The experiences of
Kaylee Timmerman's parents.
Kaylee was born on June 21th 1993. Her start was good, in spite of a bit of
tightness of the
chest. There seemed to be no problems, till we noticed that Kaylee made few
powerful movement, and that she could hardly keep her head up straight. Even
after a call to the pediatrician in the rural hospital, there seemed to be no
reason to think about something serious. When Kaylee - at the age of 5 months -
became very weak after an antiobiotics cure, alarm was sounded to an academic
hospital. The professor Neurology diagnosed serious problems, and many research
was done. Until Kaylee was two years old, we had been searching for an
explanation for her problems. Constantly there were found no clues, everything
was alright. And this; seeing your child handicapped without no explicit cause,
is just not acceptable for a parent!! We decided to go on with everything that
was possible, but after a lot of research the chances of stating a diagnose
became less by the day. Till we heard from a friend of ours in October 1995,
that there had been a broadcast on the TV-channel SBS about a boy that had
almost the same symptoms as Kaylee. A pediatric neurologist from Breda had made
a spectacular discovery. This friend had written down the p.o.box-number that
was given, and she wrote on our behalf to Sebastiaan’s parents. At that time
Kaylee wasn’t doing too well, and quite honestly; we didn’t expect very much of
it. Until we read the lifestory of this little boy. INCREDIBLE, so much
resemblances! We decided to consult this specialist, and added a picture of
Kaylee to our letter. Shortly after that we received an invitation from her, and
then the miracle began for us!!! Five weeks after a spinal punction we got a
call from the doctor; it appeared that Kaylee lacked the same substantion as
Sebastiaan. In the meanwhile Sebastiaan’s parents had been telling about his
progress in a TV-broadcast. So we knew all too well what this could mean,
although we couldn’t tell if it would also go this well in Kaylee’s case of
course. But we regained hope! On February 1st Kaylee was admitted at
St. Ignatius Hospital in Breda, and on February 4th medication was
started. The Saturday before that Sebastiaan and his parents had come to visit
us at the hospital, and immediately it felt like we knew each other for years.
There was so much resemblance with regard to the syndrome, and with the
parents of the little boy that lay in the hospital bed next to Kaylee’s, we
talked about our experiences for hours. Kaylee was, contrary to the two boys,
the only one that was very weak in the body. For a moment that made us doubt
whether she was going to react well to the medication, but after only one day a
lot of difference was noticed. It’s incredible what you’re feeling as parents at
that point, after two years of uncertainty. You have to get to know your child
all over again, but every day it’s great to see the enormous progress she’s
making! Now she’s really starting to live!!! Both mentally and physically she’s
developing very well, but she’ll need a lot of rehabilitation before the arrears
will have been made up. We are devoting ourselves to that for 100 %, the
future’s looking brighter every day. And with the faundation “De Ontbrekende
Schakel” (The Missing Link) that Philip and Agnes are starting, we hope that
more patients can be diagnosed: this kind of life’s happiness is something we
grant anyone.
José and Erik, Kaylee's parents
Continued experiences of Kaylee Timmerman's
parents.
Amersfoort, April 1998
While I’m writing this report, I realize all too well what enormous
developments have taken place. From the first medication, till now - 2 years and
3 months later……..
In August 1996 Kaylee went to a therapeutic kindergarten. This was a class of
rather independent children, and from day one she really enjoyed herself there.
In a frequency of 2 or 3 times a week she had her therapies (speech-training,
physiotherapy and occupational therapy). She progressed well, therapists and
doctors were very interested in this syndrome and followed her development
closely. We as parents were also involved in her rehabilitation program. A very
fine co-operation, which especially Kaylee had benefit from. In her class she
was the only one that couldn’t walk independently. This was solved with a
walking aid, “the walkabout”, in which she can choose her own way, fastened in
belts. Man, she had a great time! When Kaylee became physically more stable we
could take her by the hand and she’d walk with us. For a while we thought that
she might need a walking aid permanently.
Until Christmas 1997. From one moment to the other she wanted to show her
grandmother something, and walked towards it by herself. Astonished we watched
it happen. Kaylee herself wasn’t even aware of it. We cried: “You’re walking!”
After that it went further: from door to kitchen, etc. She kept walking, and
cried: “I can do this myself!” We will never forget her sparkling eyes. This
being possible, we often feel like we’re the richest persons on earth.
Also Kaylee’s mental development, that has been progressing very fast, makes
us able to say that she’s equal to ‘healthy’ kids her age with the same
children’s tricks. She has a healthy reasoning about all kinds of things, talks
in past and present tense and her grammatical comprehension is progressing very
well. Tests conclude that she is making up her arrears remarkably fast.
In January 1998 Kaylee started at the Mytylschool (a school for disabled
children) were she also got accustomed very fast.
There are more expectations of her at this school, so she often comes home
exhausted. Kaylee is a girl with great perseverance, using all of her energy if
necessary, and sometimes this wears her out. Especially playing outside with her
friends is something she really enjoys. Even if she’s tired, she goes on, just
like the others.
In this kind of situations she doesn’t realize yet that things are different
for her. She just wants to do what the other kids can do. Her capability to walk
all by herself has given her a lot of satisfaction, and cycling (on her
tricycle) or riding on a scooter or skelter is going very well now. She can
really play with the others. I really enjoy that sight when I watch her from
behind the kitchen window. I really didn’t expect that she could come this far.
