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I was 5 months pregnant during April 2001 with my second son.
My 23-year-old husband and I had jobs with OK money. He was
expecting a good raise and I was going to stop working and go
back to school. On April 14, 2001, he came home from work early.
They had found him under a truck and called an ambulance. My
husband told me he was over worked with hardly any sleep and
he had not eaten well all week, and just passed out. They told
him to go home and rest.
The next morning, Easter morning, we got up talked, joked about how his seizures
had come back. He had not had one since he was 8. I went to
the kitchen to get us all some chocolate milk. On my way back
with the glasses I met my son, standing in the hallway, starring
into my bedroom. I told him to take his milk, but he just stood
there, scared. I went into the room to see what he was looking
at. There on the bed was my husband having a seizure. I thought
he was kidding around. I yelled at him to stop but he did not.
I called 911 and my life has never been the same. By the end
of the week he didn't know who I was sometimes, or that we were
having another baby. He slept all day and he would not eat.
The doctors had no idea what was wrong. They did MRI after MRI.
Found Right temporal lobe sclerosis. They told us if he got
worse they would take that part out. Then it moved. Finally
they said it was Limbic Encephalitis. He was put on prednisone
and came back to life.
My husband now has no short-term memory, constant headaches, dizzy spells, chronic fatigue, high blood pressure, and constant nausea.
We lost everything. We left our apartment because I could not pay the rent on
my own. I stopped working so that Medicaid would pay his medical
bills. The stress almost caused me to lose the baby.
If any one has any ideas, please feel free to email me.
Kristina Gutierrez
Texas, U.S.A.

Posted: July 22, 2002
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