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A Different Plane of Existence By Karen Page
(revised January 2005)
Edited by Angel O'Hare
Part Two
About an hour into the operation the theatre telephone rang. "Theatre
Four," answered Anna Jones the theatre administrator, "Dr Millard and Dr
Fielding are operating."
"This is Dr Adams from East Sussex hospital in Redhill. Please relay a
message to Dr Fielding that we are loosing Helen Turner. I believe he is
assisting on Simon Turner. Helen is Simon's mother. She has a donor card
and I wonder if Simon needs any transplants as they appear to have
almost identical tissue matches."
"Dr Fielding, Dr Adams is on the phone saying that Simon's mother,
Helen, is about to die. She is a donor and an apparent tissue match to
Simon. Dr Adams is giving first refusal on any needed organs."
"Is Dr Adams a qualified harvester?" Dr Millard asked Dr Fielding.
"Yes but we don't need anything do we?"
"Since they have almost identical tissue we could try and help Simon
regain the ability to have children. We could harvest Helens complete
womb and ovaries and attempt to transplant into Simon. We have attempted
this once before but the tissue match wasn't close enough and she
suffered rejection."
"How much tissue is required? I take it isn't just the organ but some of
the surrounding tissue."
"Correct. Would you mind if my assistant Dr Barbara Smith assists? She
was involved on the previous attempt and is aware of what is required to
be removed."
"Anna, please tell Dr Adams that we do require a transplant and that he
will have a specialist with him shortly," instructed the doctor.
While they awaited the harvested organ the two doctors continued the
delicate operation. Blood vessels were diverted and eventually the
remains of his penis was removed. Next Simon's prostate was removed as
its function would no longer be required.
"Normally the penis isn't removed like this as we invert the skin to
create the vagina wall. Since the organ will contain this tissue we will
not need to do this. Actually this will have the added affect of not
having to retrain the tissue so Simon won't have the inconvenience of
dilation."
When the organs arrived they opened the bottom half of Simon's torso
rather like a caesarean section. They placed them in the body and began
the mammoth task of wiring them up. More blood vessels were moved and
added. With the work finished Simon was closed. The external work was
relatively simple as most of the external facet was also part of the
transplant. Simon would indeed be able to enjoy sex as well as a female.
Eight hours later the operation was complete and as Simon was wheeled
into the recovery room; the pressure and adrenaline that had kept the
team going faded. By the time they had removed their gowns there wasn't
much anybody wanted to do but sleep. Dr Millard's secretary was her
usual efficient self and had organised taxi's to take everyone home.
Driving in this level of exhaustion would be very dangerous.
In the recovery room Sam Ivory took over as the on duty anaesthetist.
Simon was brought out of the anaesthetic and as he came round was given
a sedative to keep him asleep for another twelve hours. Sam knew that
the doctor would want to be available when he came round.
***
Tom Millard was in his office writing an article for the journal Nature.
It was ten hours since the end of the operation. The doctor was already
known as one of the best surgeons for transsexuals. However, he hoped
that this transplant would make him as famous as Christian Barnard. His
thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
"Enter," barked Tom putting his fountain pen down and putting his first
draft onto the side. In the room entered a young lady who looked no more
than thirty.
"Dr Rachel Ruiz. I believe you spoke to my boss about a paediatric
psychiatrist assisting in a difficult case?"
"Thank you for coming. Please shut the door and take a seat. The case is
subject to a judicial gagging order to help protect the child. What you
hear about the case mustn't be discussed without authority especially
not with the press."
"I never discuss cases," replied Rachel in a hurt tone. "It isn't
ethical and I resent you questioning my professionalism."
"Sorry that I didn't phrase it very well. I'm obliged by the injunction
to reiterate the confidentiality."
"Apology accepted. Now can you explain why you need a paediatric
psychiatrist in a ward for transsexuals? Wouldn't it be best to get an
expert from the Portman Clinic at St Georges?"
