Sometimes, Less is More: Less Brain Tissue with Focal Cortical Dysplasia Is More Freedom From Seizures.

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We have been blessed with witnessing a profound new beginning for Savanna after her first resection at 13 months of age. Today, God willing, we are expecting a new child to emerge from the operating room again as she undergoes … Continue reading

The Neurosurgeon Asks: “How bad is it?”

On January 31st, Savanna had a clinic visit related to her 23 hour VEEG performed on January 16/17.  I couldn’t understand at that time why the language seemed so vague about her EEG results.  When I finally got my hands on the EEG report, it became clear.  It wasn’t processed until February 14th.  So, they had to scan the EEG themselves in the office to provide any news on the findings (thus the extra 3 hours of waiting).  Very disappointing, especially, when I learned she didn’t just have one seizure lasting only 30 seconds.  She actually had 4 seizures, none shorter than one minute and one just shy of three minutes.  I was really taken aback at the time and really felt somewhat mislead as to Savanna’s real condition.  But, somewhere deep inside me, I knew the truth.  This time, this day, was coming and it has arrived.

hmmm...  we don't know either....

hmmm… we don’t know either….

I had sent a follow-up email with more questions about Savanna’s care.  I knew all the answers.  Dr. V knew that I knew all the answers, because have been through this in the past.  But, I needed some moral support and reassurance that we were doing the right things with her care.  Dr V was simply too busy to answer such questions and brushed aside the email despite multiple requests for answers.  Instead, we were pushed to perform another MEG study and MRI.  Then we learned her case would be presented in the surgical conference a short week later.  It became clear Dr V was guiding us in the right direction.  During all of this activity, Savanna has been having a really difficult time.  We undoubtedly observed seizure activity.  Some related to teething pain, pain with constipation, and the typical unprovoked seizures during the sleep/wake cycle.  Intervention was necessary on several occasions, though no EC visit was required.

We had reached the target dose on the Trileptal (36mg/kg/day), her new AED.  We titrated the Sabril down and when we were nearly at end of that period (only 20mg/kg/day), she became out of control.  We honestly thought the IS had come back.  Her demeanor according to Rebecca was identical to the time when the IS was in full force prior to the ACTH therapy.  Intervention was necessary, and calls to Dr V were at times frantic.  Panic set aside, we knew what to do, and did what was needed to keep Savanna safe.  Maybe more sedated than she needed to be, but safe from seizures while the time passed.  We have since increased the Sabril back to around 60mg/kg/day and added scheduled Onfi at 15mg/day.  This cocktail seems to be keeping her from pulling her hair out, and us too.

come on dad, no more pictures....

come on dad, no more pictures….

During the surgical conference I get a call from Dr T’s office that they want to see her next week.  “Wow, this is moving fast” I thought to myself.  To get a call during the conference is not the norm.  The final days before we were to have the clinic visit with Dr T were filled with lots of seizures for Savanna, and inconsolable agitation.  Our APRN met us at the clinic visit which also was not normal, so we knew this was serious.  That morning, we got the MEG report which Rebecca and I reviewed on the drive to TMC.  There was a lot of epileptogenic activity, more than we realized.  That particular report didn’t show seizures, but rather, a lot of focal spikes.

We talked with the APRN for quite a while before Dr T came into the exam room.  Then Dr T burst in, greeted us, then just sat down and said “How bad is it?”  Rebecca and I didn’t know how to answer.  We fumbled through a few jumbled sentences, before he stopped us and proceeded to ask us other questions to try to figure out the answer for himself.  The rest of the conversation was about philosophy of the deciding on the surgical option and the procedure itself.  In the end, he explained the procedure plan which is a multiple lobectomy.  The intent was to remove the entire temporal and occipital lobes and the parietal lobe posterior of the motor strip.  It is a much larger resection than she underwent last year.

He proceeded to explain the procedure and what deficits she will have.  Then the conversation turned to more philosophy involved regarding making the decision to operate or not.  There was some pause on my end, but not from Rebecca.  She wanted to move forward and now.  Dr T felt if the Sabril was restarted and Savanna was doing better he would prefer her to be larger in size as she would have less stress during the procedure.  He also felt that there was a high probability that Savanna would have this procedure in the near future, even if we decided to wait now.  We left the visit with a surgery date of April 1, 2013.  Dr T felt we needed to think about the procedure some more and let him know if we still wanted to proceed.  I thought a lot about what he said and the conversation Rebecca and I had that day.  Then I turned to a story I came across from a member of an IS support group on facebook.  The mother’s son, in a slightly different situation to start with, underwent nearly the same procedures.  I read her blog on his story start to finish.  I cried.  The similarities were chilling.  Their son is about 6 months ahead of Savanna in terms of surgical timeline and twice her age.   Then I sat down and wrote an email to our doctors confirming our desire to move forward with the surgery.  I think it really summarizes our feelings, although Rebecca expounds below about what emotions go into a decision like this. While answering the question, Here is what I sent the doctors  (less the grammatical errors I found when transposing the text here):

