|That's me, walking C in our kitchen|
seven days after we stopped
On the second horrific day and after five hours of that hell, I reported it to her new neurologist, I also just stopped administering it even before her response.
She emailed us back, agreeing that in rare cases phenytoin can exacerbate instead of improving the situation.
I pointed out to her that on the day of five hours worth of convulsing, C. also had a bloody nose and her menstrual period. Now, she never gets the former and hasn't had the latter in about a decade.
The neurologist attributed the bloody nose to our dry weather. I doubt that. Dry weather is common in these parts but, as I noted, nary a bloody nose. The menstruation stumped her.
Well, the nose dried up quickly. The period, though light, is still ongoing. All very strange.
So we're back to square one with medications.
The neurologist hasn't suggested any others to experiment with. I hope she won't jump to the second option she mentioned after medications: the Ketogenic Diet. I haven't got the stamina for that anymore.
I was some twenty years younger the last time we attempted it. We persevered then for ten months and only ditched it when C. began vomiting several times a day from the high fat content.
The neurologist was pretty eager for us to try it when we visited her two months ago. But she seemed even more eager about Vagal Nerve Stimulator surgery.
The idea of surgery leaves me positively cold particularly since a surgeon warned us a couple of years ago that it would be "complicated" in C.'s case. She has had an old, non-functional VNS stuck in her neck since 1999. It is undoubtedly coated with all sorts of tissue by now.
So C. is back to seizing quite a lot and functioning poorly. It is a bleak situation and her new diagnosis of Epileptic Encephalopathy Early Onset 11 due to an SCN2A de novo mutation only bleakens it more.
The academic articles about her syndrome which we receive thanks to Google Alert make it clear that there is currently no salvation our there for Haya.