"Their psychiatric department has nobody free for a cross site visit and
this case may require more intensive intervention which I am told you
are better qualified for. Did you see the details of the incident at
Gatwick yesterday?"
"Yes. Does this case involve that child who was trapped in the rubble
and whose parents died?"
"Yes. There was a metal building strut that had pierced destroyed his
genitals and functionality of the penis. Since his legal guardians where
unavailable the judge, under advisement of the Official Solicitor, opted
for SRS. Simon was advised before being anesthetised that SRS was a
possibility. Since he wasn't a transsexual the surgery is probably going
to cause him intense psychological issues."
Rachel thought for a moment and said, "I'm also concerned about
potential suicide. Leaving aside the SRS he has just lost both his
parents. Is there any other family?"
"Not that anybody has been able to trace. Social Services are already
trying to get involved but are being obstructed by the judge till you
have judged his mental state."
"Social services will need to be involved but I agree that at this time
they would just complicate an already dire situation. Back to the
surgery; has any other cosmetic surgery been performed such as breast
augmentation?"
"Other surgery will need to be decided when Simon understands what we
have done to him and what options he has. He is still sedated and will
be asleep for about another couple of hours."
"Okay. I've another patient to visit so can you page me when he is
awake?"
As Tom Millard nodded Rachel handed him her card and got up to leave
when there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
A nurse, who was wearing a ward sister's uniform, entered the room.
"Sorry to disturb you but you wanted a report every two hours on your
special patient. Pulse and other vital signs are still stable."
"Thank you Sally. Sally Archer this is Dr Ruiz. She will be helping with
Simon when he wakes up."
"Hi Rachel," said Sally. "Dr Ruiz and I share a flat so we already know
each other."
"Excellent," responded Tom Millard. "Well this should help with you both
being involved with Simon."
Rachel and Sally left while Tom thought about the boy for a moment and
then continued his article for Nature.
***
Around four Simon started to wake up. The on duty staff that had been
monitoring him during his sleep was aware that he was the boy from the
terrible accident and that he wasn't aware of his true fate. Being a
ward for post operative male to female transsexuals it was very unusual
to have a person with a male name. The nurses had put together an
internal sweepstake for which girls name he would choose. Fifty pounds
went to the winner. The nurses were not aware of the transplant as the
doctors didn't want the news to leak, especially as there was supposed
to be a press ban on the boy.
As Sally Archer was walking past the private sideroom that Simon was
occupying she heard a faint groan. She entered the room and saw his open
eyes.
"Hi Simon, I'm Sally Archer," introduced the 28 year old nurse. "I'm the
nursing sister on the ward where you will be staying while you recover."
"I feel thirsty. Can I have something to drink?"
"Of course," she relied. "Just lie there for a moment while I get you a
drink. I'll also get Dr Millard who operated on you last night. He has
asked that I call him when you awaken."
A few minutes later Dr Tom Millard walked into the room with the nurse
and another lady.
"Hello again Simon. I take it you find the bed more comfortable than the
floor of a collapsed building?"
Simon nodded.
"Okay. Sally is going to help you sit up and we will discuss what
happened since Trevor put you to sleep. After that I will need to
examine you. I know that sitting up is going to hurt but it is important
that you do."
Simon winced as he was helped into a slightly sloped sitting position.
Two nice plump pillows kept his back comfortable from the metal
backrest. Once in a sitting position Sally left the room and closed the
door behind her.
"I have several items to discuss with you. It is important for you to
understand what I say so please don't hesitate to ask as we go along."
Simon nodded and before the doctor could start he asked, "Before you
start I have not been introduced to the lady who came in with you."
"Sorry. This is Dr Rachel Ruiz. She is a hospital psychiatrist and is
here to make sure that I don't overwhelm you with information. She is
also here to be somebody that you can talk confidentially to. As long as
what you discuss is legal or does not involve imminent danger to you or
anybody else then she will not tell anybody."