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How bad is it?  The first question you asked was the one we least expected, thus the fumbling responses.  Yes, she was crying and fussy for the 15 minutes you saw her.  Until you have lived with a child like Savanna, explanations to your answer are difficult.  Many of us chosen parents attempt to portray this fact/emotion blend through blogs and so forth.  But, until you have lived it as a parent, you cannot understand.   Separating the facts from the emotions is the key to your answer.  You are in a unique position as a highly trained professional dealing with kids like this frequently, and a parent yourself of I presume typical children (my apologies if I am mistaken).  I have given up my career (for the time being) to take care of Savanna.  Rebecca has assumed a role out of necessity that supports our basic requirements financially and from an insurance standpoint.  This role is slowly corroding our life as the job sucks – simply put.  (Yes, we can and will change that, but when you are in the middle of a battle, sometimes strategic decisions have to be made to win the war and that was one of them.)  We moved our family closer to your place of business and our family for her sake.  It has nearly broken us financially, and for sure wrecked our future financial planning.  She is developing, but at a snail’s pace.  And, now complex partial seizures are back and clustering.  Do we have diagnostic proof of the existence of the complex partial seizures, no.  We are willing to run more tests if you need to see more data.  I am using ativan to intervene occasionally and now onfi is scheduled TID.  It was just a personal choice to use ativan versus rectal valium.  You are not hearing about idiotic ER visits now, for several reasons.  Dr Von Allmen is not in France and unreachable.  Now, we are armed with experience, knowledge and access to medications to help her quickly.  It is not because she is not seizing.  Yes, I agree and admit the seizure frequency is lower than prior to the first resection.  But, how bad is it you ask, it is bad.

Yes…we can probably optimize medications to help her with the complex seizure control, but it will be at the expense of becoming non-participatory in life.  We already see that happening now.  We also feel confident this will over time degrade her state of health and make the procedure more difficult for all parties.  And, she is still having lots of electrographic events.  We are ready to act now.  We say that without the benefit of years of experience you have seeing patients like Savanna and knowing that we are making a dramatic decision that cannot be undone later.  We are making the most informed decision we can based on the collected data, opinions expressed by you and Dr. Von Allmen, the stories of other children in similar situations, and our faith in your God given understanding of the science. 

Savanna needs your help sooner rather than later if you feel she can safely withstand the procedure.  You can help her.  We trust you and Dr. Von Allmen, and your team members, to the extent that we are prepared to hand her life over to you for a short while why you all do what you do best knowing the outcome has lifelong effects, some good and some bad, and some risk of unintended permanent effects.  We trust your judgment on the intended procedure plan.  

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there are no words....

there are no words….

Many of you may wonder (as do we), what will she lose when these sections of her brain are removed?  She will lose her speech, attention to her right side, and short term memory.  Those functions will move to the healthy side of the brain and she will learn to compensate accordingly.  She may have some weakness on her right side, particularly in her right leg.  If it does not go as planned, she may have paralysis on her right side.  This can be overcome with therapy, as it will plasticize to the right hemisphere.  She will lose her vision in the right half of both eyes, resulting in her loss of her natural peripheral vision on her right side.  This will not change, as it is a function that cannot move to the right hemisphere.  She will learn to compensate by scanning her right side every so many seconds.

(Commentary from Rebecca)  We are living now for this opportunity that has given many other parents hope for seizure freedom, and hope for a near-normal life for our daughter.  If successful, Savanna has a 40% chance of becoming seizure free after surgery without long-term medication.  Seizure freedom is what is required to give her the best chance to develop “normally”.  The odds may not sound good, but when we started our journey with infantile spasms (IS), her odds of even having IS, were less than 1 in 10,000.  Her odds of averting severe mental, physical, and emotional handicaps were only in the 5 to 10% range, so to us, 40% sounds very good.  It is “cause for celebration” as our first epileptologist put it.   As a conservative gambler, an engineer, and a statistician, I never thought I’d be one to go “all in” on 40% odds, but today those odds mean everything.

The risks involved in a second surgery are higher than with the first.  Savanna still is barely above the minimum 10 kilograms at which our surgeon will agree to operate.  Our surgical team will also need to navigate the prior resected tissue in her brain which presents it own set of challenges versus virgin tissue.  She could experience too much blood loss.  She could have a stroke during the operation.  The surgical team could have to abandon the surgery prematurely, requiring us to have to wait many more months before a third attempt can be made.  We could lose her.  Most of these risks are very very small according to the surgeon.  It is beyond terrifying to agree to these risks for your child, when they themselves have little say in the matter.  We remain focused on the 40%.

We are trying to balance the risk of moving forward with surgery now, to the risk of waiting too long, and having her lose milestones or go back to the weeks and months of constant seizures and near-coma sedation.  Some days, we watch her, and see how far she’s come since her 1st surgery.  Her hair has grown back, and you don’t notice her scar.  Maybe a few seizures aren’t so bad…She smiles at us.  She loves her brothers.  She’s getting so close to starting to crawl.  She gets excited when we walk in the door…then like so many other times, she’s just not there…  She’s staring off.  Her eyes are rolling, drifting cross-eyed, or pegging in an unnatural direction just for a few moments longer than what can be considered normal.  She goes limp.  Her breathing becomes labored.  Is it a seizure?  Is it just the way her brain and eyes function?  Ok, we think, we just noticed this…how long has it been going on?  Our minds start the mental count 1,2,3,…24,25,26… ok, this is really a seizure…Is it the first one she’s had today, or just the first one we’ve noticed?  We don’t really know.  In the middle of all this, there is life with the other kiddos…

Brandon in the sandbox

Brandon in the sandbox

Saturday morning with powdered donuts!  mmmm!

Saturday morning with powdered donuts! mmmm!

We have to give her this chance.  We pray that we are not selfishly doing it for ourselves, to have a chance to have our normal, healthy baby girl back, a child without lifelong harsh sentence of unknown special needs.  Is it really possible?  How terribly arrogant that sounds as I put my thoughts on paper.  We will love her no matter what, fiercely, and always, but we will do anything and everything within our power to take this burden away from her…away from us…to give her a chance…even a glorious 40% chance…  We pray it is the right decision…(back to Ken)

How bad is it?  Well, it can be worse.  As we have learned, it can always get worse, but we are so fortunate to have this option to hope for.

The Blowout Diaper – and somehow, despite the odds, we managed not to get poop all over us…

So she is doing well prior to March 12th, and not well now.  But, just getting around to this post and in the middle of authoring the next which will go out March 17.

