During 2017 Jasmine started changing her eating habits, slowly consuming progressively smaller meals. Throughout her life she had always preferred pasta and cheese for breakfast, followed by ice cream later in the day, to most other foods. During the latter half of the year we started noticing a worrying development, with her obsessively demanding an early morning ice-cream Coke float from McDonalds. We didn’t know what else to do other than comply with the Coke float demand as this was rapidly becoming the only thing she would consume in a day. By Christmas she was surviving on a high sugar, low volume liquid diet and experiencing discomfort after eating or drinking. During this time, she also wanted to swim in the pool and sit in the spa for hours and we suspected that this was due to some type of chronic stomach pain or a sensory issue as the water seemed to soothe her even more than it did before. We explained it away as ‘teenage behaviour issues’, over-sensitivity associated with Angelman Syndrome etc.
During this time, she had also begun getting staph infections on her skin in any cut/graze which was only able to be cured with antibiotics. She was in a vicious cycle of being run down, not sleeping or eating, getting infections which were all causing more sleep issues, eating issues etc.
Jaz returned from holiday early January with sunburnt lips and this was a harbinger of a very difficult journey for her as she developed a staph and viral infection in her mouth and throat resulting in a harsh course of antibiotics and anti-viral meds. She also started vomiting and we attributed this to the medications. We changed antibiotics, switched to homeopathic anti-virals, added anti-nausea pills, but still she continued vomiting up everything she tried to drink or eat.
The journey begins.
After a week of continuous vomiting and multiple doctor’s visits, we took Jaz to Waitakere Hospital. After spending the day there, she managed to drink a few sips of apple juice and so she was discharged with more anti-nausea medication. The vomiting continued though and got progressively worse over the next week.
It’s ironic how a crisis always seems to happen late at night on a long weekend. A week later, on Sunday night, the phone rings at 1am. “Dad, we have trouble! Jaz just vomited everywhere again and there was a lot of blood in her vomit!” A brief consultation follows, and we all agree to call an ambulance. We take her to the Pediatric Unit at Waitakere Hospital and after the inevitable wait, Sam uncomfortably sleeping on a Recliner chair, me irritatingly pacing the floor, we manage to convince the powers that be that Jaz has some sort of blockage and that some serious investigation is required. They finally agree. Grant arrives as reinforcement and Carol goes on home duty for Ben and Dan.
Humour in hospital?
We tried to prepare the doctors on what to expect from Jaz when giving her pills or medication, explaining that, because of her fear of things medical, her inability to explain her fears etc, she would need a full anaesthetic for any sort of procedure. Any X-Ray would be an ordeal and as for any nasal tube insertion..well, who knows how they would achieve that?? We knew from experience that the last time that Jasmine had her teeth checked, at 9 yrs old, her body resisted the liquid anaesthetic that was strong enough to fell a young horse, and although sedated, it required many nurses, doctors and family members to wrestle her into the theater and onto the bed. We explained this and the fact that she was now, at 15 years old, the size of a small giraffe with the memory of an elephant and also had the benefit of hindsight in planning her resistance strategy to fend off and, yes, maybe incapacitate any anaesthetists/nurses, doctors or helpers who attempted to approach her with anything resembling a syringe or gas mask. We decided to tackle an X-Ray first as this seemed to be a good place to start.
Many hours, and many practise sessions later, Jaz managed a standing X-Ray! Step one achieved. From the X-ray it looked as though she was constipated and that this could be the cause of the vomiting, so it was decided she needed laxatives and a nasal gastric tube! At this early stage in the story, approaching her with a stethoscope or thermometer was bad enough, so she had to be coaxed, bribed and convinced to swallow a sedative to at least allay some of her anxiety.
The Paediatric Team was alerted and was in position in theater. The plan “A” oral sedative strategy was immediately abandoned when Jaz vomited it up. Plan “B” swung into action. This was done quietly and calmly, walking with Jaz down to the operating theater, hand in hand joking and laughing to allay her fears and hide ours. The strategy seemed to be working well until we turned the corner and faced the glassed resuscitation room with chrome medical equipment beeping and flashing and glinting like Richard Kiel’s teeth in a James Bond movie. Under the intense bright lights were arrayed the medical team. Dressed in their impressive green and blue gowns and overalls of modern theater (operating that is), a forest of purple gloved hands were raised in greeting and, almost as one, a chorus of “Hi Jaz” emanated from behind 12 surgical masks!
Jaz bolted in fright but was chased down and dragged back. Hugged tightly by mom and dad, someone jabbed her in the thigh with a sedative, then she was traumatically picked up onto the bed and held down and the gas-mask placed over nose and mouth. It was a battle with casualties! A doctor was kicked in the chest, Grant, on feet duty had a ‘below- the- belt’ heel strike, a nurse got bitten on the hand, I grabbed Sam’s arm by mistake and she, for some reason, arm wrestled the anaesthetist’s free arm to the bed. Chaos reigned until, finally, Jaz succumbed. Talk about wrestling a fully-grown horse!
Eventually laxatives were administered, and a nasal-gastric tube and a drip were inserted. Jaz and Sam (in a recliner armchair!) then settled down in the ward to get some sleep. That night Jaz again vomited severely and dislodged the nasal-gastric tube. So much for that!
After a week on a drip and having snacked on small bits of food through the week, Jaz was discharged from Waitakere hospital – only to vomit again that same night!
By the following Thursday the vomiting had increased to the extent that Jaz could, again, not hold down any fluids. She had now lost 12 kg in weight! We returned to Waitakere Hospital where we requested that they do a CT scan under a general anaesthetic – or at least refer us for one if they couldn’t do it. This they refused to do with no valid explanation to us. We requested that they refer us to Starship Children’s Hospital which they again refused, so we marched out of there on Thursday evening and at 6am Friday morning we arrived at Starship Emergency Department with no referral.
Angels of Mercy?
A non-referral to a big hospital is normally a serious drawback. The reception one gets is similar to that which a queue-jumper receives – you become ‘persona non grata’ so we had a battle on our hands to be admitted. For 4 hours we must have explained our position and Jasmine’s condition at least 10 times, over and over and over. We were all very tired and about to capitulate when, suddenly the door opened and a young nurse entered and blurted out, “I have to tell you this – I am 25 yrs old and for almost 10 years I had chronic stomach pain and I was passed from one doctor to the other and they found nothing until I found the right doctor who could help. My advice is this – do not give up until Jaz is admitted and do not give up until you have a diagnosis!!” Amazingly Jaz held out her arms and they hugged, and then she was gone. She came back in to check up on Jaz once more and we never saw her again! As I looked away from her, I glanced down at a magazine someone had left on the table and some words caught my eye. They read “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding, in all ways acknowledge him, and He will make straight your paths”. I pointed it out to Sam and as we stared at each other in contemplation, the door opened, and a young surgeon came in. With renewed determination and fortitude, we told him that under no circumstance were we going to leave the hospital. He looked taken aback, left and quickly returned with Jasmine’s previous x-rays and an associate whom, he said, had written a paper on SMA Syndrome and felt that it was worth investigating further. We were in!
By this time Sam, who had to stay with Jaz in hospital, was already two weeks absent from her new Job and Carol and I moved into her home to look after Dan and Ben.
We had no clue what SMA Syndrome was!
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