'This must be bad,' thought Simon to himself. 'I've got my own shrink
and the doctor is talking about me being an imminent danger to myself?
Why would I think about suicide? It must be bad.'
The doctor explained how they had removed him from the metal strut and
taken him to Charing Cross hospital and they had operated. "While we
operated we discovered that we couldn't save your penis. You already
knew that your genitals were destroyed. Therefore there was a choice to
be made. To either leave you with no method of sexual pleasure or
perform a sex change and give you the opportunity of future fulfilment."
"What about creating a replacement penis so I could still have sex as a
man?"
"Artificially created penis are not able to give you much pleasure and
compared to what you had would leave you feeling deprived. It would be a
constant reminder to you of what you had lost. Also without the genitals
you would not be able to create sperm to make a baby."
"But I can't create a baby now anyway," said Simon sounding rather
upset.
"What I am about to tell you isn't known to Rachel but we performed a
special sex change on you. This had only been attempted once before and
had failed. We won't know for a few more days if this attempt will work
but we have high hopes. I will explain the details in a moment but let
me just say that you could have a baby."
Simon who had been looking towards Rachel saw a look of shock on her
face. It was obvious that this wasn't something she had been forewarned
of.
"I need to tell you more information first. As you are aware your
mother, Helen, was taken to surgery when she was rescued. However while
we were operating on you she died due her injuries being so severe.
Since she was a donor card holder her organs could be used to help
people with identical or nearly identical tissue type. You were
compatible to her and her reproductive system was transplanted into
you."
Simon was too shocked to cry or even feel the pain. "What about my
father. Has he been rescued yet?"
"I'm sorry but your fathers body was discovered during the night. He was
dead."
Simon couldn't believe what he had heard. Both his parents were dead and
his body had been mutilated. "Can you both leave me alone," he asked his
voice bitter with resentment.
Rachel signalled to Dr Millard to leave. "I'll need to check you over
later to confirm that you are healing nicely," stated the doctor as he
left the room.
"You seem quite upset," opened Rachel. "This must have been a big
shock."
"Upset!" spat Simon, his eyes flashing with passion. "That doesn't begin
to even start describing my feelings. I need to think about how this
affects me and I can't do that unless I am alone. I asked you BOTH to
leave so close the door as you exit."
Simon turned his head away from the psychiatrist adding an extra signal
that he was terminating the discussion. This was all too much to take
in. How could his mother be dead? Weren't they discussing his childhood
less than a day ago?
Sensing that she wasn't going to get Simon to talk about his feelings
Rachel walked round the bed and placed a small plastic box with a button
onto the bedside table.
"This isn't a doorbell", she quipped, "but this will page me if you feel
the need to speak with me. It works twenty-four hours a day, seven days
a week. Just press the button and I will be with you as quick as I can.
I will have a nurse put an inbound telephone into the room so if it is
going to take me more than fifteen minutes to get to you I will be able
to telephone you to let you know."
With that Rachel left the room and headed into a small observation room
next door. Inside Sally was monitoring the situation through the one way
mirror.
"He's not taking it very well, is he?" Sally asked.
"No." responded Rachel. "He appears to be quite intelligent for his age.
I recommend you are very truthful with him as he will eventually spot
any lies and that will not help build the trust which we need to help
him overcome any fears. I'll watch him for a while and go back in and
see him soon. I hope he will open up to me soon."
"We had another medically induced SRS operation about two years ago. He
lost his penis and genitals in a shooting. He committed suicide a few
weeks later. His wife had refused to see him and decided it would not be
good for the children to have a freak as a father. We installed the
observation mirror and CCTV system into this room after that occurred.
There will always be somebody at the desk watching for signs of
suicide."
"Tonight is going to probably be the worst night as he has just lost his
parents and his genitals. Unless he talks about it today I would not be
surprised if he makes an attempt tonight. For that reason I will sleep
on the couch in my office so I can be here as quick as possible."