Savanna has presented a number of challenges lately, but few are as familiar to most parents as the ‘blowout diaper’.  Constipation is part of Savanna’s normal panel of challenges which is attributed to several factors. Compounding the problem, she has Hypotonia and hasn’t been very active for more than a year.  Sometimes, she would not have a bowl movement for up to 6 days during the worst periods.  So when it happened, ‘Ho-moly!!!’ as our newly crowned 3 year old Brandon would say.  (He has learned the phrase is really Holy Moly!  but it was funny while it lasted.)  When the momentous moment arrived, usually everyone involved with the event needed new clothes, baths or showers.  Without actually dealing with it first hand, it is difficult to explain.  My experience is that newborns usually do this a few times before they become regular (at least ours did anyway).  But, when she is more than 12 months old, the amount of excrement is significantly greater.  There is a visual for you.  Just so you don’t miss the moment, she would do it about 3 times in a row within 2 hours.  More than a few times, plans changed – even doctor visits were rescheduled due to the collateral damage done by her explosive poops.

He scoots things like the activity table to the counter to reach his goals...

Austin scoots things like the activity table to the counter to reach his goals…

At our new friend's House, Zane, who also has IS

Austin in the doghouse, at our new friend’s House, Zane, who also has IS

Bathtime!

Bathtime!

At the playground in the swing...

At the playground in the swing…

Tristan 5th birthday, these were his gifts.

Tristan 5th birthday, these were his gifts.

at the playground

at the playground

Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's just daddy trying to take a cool picture...

Look! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s just daddy trying to take a cool picture…

Tribute to our doctor, Dr Von Allmen

Tribute to our doctor, Dr. Von Allmen

After the second ‘event’, it was as if a God had spoken and said: “Okay, Okay I have had my laugh.  You can have a break now, carry on then.”   Happiness returned to Savanna and life was good!  And then, we start the process over.  About three days later, the constipation would return.   We double and then quadruple the miralax trying to help her, but it just takes time.  Usually her threshold was about four days and then she was no longer happy no matter what we did, and I don’t blame her.  We tracked it on paper, changing the miralax dose as needed.  We would double dose, then double it again, it just seemed like nothing helped.  The GI doctor felt a stimulant such as a laxative wasn’t prudent, so we were just stuck dealing with this unpleasant cycle.  Looking back, we should have tried the OTC stimulants for adults at a properly reduced dose for her weight.  It may have helped.  The GI doctors see even fewer patients such as Savanna than the epileptologist.  Hindsight is always 20/20 right….?

Part of being a parent of special needs child like Savanna is that you learn that when the brain is not healthy, many autonomous functions of the human body experience some dysfunction.  She is not special from that perspective.  So we roll with the punches, and continue to search for therapies can help her the most.

After her first lobectomy, everything was much improved.  We stopped tracking when she had movements as it seemed she had movements almost every day.   She still had the occasional ‘blowout diaper’, but it was becoming very infrequent.  I didn’t carry extra clothes and car seat covers everywhere we went.  Then her eating really picked up as the solid foods were introduced.  We noticed she seemed to be having pain when she urinated.  All signs pointed to a UTI on numerous occasions.  The most recent one thought had no indication of any pathogen in her urine after a culture as well as a clean stick-dip check.  A couple of abdomen x-rays, and renal ultrasound, and VCUG test later, pointed to constipation.  Apparently, she wasn’t completely emptying her colon when having a normal bowel movement, leaving stool in the colon which can cause pain during urination.  For all of you ladies out there who have had UTI’s, I feel for you.  Our daughter screamed bloody murder when she urinated and it became a scream with other vocalizations that were very, very specific.  We knew right away when she urinated versus falling over on the living room floor (probably from a seizure).

So we find ourselves increasing the miralax dose to help her complete the bowel movement by softening the stool.  And, I now find myself taking extra clothes where ever we go, leaving earlier than normal, and taking the extra car seat cover too.  Ho-Moly!… as Brandon once said.  We are back to the blowout diapers!  She only needs size 4’s but I think today I am going to buy size 6’s and use them when she is due for a movement.

Meeting new friends…

So here we are, living about 2 miles from a family with a child with IS, and did not know it.  We did not connect until after Savanna’s first surgery.  We decided to get together and they invited us to their house for dinner.  It had been almost 30 hours since Savanna’s last movement.  We had given her 30+ grams of miralax.  I knew when it happened it would be significant in nature.  All day we watched for her movement, and nothing.  Time to go to our new friend’s house, and halfway there, there is the smell.  Not just any smell, it is thick, warm, and cannot be mistaken for a simple event – (like a fart – there I said it!)  We arrive, and the first thing our new friends behold, is Rebecca lifting Savanna out of the car seat and liquid poop oozing out of our of her outfit and dripping off onto their floor.  What a great entrance.  We went to work already knowing it ends messy.  Yet somehow despite the odds, we managed not to get poop all over us.  The night went well otherwise, and we now have some new friends for life.

-ken lininger

A Day to Give Thanks, to God.

An update on Savanna’s situation.

She is 4 weeks post-operative, and she is well.  We have started to titrate down some of her medications, but she is still on basically the same panel of medications that she was prior to the operation.  This is keeping her quite sedated.  We are starting to reduce the Onfi first, and see how she responds.  Despite the level of sedation, we are happy to report significant changes.  The biggest change we have seen is the engagement in her environment.  She seems to see her world differently now than she did prior to the surgery.  I looked at her over the crib rail one day and she smiled at me without any stimulation or sounds from me.  To most of you that may sound silly or trivial to bring up, but for me personally, it was profound.  She had never done that before and more importantly, it was a sign that at some level, her brain is working correctly.