It still feels like a dream sometimes.
At the moment we’re very conscious of our pedagogical tasks, to lead her
mentality a bit. She can be very naughty, and her moods can be against the
grain. Of course it’s a healthy sign, but never the less difficult sometimes. We
hope her development can continue like this, and we try our best to guide her in
this as much as we can.
On August 11th 1997, Kaylee’s brother was born. She’s enormously
happy with him. Our son Dylan was tested by Dr. De Rijk on THD in October 1997,
but fortunately he’s a very healthy boy!! We really enjoy to watch the
developments of a child in his first few months, without the worries we had with
Kaylee. It’s all so different now.
We were very much aware of the increased risk on THD (25 %) and we decided
after our talk at the genetical centre to have no further research done during
the pregnancy. THD can be treated. We both felt good about it, although we
weren’t totally free from worry of course.
But no one that’s pregnant has a guarantee to a healthy baby, there is always
a risk. After his birth, he immediately did fine. A lively baby. He felt strong,
held his head up straight after a short while - things we watch closely now of
course. When we had the final results that he was really o.k., we were
definately set at ease.
Every day we enjoy these two children a great deal.
Erik and Jose, Kaylee and Dylan's parents.
The experiences of Cindy
Stoop's parents.
Cindy was born on the 20th of January 1993 after a normal
pregnancy and a normal childbirth. The first 3 months everything went fine, but
after that time we thought: it’s time for you to show some activity. At the
children’s health centre you don’t follow moving objects with your eyes, even
though you are doing this at home. So it was on to the optometrist. Conclusion:
just a little dreamer. When she’s 6 months old we consult the pediatrician, who
immediately sees that there’s something wrong. An 8 days admission follows,
including many tests like a blood-, urine- and faeces test, an MRI-scan, spinal
punction, EEG etc. etc. Cindy also got a kind of corrective ‘trousers’, to
correct the position of her hips, which wasn’t good. The pediatrician had
already told us that 9 out of 10 times nothing’s concluded, which was right in
our case. That’s why you think it will all work out.
In October 1993 we consulted Dr. Bart at the Academic Medical Centre in
Amsterdam, but he couldn’t find anything either. Also an EEG was done because
she had ‘spells’ (stiff, a crooked, hollow back), luckily no epilepsy, but what
it was no one could tell us. In the meantime it had become clear that we had a
severely handicapped child. We were also consulting a genetics specialist, again
a blood test and even a piece of her buttock skin was removed, but again the
results were negative, nothing was found. Cindy isn’t well, but what’s causing
it no one knows. We keep on searching. At home the physiotherapy and
speech-training continues. We had our house and our car adjusted. We’re still
under treatment with several specialists like a pediatrician, neurologist,
rehabilitation doctor, fysiotherapist and orthopedist.
Then - only a couple of days after the broadcast of the TROS TV Show -
several people called us; a boy on TV shows the same symptoms as Cindy does.
Because this was confirmed by several people, I made an appointment with Dr. De
Rijk-van Andel in Breda. That’s how I got the address of Mr. and Mrs. Dekkers
where we got the videotape of the TV Show. Watching it, we recognized so many
things, sometimes I saw so much resemblance it made me shiver. Sebastiaan was
just like Cindy, because of the medication his brain sends signals, which makes
him able to walk and function like children his age (with arrears). On March 6th
1996 we met Dr. De Rijk-van Andel for the first time, and she also thought Cindy
was a lot like Sebastiaan. I was so relieved.
We would have to return to the hospital for a nucleair scan, but because we
don’t live nearby, we could have her blood drawn and a spinal punction straight
away.
On March 26th 1996 at 9.30 a.m. the phone rings, ‘if we could come
to Breda for at least 10 days?’ It appears Cindy lacks the same substance as
Sebastiaan does.
Exciting, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. We try to think: first see
and then believe, because fairy-tales don’t exist.
During our stay in Breda another EEG and a scan follow. On Saturday, March 28th
1996 the first dopamine is administered. On Sunday Cindy’s eyes look ‘wild’. On
Wednesday she moves a lot. On Thursday she turns around, after which she turns
from her back to her side, from lying on her back to abdominally, picking up
toys and pulling hair.
This is a totally different child. Before this she lay still on the ground, I
could easily leave her lying at the chest of drawers to do a few chores in the
meantime. This isn’t possible anymore, thanks to Dr. De Rijk-van Andel and the
dopamine. Cindy’s become a different child.
If this had never been on TV, we’d probably never found out or at least much
later, and Cindy would have been older, so you don’t know how it would have gone,
given the functioning of the brain. A whole new world opened for us. Because you
have a different child, your reactions change, you’re very enthusiastic about
your child. When people asked me how Cindy was doing, I used to say something
like: ‘Ah well, the same”. Now I say: “She’s doing great!!!” Our friends indeed
see the change in Cindy and ourselves, it just shows that things at home are
fine. We had a lot of tests done, and finally, after three years, they found
something. It’s not just that it now has a name and that you know what’s wrong
with your daughter, but it also has a remedy for it, which gives Cindy a whole
new future. What that future brings we’ll just wait and see, but fairy-tales do
exist, for us, and I hope for others.
Monique and Frank, Cindy's parents