They watched as Simon stayed in the same propped up position that he was
left in. His stony face failed to indicate to the observers what he was
thinking about or his emotional state. Eventually Simon did move but
only to retrieve his watch from the bedside cabinet. The effort needed
was tremendous as any movement in his body caused excruciating pain. The
watch was left to him when Simon's grandfather had died and he only wore
it for special occasions. It looked undamaged and was still ticking.
Since it needed to be wound daily, one of the nurses must have been in
while he was asleep. This watch was Simon's link to his family. When his
grandfather had died the family were just him and his parents. Now he
was the last surviving member. Simon didn't need the watch to tell the
time as there was a clock on the wall. No, he needed the watch as a
link, a remembrance, to those that he had lost. Simon just sat there
staring at nothing, holding the watch reverently in his hands.
An hour later, Simon had started to calm down. He knew that the doctors
weren't the cause of him being trapped in the building but they were an
easy target to lash out at. He however still held resentment at the fact
the doctors weren't able to save his manhood.
The door opened and Dr Millard entered the room with Sally. "Hello
Simon. Is it okay with you if I check your wounds and see how they are
healing?"
Simon nodded and the doctor said. "I'm going to help Sally manoeuvre you
back into a lying position. Then we will need to bend your legs at your
knees with your legs spread apart. That way we will be able to check you
out."
Simon was manhandled and was soon lying down. The pain from the move was
less this time but it still was painful. The doctor lifted the gown and
removed the bandages which were promptly put into a yellow medical waste
sack. Sally pulled down the inspection light and turned it on so the
doctor would have a clearer view during inspection.
"Ah, thank you Sally." The doctor continued to inspect for another few
minutes carefully inspecting the stitches and the catheter. "Things are
still quite sore so I won't perform a more detailed inspection today.
Hopefully by late tomorrow morning things will be healed enough to
perform a more tactile inspection."
Sally handed Tom some padding and some bandage. The doctor deftly
applied them to the groin and fastened with tape. After he had finished
Sally switched off the inspection light and pushed it towards the
ceiling.
The doctor then lifted up the gown a bit further and started to look at
the abdomen. "Well you seem to be healing well here. You should be able
to start sitting up a bit more now. However no walking till I have
removed your catheter. Do you have any questions before I continue my
rounds?"
Simon thought for a moment contemplating if to ask for confirmation in
what he had concluded in his earlier musings. His eyes narrowed as he
decided that now was as good a time as another.
"Yes doctor I do have one. Since I now have a fully functional female
reproductive organ I presume I will be naturally producing female
hormones. Is that correct?"
"We assume that it is fully functional. This is a first and we will have
to wait to see if it functions correctly. However you are correct you
will now be producing female hormones."
"So with no testis to produce male hormones and a body full of female
hormones I will start to grow breasts?"
"Correct."
"So my options are reduced even further?" Simon spat out his eyes
flashing again as his anger swelled within.
"Sorry I don't understand."
"According to you my testis and penis were destroyed or damaged beyond
repair so you were going to give me a female looking groin. If that was
the case my hormones would have to be self administered and I would
still have had the choice of living as a male or female. However, since
you kindly gave me my mother's womb I now naturally produce enough
female hormones not to have a choice. I will have to live as a girl."
"How you decide to live is up to you," said Dr Millard gently, trying to
placate Simon's anger, "If you feel strongly enough then medical
intervention can occur. I only perform male to female operations but I
can get a colleague of mine to talk to you if that is what you desire.
However we need to make sure that you are fully healed first. I think it
would be best for you to talk with Dr Ruiz tomorrow about your thoughts
and emotions and see where that leads us."
Simon nodded his head in acquiescence and the doctor with Sally trailing
behind left him to his thoughts.
Simon noticed that the time was approaching seven so he painfully
reached across and grabbed the television remote control. He turned it
on expecting to only have four or five of the terrestrial channels but
to his surprise there was also a limited selection of satellite channels
to choose from. He decided against VH1 and selected BBC News 24 hoping
to find more information regarding the crash.