She has periods where she tolerates sitting up in a bumbo seat or bouncer or something similar.  It is really rewarding to see that type of progress.  We still harbor a guarded optimism for her immediate outlook as we know some of the facts.  We know that the Sabril could be helping to suppress the Infantile Spasms.  Should we lower that dosage and the Spasms return, it would be another fork in the road of her journey to put it nicely.  Also we know that if Savanna would not have struggled as much as she did during the surgery, the surgical team would have expanded the resection.  While not trying to be an eternal pessimist, it is important that we have some emotional preparation for what the future may hold.  Another surgery is quite probable, and a life-long battle with seizures is also quite possible.

Unfortunately, we are still seeing abnormal activity at times.  Just last night, she was having a really difficult time sleeping, and I witness about 6 hours of what I would consider a seizure-filled period.  I am not positive that what I saw was seizures, but it would appear she has some partial activity still in the background, and it occasionally spikes enough to cause complex or clinical indications.  I am certain that a VTM/LTM is in her near future to diagnose what we are witnessing.  She has become quite cross-eyed lately and it is asymmetric in nature.  What is weird is that the opposite eye is effected than prior to the operation.

We are told she may be experiencing many circumstantial situations as she develops a new baseline.  In the mix too is that she is growing, and with infants, things can change fast as we have learned.  So, it may be possible she doesn’t reach a baseline for quite some time.  We have scheduled clinic visits to see the doctors in the neurosurgery, neurology, ophthalmology, and genetics departments next week.  We will send our blood samples to a couple of different labs to sequence her exome and our genome.  We are starting therapy again for motor skills, speech, and cognition.

I have included some pictures here that are from the last couple of weeks.  She truly is an angel and while we live the myth of Thanksgiving nowadays, we are very thankful this year for what God has given our family.  The true story of Thanksgiving has long since been white-washed and papered over with liberal textbooks.  It is a day that requires some inward thought about the real story, our past, and the future of our country.

For those of you who might want a closer look at what she underwent 4 weeks ago, there is a hidden link on our website that shows a few pictures from the surgery. [taken down, as of 2-2013] I am not posting the link, to the pictures, just to the website.  The link is the homepage picture.  It is mobile friendly.  Warning: they are graphic.

www.kenandrebecca.com

Have a great Holiday this weekend, and hope this email finds you and your family well.

Mom and Dad

(Ken and Rebecca)

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Seizure Freedom? Maybe So!

Savanna has been home now since Friday night, and we have enjoyed some normal parts of life with the bigger kids.  We carved pumpkins, we decorated the house (a little), and made gingerbread Halloween houses one afternoon.  Trick-or-treating with the big kids was a blast, as Rebecca really gets into Halloween.  We decided to keep Savanna in, as it can be difficult to watch her closely while out.  She has a way of reminding us of the vigilance that must be taken with planning an outing.  Just when we think it is okay to make impromptu plans, she reminds us of why it isn’t a good idea.  We really weren’t that worried about her getting sick, but when you look down and see her in the middle of a big seizure episode, panic sets in quickly.  How long has she been seizing?  Maybe you don’t know – not good.  Okay, start the clock…  at what point do you intervene?  Did I bring rescue medicine?  Where is the car?  Oh yeah, I walked…  How fast can I run home if needed?  This was not a frequent sequence of events, because after the first time, it changes your entire viewpoint and planning for ‘outings’.   Her care really wasn’t that complicated at this point, but it was really stressful trying to make sure someone was watching all the time. 

I can say today, that her change from that state is simply miraculous.  After a follow-up clinic visit with the neuro-surgeon today, we feel like we have a new child.  We still see some abnormal activity now and then, but we have been told repeatedly that that is to be expected while her brain ‘reorganizes’.  Savanna now has a new outlook on life, and she needs to be exposed to as much as possible to accelerate her development.  The neuro-surgeon thinks the primary deficit she will have will be loss of attention to her right side.  Meaning, she simply won’t notice or care about something presented on her right side.  So, for time being, we will approach her from the left and then move to center or right.  He felt confident this would dissipate over time as she learns to compensate.  Visually, she will have some peripheral deficit that is permanent, but the amount is still unknown.

His comments today were very reassuring with respect to being able to travel now and just live life in a more normal way.  He did admit she had a lot of trouble with respiration during surgery, and they did not convey that fully in post-op as not to cause undue concern.  Had she handled the surgery better, they would have gone further with the resection.  Once you have experienced one of her choking fits, where the only effective relief is with a medical grade suction machine to clear her throat, one would not be surprised by such news.  Also, the anesthesiologist stayed in post-op for about an hour watching her, and looked like he had seen a ghost.  He didn’t say anything alarming, but his concern was genuine and I think he knew, that we knew, that Savanna gave them a hard time and maybe a scare during surgery.

Savanna’s progress has simply been amazing.  Each day is better than the one before.  The days are accented by someone saying “Hey come look at what Savanna is doing”.  The tone is one of elation, relief, and happiness.  Not the somber, ‘here-we-go-again’, tone of the past.  She is smiling, laughing, and rolling around.  She is pushing up on her hands and making lots of noises.  Most notably, she doesn’t appear to be having seizures like she was before.  She is calm.  If you pick her up, you can hold her, and she likes it.  It is nothing short of a miracle as far as we are concerned.   Not always, but in general, she was always trying to get away from you, and would never hold on to you or appear comforted by someone holding her.

A couple of times I sat on the floor and worked with her on some gross motor skills.  I remember seeing and hearing several people in the background talking on phones about Savanna.  They were giving out updates, and the conversations were  just overflowing with excitement and joy.  I felt like I had a staff onsite  sending out messages routinely.   It was kind of bizarre really, as my phone was pretty quiet.  However, normal life is resuming.  The grandparents have returned to their lives and we are getting back to our normal routine.   We will begin the slow, step-by-step process of weaning her off the AED’s and Keto diet.  This process will take a few months.

