Hi,
Just joined the community after my wife found it useful while I was going through treatment for a brain abscess. I have had a nose about and thought I would share a fairly succinct (spoiler, it was meant to be but hasn’t transpired that way) version of my story; in case it offers any assistance to others.
It was April 23rd 2020, St George’s Day, when I experienced a very peculiar episode where I lost mobility in my right arm and had some odd pulsating sensations. At first I panicked, thinking it might be a stroke, but then realised it was on the wrong side of my body. The episode only lasted about 5 minutes but nevertheless, caused me some anxiety and I subsequently called 111 (UK) to get advice.
After a few more calls, including one to my GP, it was decided I would attend the GP surgery for some blood tests and ECG. It was a little more challenging due to the lockdown with Covid 19 but given the circumstances, it wasn’t really a problem. Anyway, to cut a fairly long story short on this part of the journey, I had several more small episodes, visited hospital and was given the suggestion that the likely cause was a trapped nerve. To be fair to those that were assessing me, I did pull my back a few weeks before and therefore it possibly influenced their diagnosis.
I had then visited a chiropractor to work on my back but in the evening of that day I experienced another episode which was far worse than the others and led to my wife calling an ambulance. The symptoms were similar but, in this instance, the whole side of my body was in spasms, the veins in my right arm, neck and head felt like they would explode, and I felt generally far worse than before. In addition, the episode lasted for over an hour, which included the time waiting for the ambulance, the time they used to assess me and then most of the journey to hospital.
At the hospital I was reviewed, and an MRI scan was booked for a couple of days’ time. This scan showed some abnormal swelling and I was then referred to St George’s hospital in London, where I had another MRI scan (I think, some of this gets a bit hazy) which showed what they believed was a brain abscess, although I am not sure they could rule out a tumour at this point. I then spent a couple of days having a number of tests trying to work out the likely cause, which at the time was possibly from my teeth as I have periodontal disease.
I then took a turn for the worse, which included much worse headaches and a steep decline in mobility in my right arm (I couldn’t pick anything up at this point), and another MRI scan was conducted which showed the abscess had grown rapidly and they needed to book in a burr hole aspiration that day (30th April), which coincidentally coincided with also having three teeth removed. The operation was deemed to be a success and I then spent the next week or so recovering on the ward taking a huge cocktail of antibiotics and other medication, some through a PICC line.
I was then released on the 8th May for my recovery to continue at home with nurses coming around my house once a day to apply the antibiotics through my PICC line. Note, I believe they were keen for me to return home due to the hospital dealing with quite a few coronavirus patients, albeit in other wards, not because I was taking up space (the normal wards had less patients than usual) but for my own safety. This approach was continued with my treatment at home, with my wife picking up the duties to apply the antibiotics intravenously, to reduce my exposure via external nurses.
Anyway, after about a week of being home gradually feeling like I was making some progress I had another seizure. Further to more conversations with medical professionals I ended back up at St Georges A&E and then subsequently into the neuro ward after an MRI showed the abscess hadn’t decreased in accordance with their expectations, along with my liver showing signs of being extremely unhappy with the antibiotics I was taking at the time.
I spent another week in hospital while different drugs were applied and had gone through an episode where I had a high fever for 48 hours. I also needed to spend longer in the hospital, as the new antibiotics needed to be given 3 times a day, something the OPAT nurses could not do at my house. Therefore, my wife needed to go through some additional training in order to be able to take over these duties, which now also included mixing the drugs before applying. All good fun for her no doubt! 😉
Anyway, I did say I’d keep this fairly succinct and have noticed that isn’t the case, although I could certainly write a huge amount more, as this is only a brief glimpse into my journey. I have now been out of the hospital since 19th May and about a week ago have come off the antibiotics, which itself took me a few steps back due to side effects after coming off them.
Nevertheless, comparing where I am to where the medical advice had suggested I would be, I am fairly happy with the progress I have made. There were moments where it was likely I would never regain full mobility in my right arm or at least it would take many months if not years to do so. However, it has substantially improved and although progress now isn’t anywhere near as obvious as it was previously, that isn’t surprising given the huge improvements initially.
The ongoing challenges right now are more relating to:
•The side effects of coming off antibiotics
•Understanding what needs to be done with regard to the anti-seizure drugs I am taking and when/how I will come off of them
•The ongoing effects of having the operation and the brain swelling which is still reducing, such as a constant headache, fatigue, slower mental ability, insomnia, etc.
•The mental strain it has caused in general
It is interesting, as I now look fairly normal and most people wouldn’t be able to tell anything has happened, unless they ran their hand across my head and found the fairly small indent from the burr hole. Therefore, you almost feel like you need to ‘be normal’, even though there are numerous symptoms you’re still suffering from and the subsequent consequences.
Needless to say, I haven’t returned to work just yet and am likely to be off for a few weeks yet but do need to start considering how to get to that end goal, which does introduce a little anxiety on its own. I have started a weekly counselling session through my works private medical insurance, which although a good way to share my general thoughts, hasn’t necessarily helped just yet, I guess I need to give it time.
And therein lies the problem, which I would imagine most people here have experienced. Recovering from surgery (and mine was minor compared to many) takes time, a lot longer than you would like, and it can be quite frustrating. Even as I am merrily typing away this novel, I can feel myself slowly feeling more exhausted than I should do and my headache worsening. However, I must remember where I have come from, with the first day after my aspiration being the most challenging day of my life by far and recognise how far I have come 2 months on. I have just noticed it is 30th June and I had my operation on the 30th April.
Anyway, I will stop writing now, as I can’t imagine many people have bothered to read to the end! If you have, I hope you have found some semblance of value from my monologue
Thanks, and wishing you all the best with whatever challenges you are experiencing. I am more than happy to chat with anyone that feels I may be able to offer any kind of support (or vice-versa).
Matt
Oh, and here is a list of some of the antibiotics
Metronidazole
Ceftriaxone (IV)
Co-trimoxazole
Meropenem
Clindamycin
Levetiracetem/keppra
Dexamethasone