Meningitis, Meningococcal and Pneumococcal touch many families across Australia every year. Every story will bring tears to your eyes – This is the reason Meningitis Centre Australia is here. Read their life-changing story below! These combined experiences are powerful testimony to support disease awareness and prevention at a national level.
Meningitis touches many families across Australia every year.
Below are personal stories from Australians who have faced meningitis.
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Roger complained of a headache one night at about 8.00pm as he was on his way to bed. I tucked him into bed and told him I would check on him later. When it was time to check him, he had fallen asleep and I decided against waking him. Later that night at about midnight, Roger woke complaining of an intense headache and started to vomit.
When we got to the hospital I was taken to intensive care, what I saw is forever burned into my memory. My baby was hooked up to what seemed like tons of cords and her whole body was as purple as a plum. I was told that she had meningococcal septicaemia. The doctors and nurses were doing all they could.
In the end we were flown to a strange interstate city where we knew no one and we thought we might not bring Nathaniel home again.
At 3am the doctor came in and confirmed that Riley had pneumococcal meningitis and outlined what the treatment would be.
My very vivid memory of the grave look on the doctors faces did not fill me with a great deal of confidence, coupled with the statement that they “will do all they can”.
When Chloe was seen by the doctors in the early stages of the disease she was checked many times for neck stiffness, which she did not have. She only showed signs of neck stiffness much later in the course of the infection. I think it is important to point out that the symptoms of meningitis do not all occur and don’t always occur at the same time.
What happened to me was one thing. Yet what has happened every day of my life ever since is far more profound. The intense pain of my hospitalisation and the complications I experienced have faded in my memory, but the struggle of life in a wheelchair, of public reactions to my disability, to the beaurocratic processing of getting back into the workforce, and getting my license back has taken an immense period of my young life to adapt to.