From this point, it almost feels like life begins again with Savanna, like she has another chance, a better chance.  Some would ask, “Is she free from seizures?”,  maybe so!

Seizure freedom, 7 days and counting….

-Mom and Dad

(Ken and Rebecca)  

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Epilepsy Surgery – Post-Operative

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Savanna was under the care of her doctors and anesthesia for about 14 hours yesterday, and is now on the road to recovery.  She spent the first night in the PICU, and as it was as predicted, it was a difficult night.  It took a while to find a combination of medications to help her pain level and soothe the agitation.  Overall, she is not experiencing any serious complications.  The swelling was significant immediately following surgery, but reduced dramatically during the first night in the PICU.  By the morning, she was sleeping well, and the swelling had come down significantly.  She was released to the EMU, which was really good news.  She really isn’t herself yet, and all normal medications are continuing for now. 

Moving forward….

The plan is to continue medications as they were prior to surgery, wait, watch and see how she does.  Once she recovers from the surgery , we will begin to reduce medications, normalize her diet, and observe.  If we see behavior that appears to be seizure activity, then EEG and imaging studies will be ordered.  Right now, the neurosurgeon felt like the abnormal tissue was removed in its entirety.  However, the epileptologist said she measured abnormal spikes and activity in the parietal lobe, further up and back on her head from the primary seizure focus.  But collectively, they didn’t feel she could tolerate more surgical time, so they left that tissue in place and proceeded to close.  This doesn’t mean she will have seizures in the future.  It also doesn’t necessarily mean she will need another surgery.   

Only time will tell.

We are expecting to see acceleration in her development, due to the lack of disruption during the day when she is having seizures.  We are expecting to see some noticeable visual deficit in the right half of each eye due to the occipital lobe tissue removal (on the left side).  They were able to spare the occipital pole region of that lobe, which is where central vision data is processed.  So the level of peripheral vision deficit is unknown at this time.  We will restart occupational, physical, and speech therapy as soon as she can participate.  We are really anxious to get her home.

Special thanks to Rebecca’s parents, Ray and Mary Lou, and my mother, Barbara, for holding out during the delays and staying here through the surgery.  They have provided emotional support during this difficult period with Savanna.  They have also provided some logistical support with managing the care of the other kiddos while Savanna is an in-patient.  Thank you to you all from both of us.

Finally, a special thanks to Andrea, our Au Pair.  She has really stepped up during this time and allowed our family to be where we need to be.  She has learned what is required to take care of Savanna and has provided me much needed time to guide her care, deal with the insurance company, and provide support to my company after my departure.  Thank you from both of us.

-Mom and Dad

(Ken and Rebecca)

Complex Partial Seizures – The New Normal

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August 16th, 2012.  As I walked into CHOC (Children’s Hospital of Orange county) carrying Savanna, there was a calming familiarity.  Recognized by the admissions staff and 5th floor staff, it felt like a homecoming of sorts.  This was supposed to be a periodic monitoring with expectations of nothing new.  Once you mention she is probably having seizures of some kind the tone of the conversation changes quickly.  Most of the nurses and tech’s we knew didn’t realize we had made the move to Texas already, so conversation about the move helped lightened the tone.

Once the EEG equipment was in place, it was a waiting game.  With infrequent seizures, this time can really pass slowly as her aggravation with the head-wrap grows.  There is little I can do, and I have to stay sharp to catch her seizure when they occur.   My indication of abnormal activity helps queue the technicians monitoring her EEG output more closely during those episodes.   She had a couple of events throughout the afternoon, but then at 1:15 am Friday morning, she had a cluster episode.  Consultation with doctor later that day confirmed our fears.  The EEG indicated the seizure originated from the left posterior temporal lobe, which is where she has always had abnormal activity.  This was a new seizure type though, so the first step was to try to control the seizures with medications.  She needed to be stable before traveling back to Texas, and I was planning to drive back with her and the family in two days.  What came next was significant period of learning as a caregiver and parent.

Savanna was ‘loaded’ with Phenobarbital around 4pm Friday as a first attempt to arrest the seizures.  Not sure why they use the term ‘load’, as the loading dose is no different than the next dose which is called maintenance, even if on a titration schedule.  Anyway, she slept almost immediately with initial load via iv.  She slept for nearly 7 hours and then awoke completely altered.  Her hysteria and rage was something I had never seen before in person.  As a parent you see pain from emergency procedures (broken bones, sutchers, etc.), you see the ‘breakdowns’ of toddlers, colic of infants, but this was different.  The next four hours I had to manage a possessed child.  Finally, she gave up the fight and went to sleep.  I was exhausted and emotionally distraught.  I didn’t know what to think.  Was this the new normal?

After her first maintenance dose of phenobarbital, her anger subsided to extreme fussiness (yes, extreme fussiness was better than before), and then she just seemed to become absent to me.  I had a final discussion with the doctor about her disposition, and took away from the conversation that her extreme fussiness may or may not be the drugs.  The reality set in that this could be the progression of her disorder in her brain.  As she grows, the situation can change quickly with regard to her brain.  Her doctor felt she was safe to travel, so she was discharged just in time to attend Rebecca’s brothers wedding reception.

It was very refreshing being around family, but 50 hours straight in the epilepsy unit as a lone parent of a sick child requires some decompression before re-entering society.  Not having that, I felt somewhat out of touch with what was going on around me.  There can be a general lack of concern for rules.  Disciplining my kids for bad behavior is more difficult during these first few hours outside the hospital environment.   I felt detached from the situation and the one focus of my last 50 hours was now taken from me and being passed around.  I watched my daughter go from person to person, and I could see how far away she was her in disposition.  All I wanted do was hold her and I didn’t need anyone else to do it, but I didn’t want to take that time away from the other family that was there either  as they don’t get to see her often.  We were warned that her seizures could start again, which really put me on the edge.  As a parent, you try to be positive and behave maturely about the situation,  but when she was out of my sight for more than a few minutes that night, I found myself nervous. 