Simon watched expressionless at a report on the current Iraqi crisis;
more soldiers and civilians killed and an instigation of marshal law.
However what followed was more interesting.
"Yesterday's incident at Gatwick airport, where three people were killed
and ten people were injured; three seriously, continues to cause chaos
in the area. Some flights are expected to resume from the south terminal
tomorrow now that the Health and Safety Executive have completed their
onsite investigation. Investigators from the Department of Transport are
expected to give a news conference in about thirty minutes with
preliminary conclusions to the cause of the crash."
"Removal of the destroyed terminal building started about an hour ago
and the bulldozers will be working through the night clear the site. The
airplane was towed to a remote hanger where a full structural inspection
has started. Early indications are that the plane has suffered too much
damage and specialist will be brought in to break up the plane."
Simon tuned out the rest of the news. He had a thirst for knowledge
about the cause of the plane crash.
He tried to sit up a bit straighter but found the pain emanating from
his lower abdomen still quite uncomfortable. Not wanting to be beaten
Simon gritted his teeth and tried again. This time he moved his pillows
that propped him up and was able to succeed. Wondering why his pain was
in the abdomen and not in his groin he lifted his hospital issue gown
and noticed his groin was well bandaged. Emanating from the groin was a
small tube attached to a bag; must be a catheter. As he lifted the gown
higher he saw the stitches from his operation.
Simon lowered the gown as he noticed that they had switched to the
imminent Department of Transport press conference. The picture showed a
room full of journalists with an empty top table. The news presenter
continued to drone on about the incident and the impact it had on
flights out of Gatwick. As she continued five people trooped into the
room and took their positions. The middle person started to speak and
the camera slowly zoomed in towards him. However the presenter didn't
switch the sound feed.
In his frustration Simon shouted at the screen, "Turn on the voice
feed."
Unfortunately Simon's vocal outburst didn't reach the presenter and it
was another twenty seconds before the voice feed was switched.
"The two flight recorders were recovered from the site and
investigations in conjunction with the airplanes manufactures have
shown-"
Then there was silence and the picture froze for a few seconds before
going back to the presenter. "I'm sorry but we seem to have experienced
a problem with the feed from the press conference. We will endeavour to
re-establish the feed but in the meantime we will continue with other
news."
Simon picked up televisions remote control and turned the television
off. Why did the hospital only have one twenty-four hour news channel?
Why didn't they have Sky News or CNN? All the frustration was too much
and he hurled the remote control across the room.
For the first time since the accident his fa?ade of emotional stability
slipped and he felt his eyes sting with salty moisture. His thoughts
went back to the last time he cried when he found himself trapped under
the rubble and his later conversations, still while trapped, with his
mother. His mother's voice wouldn't be there to comfort him anymore. The
moisture in his eyes grew and turned into a steady trickle down his
stubbly face.
***
Sally was just finishing her handover to the night sister, Jasmine, when
she saw Simon throw something across the room. As she watched she saw
him struggle against his emotions and fail.
"Oh hell," she muttered and as she rushed towards Simon's room.
"Jasmine, call Dr Ruiz on speed dial 13912 and get her down here
immediately."
When Sally entered she rushed over and made sure that Simon hadn't done
anything foolish. On seeing that he was physically well she sat next to
him and took his hands in hers. Not saying anything she just let him
know that there was somebody there if he wanted to talk. It also was a
restraint if he wanted to harm himself.
In five minutes Dr Ruiz walked into the room and sat slightly in front
of Simon who was beginning to calm down. The sobbing caused by built up
anguish and repressed emotions settled into a steady but gentle tickle
of tears. Rachel looked around and saw the remote control lying by the
far wall with the two batteries close by.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Rachel.
Simon nodded. "Do you want Sally to stay or would you rather talk
privately?"
