The book I was referring to in my post from last night was Saving Sammy: Curing the Boy Who Caught OCD, by Beth Alison Maloney. I sat down to read at 6pm and finished it a few hours later. I swear, I meant to get off the couch and work on my final exams, but it just didn’t happen. I was really taken aback by how much this book affected me.
Maloney’s son Sammy inexplicably developed OCD-like symptoms after a move. At first she thought he was acting strange under stress due to the move and divorce from Sammy’s father, but the symptoms continued to worsen and the medications didn’t help. Sammy’s compulsions grew worse and worse to the point where he was uncontrollable, it took him forever to do anything, and he could not attend school. As a single mother, Maloney’s hand were full caring for Sammy and desperately trying to get to the bottom of his illness, and meanwhile, she had a son away at boarding school and a younger son at home.
Sammy saw many doctors, but it wasn’t until he met with one doctor in particular that they came across a possible diagnosis: PANDAS, or Pediatric Autoimmune Neuropsychiatric Disorders Associated with Streptococcal Infections. Apparently, Sammy had asymptomatic strep, and this was causing his OCD and Tourette’s-like behaviors. Finally, with the support of this and another new doctor, Sammy was finally put on a course of medications that seemed to help. Of course, there were more ups and downs, but by controlling the strep with antibiotics, Sammy was able to return to his previous self. The book ends off with him attending the same boarding school where his older brother went, and getting straight As.
What was so disturbing about this book was that few of the doctors really understood what was going on with Sammy, and since there wasn’t a lot of literature out there on PANDAS, they simply didn’t look into it as a possible cause. It was also horrifying to read about how Sammy was so destroyed by his compulsions. Maloney describes instances where it took him over an hour to get from one room to another, simply because he had so many rituals that he had to go through. He would finally get to the next room, but sweaty and exhausted. Can you imagine living your life that way? I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that would be, and when I think about how his mother must have felt, well… there are no words.
I think this book hit close to him with the topic of disbelieving doctors since my mother went through a similar experience a few years ago. There is a tendency to believe that doctors are these all-knowing entities, but really, they’re human too and they can’t be expected to know everything. Sammy’s story made me think of the saying, “When you hear hoof beats, think horses, not zebras.” First off, that’s a pretty Euro-centric saying. But that’s neither here nor there. In Sammy’s case, the doctors were mostly thinking “horses” and I don’t blame them. But when “horses” consistently failed, they should have moved onto “zebras.” Does that make sense? I guess my point is that while horses are more common where we are, that doesn’t mean that zebras don’t exist. You should never deny the existence of zebras because you never know when one will start galloping towards you.
And that’s the end of my tangent…