We finished up that night early, and were able to get her settled back at the rented house in Long Beach.  We spent some time in the hot tub, and I remember familiar thoughts from months past.  I remember being almost comatose mentally after the time in the hospital and then being ‘on’ for the other kids for several hours.  It just takes time process the information after you leave the hospital.  I awoke the next morning to the first ‘daddy, can I have…’  Rebecca had already boarded a plane to get home early to prepare for work.  I packed the van and tried to get going quickly.  After a few hours, I had to laugh.  El Paso by nightfall was out of the question given our late start, so Phoenix was the new way point.

That evening in Phoenix,  Savanna seizures returned.  Still inexperienced at dealing with this, my heart just sinks and then a sense of urgency overcame me.  I didn’t know what to do.  It was like I got hit with a sucker punch.  I called Rebecca, and I could hear her concern as she felt a million miles away and helpless.  We were both calling the on-call neurologists in CA and TX trying to get someone to help us.  Finally, I worked though my options with the on-call neurologist with the new team in Texas.  We decided to increase the Phenobarbital, then monitor her condition.  Savanna was really cranky that night and neither of us slept well.  We got on the road the next morning to El Paso and the seizures started again.  More consultation that evening in with the neurologists left me in a real predicament.  The phenobarbital  dose was maximized, even for in-patient care.  Savanna was heavily sedated, but still having seizures.  With no diastat on-hand, it was risky making the trip from El Paso to Houston.  I decided to try to make to Houston as my options in El Paso were very limited with the family in tow.  I investigated pharmacies on the way that had diastat in stock and made note of their phone numbers and locations.  The next morning was nerve racking.  Quickly through a continental breakfast and on the road, right?  Right.  Has anyone tried to get a 2 or 4 year old to eat a good breakfast quickly?  After a big mess and multiple times to the bathroom to make ‘pooh-pooh in the potty’, I packed in the van and we finally started to haul a$$.  Through the city stretches were painstakingly slow, and we had to stop at least a few times totally almost 2 hours.  Once on the open road in Texas, it was a different story.  The manual for the Yakima roof box indicated not to exceed 70mph, but I can say with confidence, it is qualified for a much higher amount.  750 miles and less than 10 hours of driving later we met Rebecca near our house to transition Savanna and I to another car as we planned to continue straight downtown to Memorial Herman EC.

[Sidebar:  Yes, she was having seizures.  But, we had not yet seen out of control, dangerous seizures.  And, administering Diastat for the first time in the middle of the desert in Texas was not a good idea.  In the end, I am glad no one gave me the script.  I was not ready to use it, and if she had gone into respiratory distress in the middle of nowhere, I would never have forgiven myself.  Unfortunately, during the coming weeks Savanna would educate me about when Diastat is needed.]

Once at Memorial Herman EC at the Texas Medical Center, she had several seizures in the waiting room of the EC.  It was not until then did they feel this may be important.  I remember being furious, listening them talk about what they had for lunch while my child was having seizures.   I finally was able to get the attention of the staff.  I was very aggressive in my demeanor, and end up apologizing more than once for being  a bit too rude.  However, I have learned, no one will advocate for your child but you.  Few people know your child as well as you.  A neurologist on call was able to see Savanna and within 10 seconds of holding her she seized.  He agreed with my assessment that she was having seizures, big surprise, and should be treated.   She was admitted, she was ‘loaded’ with Keppra, right away to try to control the situation.  It was not the drug of choice, but without the results of the POLG 1 gene mutation test, it was one of our few safe choices.   She had rough night, but now seemed as though she was getting help.  We moved to the EMU (Epilepsy Monitoring Unit) at Memorial Herman in the early morning hours where she was hooked to an EEG monitoring unit.  After 24 hours, we were told that she was having seizures originating from the right and left side of her brain.  We were devastated.  Up until now, we had this hope that the right side of her brain was more healthy, and maybe she could still thrive if a hemispherectomy was the procedure of choice (this is where the entire left or right half of the brain is removed).  She is still so young that the plasticity of the brain would compensate and she could still develop with relative normalcy.

So she was released from the EMU, off the Phenobarbital and Keppra and her seizures were somewhat improved.  The day of the release, I spoke with the doctor, and there were statements like “You may need to accept that your child will have a normal pattern of seizures.”  We were absolutely crushed, as we could already see her milestones dissolving, again.  We honestly felt like the situation was hopeless.  I called our epileptologist just before she was to board a plane for France for 10 days, and had another short conversation that provided some relief about that subject. But still, I could hear the general concern in her voice about Savanna’s future.  It was a very helpless feeling, as Savanna’s new normal was now complex partial seizures.

-Dad

The Honeymoon Period

So a few weeks after the final dose of ACTH, some of the major side effects are dissipating.  She still has a NG-tube in her nose, but no cannula taped to her head as she no longer needs supplemental oxygen.  Her blood pressure is returning to normal even as we titrate her hypertension medication down.  Her mood and disposition are improving, and her awake times are increasingly filled with happiness.  There still exists daily periods of inconsolable crying and fussiness.  I think as we embrace the probability of this activity, it somehow seems easier to manage.  Now that her brain activity is stable, she has started to develop again, and it almost seems like we are starting over at day one, but she is nearly 4 months old.  This good response with dissipating side effects in the world of pediatric epilepsy, is commonly referred to as “The Honeymoon Period”, as it is filled with joy, development, and seizure freedom (or at least good control).

