Meet Paul Alexander, The Man Who’s Lived In An Iron Lung For 70 Years
Stricken with paralytic polio at the age of six in 1952, Paul Alexander is now one of the last people on Earth still living in an iron lungs
The life of Paul Alexander could easily be viewed as one of tragedy: A man who cannot breathe on his own, paralyzed from the neck down for seven decades due to polio. However, Paul Alexander never let his polio or his iron lung stand in the way of him living his life.
The iron lung is a pod-like, full-body mechanical respirator. It breathes for you since you cannot take in oxygen normally. If you’ve contracted paralytic polio, you’ll die without the support of the iron lung and you virtually cannot leave it.
In fact, all the doctors believed Paul Alexander would die back in 1952, when he contracted polio at age six. He has vivid memories of being in the hospital’s polio ward, and hearing the doctors talk about him. “He’s going to die today,” they said. “He shouldn’t be alive.”
But that only made him want to live all the more. So from the confines of his iron lung, Paul Alexander did what very few people are able to do. He taught himself to breathe a different way. Then, he not only survived, but thrived inside his steel ventilator for the next 70 years.
Paul Alexander Contracts Polio And Starts His New Life In An Iron Lung
Paul Alexander was hospitalized on a sweltering July day in Texas in 1952, The Guardian reported. Pools were closed, as were movie theaters and almost everywhere else. The polio pandemic raged as people sheltered in place, terrified of the new sickness with no cure.
Alexander suddenly felt ill and went inside the house. His mother knew; he already looked like death. She called the hospital, and staff told her there was no room. It was best to just try and recover at home, and some people did.
However, after five days, Alexander lost all motor function. His ability to breathe was slowly leaving him too.
His mother rushed him to the emergency room. Doctors said nothing could be done. They put him on a gurney and left him in a hallway. But one doctor rushing by saw him and — thinking the boy may still have a chance — whisked Paul Alexander into surgery for a tracheotomy.
He woke up in an iron lung, surrounded by a sea of other children encased in the giant ventilators. He couldn’t speak because of his surgery. As the months went by, he tried communicating with other kids via facial expressions but “Every time I’d make a friend, they’d die,” Alexander recalled.
But he didn’t die. Alexander just kept practicing a new breathing technique. Doctors sent him home with his iron lung, still believing he’d die there. Instead, the boy gained weight. Muscle memory meant breathing was easier, and after a while, he could spend an hour outside the iron lung — then two.
Urged on by his physical therapist, Alexander practiced trapping air in his throat cavity and training his muscles to force the air down past his vocal cords and into the lungs. It’s sometimes called “frog breathing”, and if he could manage to do it for three minutes, his therapist promised she’d buy him a puppy.
It took him a year to work up to three minutes, but he didn’t stop there. Alexander wanted to play with his new puppy — who he named Ginger — outside in the sunshine.
The Man In The Iron Lung Pursues His Education
Alexander made friends once he was out of the hospital and able to leave the iron lung for periods, and on some afternoons they pushed him around the neighborhood in his wheelchair.
However, during the day those friends were all busy doing the one thing that he desperately wanted to do: go to school.
His mother had already taught him the basics of reading, but the schools hadn’t let him take classes from home. Finally, they relented, and Paul caught up quickly, regaining the time he lost while in the hospital. His father engineered a pen attached to a stick that Alexander could hold in his mouth to write.
Time went by, months into years — and Paul Alexander graduated high school with almost straight A’s. By now he could spend handfuls of hours in his wheelchair instead of the iron lung. The friends that pushed him around the neighborhood now took him to restaurants, bars, and movies.
He applied to Southern Methodist University, but they rejected him solely because of his disability. But as with everything that proved difficult, Alexander did not give up. He finally convinced them to let him attend — which they did only under two
conditions. Alexander would have to get the newly developed polio vaccine and a helper to get to class.
Alexander still lived at home, but that would soon change. He ended up transferring to the University of Texas at Austin, moving into a dorm and hiring a caretaker to assist him with physical tasks and hygiene.
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