This is my lane: Philly doctor on why advocating against gun violence is part of the job


As I rushed into the intensive care unit, the description I overheard was terse and chilling: "13-year-old, no past medical history, GSW to head … neurosurgery following."

I entered the child's room to find his weeping mother taping something on the wall behind his bed. The lights were low. The undulating hum of the ventilator and the low pitch of the drains protruding from her son's misshapen skull filled the room with sounds familiar to those of us who know what a "GSW" – gunshot wound – to the head really means.

Since his birth, I have cared for this child at our pediatric clinic, situated in one of the most concentrated areas of poverty, of early mortality, in America. Violence is not unusual here in North Philadelphia. But no one ever gets used to it.

I could not give this mother what she wanted – to turn back time. Time before her happy, bright boy jumped into his cousin's car, excited about getting a haircut. Time before a bullet, aimed at someone else, struck her child's head at the temple and exited through the top of his skull, shattering bone and brain. Time when her boy's only physical problem was the thumb-sucking that made his teeth protrude.

What I could do was hold her hand and silently keep watch with her. With each ventilator-directed breath, the side of his head billowed out like a sail, lacking the protective temporal bone that had to be removed to relieve pressure on his injured brain. We looked together at his  swollen face, at the plastic oxygen tube pushing against his teeth as his thumb once did.

This was not the first time my pager had summoned me to the ICU to see a child and a family shattered by bullets. There was the 18-year-old, headed home after a hard-fought basketball game, stopped by three bullets to the back. The 12-year-old who took a bone-destroying bullet to the leg while walking home from school. The 3-year-old, playing with Barbie dolls on the porch, struck through the neck. The 17-year-old, a star football player whose once muscled legs are now atrophied from paraplegia. He had just walked out of a corner store, clutching a bag filled with treats for his younger brother, when a bullet struck his spine.

I am a primary care doctor, not a trauma surgeon. But mothers ask for me. They want me to explain the complex care that their children are receiving, which I gladly do. They want me to offer them hope, though so often I cannot.

They want a witness in a white coat to make sure that the ICU team knows that their child is so much more than the GSW in room 7, room 3, room 1. That their child was entirely perfect until they were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in a city where more than 140 children have been shot so far this year.

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Dr Taylor, Thank you for this important post. The vivid imagery made me feel I was standing with you in that hospital room. You provided a powerful message that illustrates the ripple effect of the trauma of gun violence. I am a Camden, NJ school nurse and sadly community gun violence is our stark and unrelenting reality.  Just yesterday, the Superintendent of our district shared the heart-wrenching news of another student lost to gun violence, shot while walking home from school. #ThisIsMyLane

Dr. Taylor, Thank you. It’s your lane, it’s my lane, it’s everyone's lane. Sharing your experiences with families and describing the “perfect” child before the GSW helps me to visualize the moms who tape pictures above their son’s hospital bed. Gun related trauma is preventable. We need to stand up, speak up, and shout! Our united voices have the power and potential to change public policy. Thank you again for letting me get to know some these children and families - as people and not as statistics. With gratitude, Karen