We are struggling with bottle feeding a consultation with the GI doctors results in the decision to install a permanent G-Tube.  She isn’t aspirating, but her suck is weak and she tires quickly which shortens the feeding cycle.  The doctors feel she isn’t getting enough nutrition, and as a result, decide accelerate the procedure timeline.  So, a Monday morning clinic visit transformed into a 3 day hospital stay. The process was multi-staged.  She first had a temporary g-tube installed where the tube was inserted into her stomach through her mouth, and then out the newly created hole to the outside world.  The end of tube in her stomach has a large disc that cannot be pulled through the hole and aids in creating compression in the tissue layers.  This apparatus had a fixed length of tubing that we had to manage with tape.  This was left in place for about 2 months while the tissue fused together fully to create a clean hole directly into her stomach.  At this point, back to the hospital to remove that tube and install the peg style tube we have now.  It is inserted into the hole and then a balloon is inflated on the end of the peg inside her stomach with water through a special port on the device.  It is quite ingenious.  It is low profile, and while still odd to the inexperienced caregiver, very durable and easy to operate.  [Looking back, it was probably the single most helpful prophylactic measure we took for Savanna’s health.  It was great advice from honest doctors, and we were really fortunate to have listened to their council.]  Savanna never liked taking medications orally, so all daily medications go through the g-tube.  her discomfort from the procedure was minimal in the grand scheme of things.  A day or two of pain, but after that, very easy to maintain.

As we entered this Honeymoon period, she continued to respond well to the medications and began to thrive.  There were certain times that were still difficult, but we really needed to take full advantage if these ‘good times’.  She clearly had significant developmental delay that was global in nature, and it was time to start occupational and physical therapy.

So, therapy includes working on gross motor skills such as rolling over, reaching for things, sitting up etc.  She really dislikes ‘tummy time’, and she struggles with putting weight on her arms and legs.  To this day, it is a significant focus of her care.  We also work with her on fine motor skills, such as holding toys in her hands, switching a toy from hand to hand.  Cognitive development is stimulated with texture books, musical toys with lights that require input to function.   While all different, many if these skills are combined when working with her.  In addition, we will have to work on her social skills, language, and feeding.  While safe for her to eat thick baby foods, she has a pretty strong aversion to having those foods in her mouth. 

Seeing her smile at us and begin to follow us with her eyes was the best feeling in the world.  Rolling ever came easily and quickly with our other children, but was a huge milestone for her that we celebrated.  To see her refuse to put weight on her arms and legs is increasingly frustrating.  With each passing day, the real magnitude of her delay and her ability to learn is becoming clear.  Many milestones that Austin, her twin brother, breezes through are major accomplishments for her.  In spite of her challenges, Savanna honestly appeared as though she was experiencing some level of happiness at times, and it was great to witness.

During this time we made big life decisions that included moving the family to Texas, and buying a house.  Rebecca had the ability to make a lateral move within GE,  so we decided I would stay home to raise kids and manage Savanna’s care.  This seemed like the natural progression for our family, but it has been a significant adjustment for both Rebecca and I.  We made the move to Houston mid-June.  [We have looked back a few times with respect to Savanna’s care.  Her case is so complex, that there needed to be a transition period between the neurology teams.  Fortunately, her doctor in CA is genuinely concerned for her well being, and has provided  guidance and leadership through consultation a number of times as Savanna’s condition has changed significantly since moving to TX.]

We are starting to get the house settled and it definitely feels like the right move overall.  Tristan and Brandon are enrolled in a faith-based preschool program that allows me a couple of hours a day to focus on all aspects of Savanna’s care.  They met new friends and are really enjoying our new home and nearby lake.  Austin has just taken off with his development.  He is right there with the big boys throughout the day and is on the cusp of walking.  The boys truly are a joy and really help keep the keel of our ship even.  So, we knew we were going to make a big trip back to CA for David and Brittany’s wedding.  Not knowing who Savanna’s Epileptologist would be in TX or if we might experience a lapse in care, we had scheduled a routine 36 hour video EEG at CHOC where we have already spent so much time.

So, we knew we were going to make a big trip back to CA for David and Brittany’s wedding.  Not knowing who Savanna’s Epileptologist would be in TX, or if we might experience a lapse in care, we had scheduled a routine 36 hour video EEG at CHOC, where we have already spent so many hours.  We were really looking forward to that, as we would also get to consult with our Epileptologist about our current situation in TX.  So we were excited on all fronts to make the trip.  After all the preparations, Rebecca arrives home from a short shipping spree at the dollar store with the boys after school,  and we are off.  It is a long, long drive to CA from Houston, and this is where Savanna’s journey takes a somewhat unexpected left turn.

We arrive in CA, and on the first evening unfortunately witness Savanna have a seizure.  We both say it and knew right away what we saw.  We saw both eyes deviate to the left and complete loss of tone.  It escalated rapidly, and she began to have cluster episodes over the coming days.  Fortunately, we had the 36-hour VEEG test scheduled so we did not have to penetrate the thick membrane in the bowel of the hospital to receive appropriate care (otherwise known as the emergency room/center).  We were warned that this would probably happen to Savanna, but what transpired after that day no parent can plan for emotionally.  It was devastating.  We both knew what the future could bring for Savanna and often wondered what path’s she will take on her journey.  Not knowing when her situation was going to change, keeps us in a constant state of heightened awareness, and it is exhausting.  Apparently, the time for some change is now.  As we drove to the hospital together August 16th, the moment was somber and old emotions about our new situation were bubbling up from many moons ago.  Even though the words weren’t spoken, we both knew ‘the Honeymoon was over’.

