The day my brother says I saved his life.

Katharyn Brady By Katharyn Brady, 23rd Jul 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I feel blessed to have siblings. We made many memories together. There's one in particular that my brother loves to share; the day I saved his life.

The 4th and final child is born into our family.

3 months after my 8th birthday, Steven, the 4th of four children, was born into our family.

When Steven was born, I decided that he was my baby. He was so precious with his big round, blue eyes, soft brown hair and chubby little arms and legs. It was so hard not to plant kisses on his puffy little cheeks all day long. Needless to say, we developed a very close and strong bond that continues to this day.

We all knew our neighbors.

We grew up in Santa Clara, California. It was 1968. Santa Clara was a sleepy, little town. I was now 10, Dan was 6, Linda, 4 and Steven, 2. We lived in a close knit community where everyone knew everyone. Our neighborhood was filled with kids our age from one end of the block to the other. During the summer, if you drove down the street you would find children playing all sorts of games; hula hoop, slip-n-slide, jump rope, hide and seek, hop scotch, mother may I? and the list of games goes on.

"In case of an emergency" was about to become a reality.

Even though I was only 10 years old, I had started to babysit for my parents. When they went out, it was always during the day and only for a couple of hours. On the days that I did baby sit, my parents made arrangements with one of the neighbors that I could count on in the event of an emergency.

One warm, Saturday afternoon, my parents were preparing to take a short trip to look at some land they might want to purchase. We were given our instructions, "Stay in the house while we are gone. Leave the door locked and don't open it if anyone knocks on the door or rings the doorbell." My parents informed me that if there was an emergency, I was to get help from our neighbors, Mr.and Mrs. Welsh. Their home was across the street from ours.

Having reviewed all of the rules with us, my parents left. I locked the door behind them and placed the security chain on the door. Myself and the other kids plopped on the living room floor and promptly got comfortable in front of the television.

It didn't take long before most of us were completely engrossed, staring straight ahead at the television. Basically, we were in a trance. I say most because my brother Steven took the opportunity to sneak off. I have a sixth sense and I heard this voice that said "Where's Steven?" It broke me out of my trance. I looked around and he wasn't sitting with us anymore. Panicked filled me as I called his name and he didn't answer.

I jumped up from the living room floor and raced down the hall to the front door. The color drained from my tanned, sun kissed face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The front door was slightly ajar. A kitchen chair had been placed by the door and the security chain was hanging down, no longer was it securing the door. I gasped. I knew Steven was outside.

Moving the chair aside, I stepped out onto the front porch. Initially I was relieved because I saw Steven standing in the front yard. My relief quickly turned to being horrified as I witnessed my brother place his lips around a bottle filled with ant poison. Before I could get to him, he had tilted his head back took a swig. I grabbed the bottle out of his mouth. My sister Linda had come to the door to see what all of the commotion was about. I told her to get back in the house and lock the door. I was going for help.

Picking Steven up in my arms, I raced across the street to the Welsh's. Mr. Welsh happened to be outside watering his yard. I quickly explained what had just happened. He sent Mrs. Welsh to our home to sit with Dan and Linda. I got into their station wagon, placing Steven in my lap. (I know...we didn't have the seat belt laws back then.)

As we began our drive with Mr. Welsh to the hospital, I saw my sister, Linda, watching us. Her big blue eyes were filled with fear and hoping that our little brother would be okay.

10 year old accomplishes what the adults couldn't.

After we arrived at the hospital, Mr. Welsh went to the nurse's station of the Emergency Room to check Steven in. Since time was of the essence, Steven was going to be seen right away. However, due to my age, I had to stay in the waiting area.

Steven was familiar with Mr. Welsh and so he didn't have a problem going into the room without me. But, his cooperation was short lived. About 10 minutes later, Mr. Welsh found me in the waiting area and asked me to go into the room with Steven. There were two things that needed to happen. First, Steven needed to drink some concoction and then follow the concoction by drinking water. Between the two "beverages", he would vomit whatever was in his stomach. Mr. Welsh and the hospital personnel were successful with getting Steven to drink the concoction but Steven wouldn't drink the water. He was crying huge crocodile tears. Every time they tried to get him to drink the water he clamped his lips closed and moved his head from side-to-side, eventually knocking the water out of their hands.

Mr. Welsh wanted me to try to get him to drink the water. As I walked into the room, Steven called my name and reached for me with his chubby little arms. I gave him a hug and said, "Hey, buddy. It's going to be okay." Slowly, the tears dried up and Steven became calm. Mr. Welsh was standing over on the other side of the room, observing. I picked up the glass of water and said, "Mmmm, water. I'm going to have some." I pretended to drink a little. I held the cup to his lips, "This is just water. Take a drink". He took a sip. When he realized it really was only water, he began to drink it. Mr. Welsh handed me a bed pan. It only took a few moments for the desired result; the contents of his stomach began to spew out into the bed pan. Eventually, his stomach was cleaned out.

After the hospital discharge paperwork was completed, we headed back to the car and headed for home.

We were all relieved. Steven was going to be okay. At the same time, I was secretly excited that I was able to do what the adults couldn't. Did I save my brother's life that day? Maybe.


Caring, Childhood, Childhood Memories, Family, Life, Rescue, Siblings

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author avatar Katharyn Brady
I have survived cancer multiple times. It took 8 surgeries, 33 sessions of radiation and chemo therapy. My focus is on being healthy in mind, body and spirit and helping others do the same.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
24th Jul 2015 (#)

Very inspiring Katharyn - you are indeed a hero. You did act in the spur of the moment and later too with much composure - siva

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author avatar Katharyn Brady
24th Jul 2015 (#)

Thank you, Siva.

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author avatar Shamarie
24th Jul 2015 (#)

This is a great and inspiring post, Katharyn!!! Thank God, you acted fast on the situation!!! God bless you!!!

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