As if she was a magician Sally produced a box of tissues and Simon
extracted one. He cleared his face, wiping the streaming mucus which was
threatening to enter his mouth. Sally purposefully placed them within
his reach; he would need them later.
"If she doesn't mind staying then I think it would be nice. She's been a
comfort to me."
Sally who was still holding Simons hands released one and poured him
some water into his plastic cup. Simon gratefully took it and took some
sips.
"What upset you?" opened Rachel.
"I was watching the news. I was trying to find out what they were saying
about me and my parents. Also if there was any update on the cause of
the accident."
"And why did the news report cause you to throw the remote control?"
"There was a live press conference on the planes failure to stop. They
were going to reveal the cause and they lost the feed. I waited half an
hour for the conference and I still don't know the cause."
"That upset you?"
"I cried a bit and that brought back some memories from yesterday."
"Tell me about yesterday."
Simon looked at her in surprise and blinked his eyes as a solitary tear
ran down his cheek. He took a deep breath as he attempted to regain his
composure and get some control of his emotions. After another sip of
water Simon answered in a flat unemotional voice, "A plane failed to
stop, crashed into the terminal building causing it to crash. My parents
died and I was mutilated."
Sally flinched at Simon's description of being mutilated.
"Don't you think that mutilated is rather a strong term?"
"No. My manhood was removed. It was mutilation."
"I thought Dr Millard explained that your penis and genitalia were
beyond repair."
"I bet that Dr Millard couldn't wait to attempt to perform the world's
first sex organ transplant," Simon spat out, his anger starting to rise
again. "It was probably very risky to attempt the transplant."
"Dr Millard had already assessed that your own organs were irreparable
before he got word of your mother's death. Your mother's death didn't
cause him to decide on the SRS route. The risk was negligible. A thirty-
two year old woman whom was going to receive chemotherapy had some
ovarian tissue removed and frozen. After she was given the all clear she
had the tissue transplanted back. It was announced a few months ago at
the European Fertility Conference in Berlin that she is now pregnant."
"So I'm not the first?" said Simon starting to calm down again as he
began to doubt his previous assessment of Dr Millard.
"You are the first to receive a complete reproductive organ transplant.
The lady who is being treated in Brussels only had part of her ovary
frozen. Also she was getting her own tissue. What was implanted into you
originated from your mother."
"But I know Mum and Dad were trying for a baby. What if Mum was
pregnant?"
"That isn't possible," said Rachel. "When they transplant an organ they
clean it to remove any old blood. The doctors don't want any possibility
of infection. There is no chance that you're pregnant."
Rachel saw that Simon was still in shock and bewildered with the sudden
change in his life. Acceptance and being able to move on was still a
long way off but at the moment he didn't appear to be suicidal.
Rachel glanced at her watch and saw it was nearly nine. She walked over
to the remote and placed the batteries back in. With a quick flick she
turned on the news channel. They were showing the weather for tomorrow.
"They will have the headlines at nine and they will probably show the
summary of the press conference."
"Thank you." Simon might have been a superb sportsman and relatively
man's man but his parents had instilled a good set of skills. Politeness
was just one of them.
A few minutes later. "The headlines at nine. Preliminary findings show
that mobile phone interference caused a corruption of the onboard
computer communication system leading to a systemic failure of the
onboard computer. Without the computer, which controls all aspects of
the fly-by-wire system the pilot lost the ability to break. Other
onboard systems were seriously impacted and emergency steering systems
were one of the only controls that worked."
Sally had been watching the news with Simon. Rachel however had moved to
one side and was quietly observing Simon's reaction. As soon as he heard
the results Rachel saw Simon let go of his grip on Sally's hands. His
brow, which had been tense, relaxed. "I think we should call it a
night," said Rachel turning off the television.
Simon nodded as Sally lowered the back rest so he could lie-down. As
Simon settled for the night Sally and Rachel left the room leaving him
under the careful watch of Jasmine.
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