I started this blog for my son, Dray, after getting the diagnosis that he has Landau-Kleffner Syndrome. I'm hoping this will be therapeutic for me... because this is a difficult and serious diagnosis to cope with. But, also I would love the opportunity of having someone else to learn from and be able to read about their experiences, so who knows if this blog might be helpful for someone... some day. I hope that some family will one day benefit from our experiences with Dray. He is a sweet and loving little guy. I always thought of him as a smart, engaging little boy that related so well with others because of his smile and his sweet nature. This syndrome has taken much of that away, and we hope that we can get all of him back to us some day. We are getting started with everything! Dealing with his diagnosis and his regressions, finding new resources to help us (which is a joke), this blog, and medications to help Dray. As of July 31 he has been on valium every night (8mg). Which I saw some good things starting to happen after a few days on it. But, then a slip back to some old problems: talking jibberish, unresponsiveness, and more anxiety than usual. So, after trying for several days, and having both his doctors out of town, we finally got a doctor to put him on keppra. As of August 14 (Saturday) we haven't seen any progress in him. One noticeable difference is that he seems to be bouncing off the walls and very floppy (that's the only word I can think of to describe him). We will give it until August 24th when he has his next EEG over night and then we will re-evaluate his medication.
We had a bad night with him last night. We tried to play "direction games" with him. He was so very unresponsive and frustrated with instructions. He couldn't understand "under" and he couldn't understand the concept of picking 2 puzzle pieces, rather than just one, when we asked. Things he would have known before his regression this summer. It ended in my tears because we feel like he refuses to respond to any of our help. He gets too overwhelmed and frustrated. We get to the point where we sit and wonder if we just have to watch him disintegrate right in front of our eyes and we can't stop it. Right when I get so discouraged I realize I have to be stronger than that and have more hope for him. That, for sure, is much more difficult than it sounds!!
I came across your blog while searching for information on LKS. I can relate to your travel being re-routed. My son has had seizures for 3 years. His speech has recently regressed. His neurologist said it may be LKS but the eeg was inconclusive. He wants us to get a 2nd opinion. Can you provide more information on how Dray was diagnosed, etc.? My email is kristi_gee@merck.com. Thank you.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
I came across your blog while searching for information on LKS. I can relate to your travel being re-routed. My son has had seizures for 3 years. His speech has recently regressed. His neurologist said it may be LKS but the eeg was inconclusive. He wants us to get a 2nd opinion. Can you provide more information on how Dray was diagnosed, etc.? My email is kristi_gee@merck.com. Thank you.
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