I thought I was an unlikely target for any incapacitating
illness. At 62 I was in excellent health, hiked and attended aerobic
classes at an altitude of 7,000 feet, neither smoked nor drank, ate
nutritiously, kept my weight under control and could still count the
number of grey hairs I had. All my life I was the student and worker
who rarely missed a day. My husband and I had enjoyed almost two years
of retirement when the nightmare began.
For about two weeks I was fighting what I thought
was a common cold (no intestinal symptoms) and had been able to serve
on a jury for one week when GBS hit. In the early morning hours of
February 12, 2001, I found I was unable to bring a tissue to my runny
nose.
Losing control
I woke my husband and told him: "I am losing motor control."
By the time he dressed and my son who lives nearby arrived, I needed
help walking. On the way to the hospital I kept saying: "I'm
losing my voice." In addition to all my other muscles, I guess
the diaphragm was shutting down. Upon arrival at the hospital (10
minutes away), I couldn't walk at all.
Fortunately for me, the Emergency Room technician
said: "I think I saw this condition a few years ago in a hospital
in the south. It looks like Guillain-Barre syndrome. You'll get worse
and then very soon be okay." Well, he was wrong about the "very
soon" part.
Treatment began immediately
My super family doctor and his wonderful neurologist colleague arrived
within the hour and I was on the ventilator the same day (and for
more than 5 months). I had almost two courses of the IVIg treatment.
I was in Intensive Care for 103 days and then transferred
to the Sub-Acute Unit of another hospital. I began speaking with a
Passy Meer valve after five months of silence. The feeding tube remained
until September 11 when I went to the Acute Rehabilitation Unit.
I was discharged on November 30, using a walker and
leg braces and gave up both devices in a couple of months. I immediately
began out-patient therapy and still go three times a week.
Post-GBS residual symptoms
I have very little use of my hands, even after surgery on both to
free up joints at the palm. I can walk and do a funny little run but
have a long way to go to be satisfied with my recovery.
I have had wonderful treatment and support from caring
doctors, nurses, respiratory technicians and therapists. Most important
to my recovery, however, have been my devoted husband, sons, daughter-in-law
and sister who were variously at the bedside. They spelled with me,
suctioned my trach, painted my fingernails, assisted with keeping
me clean and in good spirits, and much, much more.
If you think others might benefit from hearing from
me, please don't hesitate to relay my e-mail address. Many people
have helped me understand this syndrome, especially others who have
been there. I still find life beautiful.
Suzanne Goodwin
Encino CA, USA
05.2003
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