-Dad

 

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(Ken Lininger)

Life on ACTH therapy and Vigabatrin for Infantile Spasms

Savanna had been on the ACTH for about 8 days when she experienced her last Infantile spasm.  When she did not have a cluster on December 28th, we were beside ourselves and honestly didn’t know what to think.  She was healed, right?  Wrong.  A routine EEG would confirm lack of hypsarrythmia, lack of discontinuity, presence of normal sleep patterns, but also some abnormalities.  Savanna was still experiencing some clinical events typically effecting her eyes and head.  Even though we were just reaching the highest dose of the ACTH, it was decided that its affect on Savanna (the good part anyway) was at or near maximum.  She was started on Sabril (Vigabatrin) January 1, 2012.  That was the second front-line medication intended to treat the Infantile Spasms.

Within a couple of weeks of the start of ACTH, Savanna had lost most milestones she had reached as a result of the seizure activity.  She stopped smiling and laughing.  She was considered low tone clinically.  She slept the majority of the day, only awake about a half hour out of every four hours.  At least half of that time, she was really fussy.  She appeared to be blind, as she did not track anything with her eyes, and never seemed to be ‘looking’ at anything – just blankly starring. We were told her pupils were normal, and the problem with her vision was her brain.  It was a very dark period for us as a family.  Trying to understand why God allows such suffering was a recurring thought in my mind. 

By the middle of January, Savanna was about half way through the ACTH therapy when her health turned for the worse.  We noticed she was having an increasingly difficult time feeding.  She had now lost command of the breathe/swallow muscle control and was aspirating feeds into her lungs.  She had grown enormously in her face and legs.  Her cheeks were the widest part of her face.  Her hair had turned wiry and was growing fast.  She began to grow facial hair.  One day I came home from work and sat down to give her a bottle, which was our normal routine, and she didn’t  take the feeding as she seemed really congested.   She was coughing a lot and seemed almost like she was choking.  I administered a dose of inhaled albuterol, and it seemed to make the problem worse.  I opened her outfit to look at her respiration rate and was shocked to see her belly contracting inward so hard.  (This in the end, was the result of chronic and increasing aspiration of feeds combined with her inability to adequately clear the fluid due to her low tone.)  She was in respiratory distress and we had act quickly.  I hastily packed a bag, and took off for the children’s hospital.   

Once there, it did take some time to penetrate the membrane that surrounds the ER and in-patient facility.  Triage took all of 15 seconds as the nurse listened to her and said she was in real trouble.  I was told I would be taken back very soon, despite the overflowing waiting room.  An excruciating 45 minutes later, the calm before the storm was over.  I walked quietly through the doors to meet doctors, nurses, technicians into what seemed like utter chaos.  More or less dismissed as an important person in her care, I finally met the doctor orchestrating this effort involving at least 20 people, and I could see the genuine concern for her well being in his eyes.  Within a few hours, she was admitted to the children’s hospital where the gravity of the situation became more clear.  Her respiration rate was steady in the high 80’s, and she could not stay saturated without a strong flow of oxygen.  What became the next 18 days, was a very difficult experience as a parent.  Getting a successful IV started was in and of itself a significant event, as what normally takes a couple of people a couple minutes, took teams of PICU and NICI nurses hours.  It was painful to watch.  

In and out of the PICU, the helpless feeling was ever present. The doctors seemed to have few options left as the treatment eventually became a wait and see event, (of course with a plethora of drugs being administered around the clock).  Depending on which doctor you spoke with, the consolidation in her lungs was probably bacterial pneumonia according to some, and viral pneumonia according to others.  She was given 3 different strong antibiotics, a lung drying agent, and stronger blood pressure medication.  She contracted a fungal infection so bad on her rear, that the Infectious Disease team became involved.  We lived at the hospital, and it was a real strain as we each tried to maintain a presence at home and in our workplaces.  Being ‘fun’ for the other kids was very difficult after a night at the hospital and then a day at work.  Rebecca and I barely saw each other for 3 weeks and the strain on the marriage was significant.  More than once I found myself in that dark hospital room late at night with tears in my eyes trying to grasp the magnitude of the overall situation.  I found myself weak in the face of some of the adversity in front of me.  The effects of those 3 weeks permanently changed my perspective on certain aspects of human existence. 

As if it wasn’t difficult enough… I remember getting a call one day near the end of this particular ordeal at about 8 am from my boss.  He was wondering where I was and when I  was coming in to work, as though I had slept through my alarm.  I had just dropped the big kids off at daycare after Rebecca and I made the early morning switch at the hospital and I knew at that moment something had to change in our lives. While I was working a lot overnight remotely from the hospital, it went mostly unseen.  It did not replace my presence in the facility.  I remember that phone call feeling very cold and inconsiderate.  Over time though, I gained an understanding of  the other side of the relationship.  Once this happens to your family, you experience a paradigm shift while those around you do not as normal life does go on for everyone else.  Recognition and acceptance of this fact is critical in order to move forward.  Your perspective changes (along with your circle of friends) over time.  You see things around you that you may not have ever seen before.  You see other families with special needs kids living life at times, and this becomes an area of interest rather than something you ‘look through’ when observing from afar.  This is an evolving process and we are still learning as Savanna is changing.

Savanna finally went home in early February with oxygen tanks, a pulse-ox monitor, a nasal-gastro-intestinal tube installed, a feeding pump, and a significant panel of medications. The day before she went home, I was with her, and witnessed a smile and almost laugh that we had never seen before.  I captured it on my phone and will never forget it.  The feeling was like your first breath after being underwater too long.  It was a glimmer of hope for us. The next few days saw the final ACTH injection and numerous medications discontinued.  While the side effects from the ACTH were present for months afterward, her neurological progress was remarkable. 

Looking back, we initially had to manage a situation that was very task oriented while coming to grips with reality.  We had not yet started any occupational therapy or physical therapy, so the magnitude of her global developmental delay was still somewhat hidden.  We were being prepared emotionally (and didn’t know it), as the trivial tasks such as medicine compounding and delivery would transform into learning how to be Savanna’s best therapist.  At first I found this more difficult, but now find it very rewarding.

Dad
(Ken Lininger)

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