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PSMF Patient Story - Josh Barron

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The story begins with a heartwarming description of a family unit centered around their youngest member, Josh, who served as the beloved little brother connecting his older siblings, Harrison and Abby. This peaceful domestic life was abruptly shattered during a spring break trip to Hilton Head, South Carolina, when the family was returning home just five minutes from their house. The narrator recounts the traumatic moment they were struck by three individuals in a Ford Explorer that ran a stop sign at high speed. In the chaos of the accident, the mother tragically lost her life immediately, while Josh was found unconscious about fifty feet away in the woods, still strapped into his car seat but face down on the ground. Following the rescue, Josh was airlifted to Savannah, Georgia, where he initially showed signs of recovery over the first four days. The narrator describes a deeply emotional moment when Josh responded to his voice by stopping his moaning, rolling over, and smiling, which allowed the father forty-five minutes to hold his son alive before he had to leave for the night. However, the situation took a devastating turn upon his return, where hospital staff revealed that an adult dosage of medication, five times stronger than necessary for a child, was mistakenly administered due to pharmacy error during a seizure event. This fatal mistake caused Josh's heart to stop, leading to a desperate two-and-a-half-hour effort by a pediatric cardiologist who manually massaged his chest to keep him alive until the narrator arrived. Upon witnessing the scene and learning that the medical team could no longer save him, the father was forced to say goodbye to his son one last time, kissing him on the forehead before accepting the tragedy. The narrative concludes with the cold reality of receiving a polished legal response two months later, which notably lacked any acknowledgment of responsibility or apology from the hospital. Instead of being remembered as a beloved child, Josh was reduced to merely an "event" in the eyes of the institution that failed him, highlighting the profound emotional devastation and bureaucratic indifference faced by the grieving father after losing both his wife and son within such a short span of time.
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Harrison, my oldest, and Abby being my daughter, they had two unique personalities and they loved each other and they got along pretty well, but Josh was the one thing they had in common that they both loved u because he was their little brother. And so it was kind of like putting the exclamation point at the end of our family. We had finished as a family a spring break trip to Hilton Head, South Carolina. We were making our way back home and we were literally 5 minutes from the house. And the last thing I heard my wife say that day was, "Oh my word." Um, we were hit we were hit by three guys in a Ford Explorer who ran a stop sign going about 55 m an hour. Um, I watched as my wife took her last breath that day. Um, they found Josh lying in the edge of the trees about 50 ft away from the van and stopped. Uh, he was still strapped in his car seat, but he was lying face down in the edge of the woods and he was unconscious. Josh was immediately sent over to Savannah, Georgia by helicopter. And for the first 4 days, Josh was consistently improving. The first time I walked into the room, I was just kind of very overwhelmed. Your 17-month-old doesn't belong in a place like that. And uh he responded to my voice that morning. He stopped the moaning noise. He rolled over and he looked at me and he smiled at me. Um which was a neat moment. Uh that nurse, the one that was just really really such a sweetheart to us, she uh she asked me if I wanted to hold Josh while I was there and I said, "Yeah, absolutely." She kind of laid him down in my arms and we had about 40 or 45 minutes to just kind of hold each other. Um, none of us could understand what the significance of those 40 to 45 minutes would later mean to me because it was literally the last time I held my son alive. By the time I left on Tuesday to go home for the night, got that very strange phone call from the from the hospital saying, "Can you please come back?" And u, I remember walking in that room that day into the midst of what felt like a very chaotic scene. and uh that vice president from risk management walked into the room behind me and and he said, "Well, Mr. Baron, your son's head wound has caused numerous seizures throughout the weekend. When your son had one of those seizures, we ordered a medication from our pharmacy and in her haste to make up the compound your son needed, she made a mistake and she sent up what is an adult dosage. It's actually five times the strength of what's required for a child your son's size." So, when it hit your son's heart this morning, it stopped. So I asked him uh what I thought was the next logical question. I said, "Then who is that lady and and what is she doing to him?" He said, "Uh, Mr. Baron, uh, that lady's a pediatric cardiologist, and right now she has her hands uh inside your son's chest. She's massaging his heart to keep him alive. and she's been doing it for the last two and a half hours till he could get here. I looked at him and I said, "Well, I guess you need to let him go then." So, I went over, kissed him on the forehead, and said goodbye. Two months later, what I got was um a very well polished legal response. There was no acknowledgement of responsibility. And my son was no longer a son. He was an event.