Tilly was diagnosed with epilepsy back in January 2016 after a long weeks stay on the Starfish Ward at QA hospital in Portsmouth. After a disastrous trial of carbemazapine, when Tilly reacted terribly to a very low dose and could barely sit, let alone stand or walk, she was put onto a drug called Keppra. After ten months of very little change, she started to go downhill, her absences were longer and her behaviour got worse. She started on epilim alongside the keppra.
It didn’t work.
Things got worse. EEGs showed constant seizure activity and that at night, she was not asleep, she was seizing all night instead. I had always loved watching her sleep, it was a terrible blow to realise that she wasn’t safe and happy in her dreams like I had so hoped. Six weeks of steroids commenced.
They did not work.
She was hungry and angry hangry all of the time and pretty unbearable to be around. So, she was started on clobazam, even more drugs poured into her tiny body.
They did not work.
She was, to put it simply, high as a kite, and more spaced than ever. Another emergency appointment with her neurology team and I took her off of the clobazam immediately and we agreed to wean Tilly off of the keppra.
The change has been incredible. Tilly has said her first sounds in context. Buh for bubbles. Buh for ball. Tilly is starting to understand what I’m saying to her. Mentioning the swings or icecream at bedtime last night caused happy squeaks and leg kicks.
Today was Tilly’s first day keppra free for 19 months. The relief and the guilt is utterly intertwined.
Relief that she’s come down from huge amounts of epilepsy meds to just one without having a massive seizure and hospital admittance. It is a fine line and I am terrified that I’ll push her over it. But the improvement to her quality of life and mood, for now, is worth the risk. I found her cackling her head off this afternoon after getting underneath her bed. I can tell you that she was NOT aware that there was a space under her bed before now. It’s quite exciting how much she’s noticing and delighting in.
Guilt because I’ve been drugging my child up to the eyeballs for the last year and a half and as it turned out, they were making her much, much worse.
There is no current future plan. Her team are at a loss and her appointment with the consultant at the next hospital isn’t until October now. I am going to ring her epilepsy nurse on Monday to discuss alternative therapies for her.
Epilepsy is an awful condition but I am determined to find the right balance for my girl.