Irene, who had never flown before, was sitting in the cabin of a Norseman
aircraft, headed north over the prairie.
They landed on a
farmer's field near Balcarres, and her first aerial patient was brought
aboard. He was a farmer with an injured leg. Normally,
it wouldn't have been a serious matter, but gangrene had set in and was spreading. He
had to reach a hospital quickly. The Norseman made a fast turn-around
and took off for Regina.
In the cabin with
her patient Irene was immediately aware that this was different from
anything she'd encountered in her career as a graduate nurse. She
was at home in brilliantly-lit, well equipped and spacious wards. She
was accustomed to the clinical quiet of a modern hospital.
Now she found herself
at work in the cramped space of an airplane cabin. Equipment
was at a minimum. Outside, the aircraft engine beat a steady accompaniment
to her work. It was a turbulent day and the patient's bunk was by
no means as steady as a standard hospital bed.
There was another
difference. In hospital work, a nurse always knows
that if there's trouble, she can count on help. There are doctors, interns,
supervisors and other nurses to turn to. Here she was completely on
her own. It was at first a chilling sensation. Irene gave her
patient a hypodermic to ease his pain. She managed to keep him reasonably
comfortable in the 40-minute flight. When they landed, she was conscious
of the fact that she'd met the first challenge of her new career. It
was a stimulating experience" ( Saskatchewan News , April 1960).