open. She fell from the bus, and died when she hit the pavement at 35 mph. That man wasn't too far behind the bus, and was able to perform CPR to keep her heart going until the ambulance was able to arrive.
Yes, because bloodletting and anal fumigation by tobacco smoke used in that "CPR" of the 1700s are exactly the same as modern CPR.
James Jude is acknowledged as one of three men who helped create the modern techniques of CPR. The summary is just fine.
Who modded this bullshit up? In the early 20th century, the state of the art in reviving people was artificial respiration. You ever see those looney toons cartoons where the drowned cat or whatever gets their arms pumped and starts squirting water like a fountain? That's how it was done back then, but with less squirting. Raise the shoulders to expand the chest and thus inhale, lower them to exhale (it's part of why crucifixion is fatal and why "positional asphyxiation" is a thing).
You want to start someone's heart again? Well, if you died in 1930, I hear some guy at John Hopkins was working on a thing where they use Edison's lightning to zap your heart into dancing again. What was his name again? Oh, William Kouwenhoven, who was working with a team of other guys nobody's heard of, some kid named James Jude.
Prior to that, they cut you open and massaged your heart. Or they just called time of death, after all, your heart wasn't beating anymore so you're dead and your soul's gone to its final judgement.
Oh, come on, you're just blowing smoke up our asses.
Honestly, what I want to know is ... who the hell was the first person to decide to try that?
I'm sure there's some "rule #34" porn out there for the adventurous. Somehow I suspect urban dictionary has a definition which includes this.
The mind reels.
Lost at C:>. Found at C.
Too soon, dude.
-- I have monkeys in my pants.
I'm a CPR instructor and I will mention this to the class of 16 that I'm teaching in 2 hours. Out of hospital cardiac arrest survival rates are still an abysmally low 8% because bystanders are often paralyzed, fearful, unwilling to get involved, and timidly participate when they do. The American Heart Association's new goal is to double survival rates by 2020. In his memory, you should find a class, bring a friend, learn how to react and be willing to do so.
Clearly it was invented by cats.
Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens
Dear voxelman, sincere condolences for the loss of your uncle. However, I must say I'm a bit perturbed by your suggestion that his ailments later in life made his life or contributions a mockery. In fact, I feel that this idea is somewhat antithetical to the act of CPR itself which struggles to respect and aid those whose very life functions are failing them. It is the normal course of human life for ailment and illness to overtake the human body, but that by no means diminishes the life that was lived, especially such a one as your uncle's which benefited so many. May he rest in peace.