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My son Kane became ill on January 1st 1999. At the time he was nine years
old. I called him home at lunchtime, as he had been around his friend's
house playing. He didn't eat his lunch saying that he felt a bit sick and
that he had a headache. He had a raised temperature of 102. I gave him some
paracetamol and he lay down on the sofa. By 7.00pm Kane began to vomit profusely
and said he had a really bad headache. All through the night he quietly
moaned and groaned about his headache and vomited frequently. The more I
offered fluid the more he began to vomit, so I could do nothing to help
him with his pain all I could do was to keep sponging him down with tepid
water in an attempt to keep his temperature down.
In the morning he was no better and was complaining the room was too bright
and hurting his eyes, so we drew the curtains. Kane said that his neck was
stiff but his headache was the worst. I called the Doctor at this point
as I was extremely anxious that he might have developed Meningitis. The
doctor came, gave him a brief examination and diagnosed gastro-enteritis.
I wasn't convinced and queried him about the other symptoms of his severe
headache, stiff neck and aversion to light. The doctor just said "your son
has a virus" and there is nothing he could do except to advise the care
that I had been doing for my son already, even though I explained that my
son had not been able to sustain any fluids or analgesia for 72hrs.
I looked after my son again for a very worried second night he still vomited
frequ ently only this time he hardly bothered to open his eyes. He would
just groan on and on about how much the headache bothered him. The next
morning 3rd January 1999 he remained asleep till I awoke him at 10.00 am
his eyes were rolling around and when he tried to speak it didn't make sense.
He would say things like "go in the kitchen and make sure the magnet still
works" and" I don't want to go in the race because my horse doesn't want
to go in the race." So I again called the Doctor and explained all his symptoms
in great detail, but to my amazement he didn't feel the need to come and
visit my son. He just told me to keep forcing the fluids inspite of the
vomiting and to try and give him nurophen as well as paracetamol.
By the next day 4th January 1999 my son was very drowsy, hardly able to
respond to any questions, if he did open his eyes they were rolling around,
but I had noticed his left eye had remained fairly stable but turned in
towards his nose. Having lost faith with our Doctors, my husband and I decided
to take Kane to our local hospital's emergency department. He was admitted
immediately and put on an IVI drip as he was extremely dehydrated
and was observed over night.
The next morning he was visited by the paediatric consultant while I had
popped home to fetch some belongings. My mother had stayed with him in the
mean time. When I came back she told me that the doctors had come around
and seen him but she was concerned because all the time they had examined
him they had not been able to wake him. They told her that a surgeon would
call round soon to examine him and sure enough he called round and did a
thorough examination of Kane's tummy and said everything was as it should
be and that he wouldn't be taking out his appendix.
I noticed that Kane had not flinched in all the time he had been examined.
When the surgeon left I tried to wake him by gently shaking him.... nothing,
so I tried a few more times and lifted his eyelids but he was well and truly
'out for the count'. When a young nurse came in to ask if we would like
a cup of tea, I told her that I was concerned at how long Kane had been
asleep and that he had this awful squint. She said that she had never seen
Kane with his eyes open in all the time she had been on duty and asked did
Kane wear glasses for this squint normally. I told her Kane had never had
a squint before in his life and did not need to wear glasses.
It was at this point she left the room to inform the doctors who then descended
upon the room in mass. I can only describe what they did as the most horrific
experience of my life as I stood there watching. They pulled back the sheets
and started to pull his unconscious body this way and that then hitting
him all over with their reflex hammers to which it was quite obvious he
had absolutely NO reflexes. He had lost so much weight that he looked like
he had come out of a concentration camp. They sent the head consultant to
see us a short while after their examination and after yet another blood
test. He gently explained that they believed that my son was indeed suffering
from a virus that had caused some pressure inside his head. I asked what
the medical term was for this pressure and he told me it was known as Encephalitis
He went on to say that they would need to do a MRI brain scan to confirm
the diagnosis and to rule out a brain tumor or cancer. The scan confirmed
that Kane had Temporal Menigo-Encephalitis.
Over the next few days Kane came out of his deep irresistible sleep, managing
to stay awake for up to 20 minutes at a time then having to sleep for a
few hours totally exhausted. After a week we were able to bring him home.
He was a very different little boy hardly able to put more than two or three
words together and never speaking unless it was to answer a question. He
looked an awful lot like our son but he didn't act like him one bit. He
was so quite and tired. Over the next three weeks his vocabulary slowly
came back and I drew pictures of animals on cards and ask him what they
were. Then I'd line them up and remove one so he would have to remember
which one was missing.
After six weeks we re-introduced him to school on a mornings only basis
as he would still get so tired and need to sleep. However even though I
was worried about school being too much for him so soon, it seemed that
his personality came streaming back with in a few days of his return the
difference was unbelievable. His teachers have commented that his concentration
has taken a nose dive and we are arranging some extra help with regard to
his schooling.
But now just over four months on I can say that we are very lucky people
Kane is almost as good as new there is a marked difference in him in that
he seems to be far more easily irritated than before and he is more emotional,
but just as loveable!
I do worry about the future for him and what this illness has done to his
brain. But we still have him with us today, and for that we have truly been
blessed.
I would be happy for anyone to contact me who has been touched by encephalitis.
Amanda
Buckinghamshire, England

Updated July 4, 2000
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