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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Friends 'till the End...

We were asked to share our experiences in relation to toxicology and the drugs involved. Upon reading the topic, one person popped out of my mind - MANUEL.

    To transfer from one school to another will be difficult for a kid to adjust. New faces, new environment, new teachers, and most of all, new classmates. I spent my nursery and preparatory years from a school so different from my elementary institution. That is, my mom enrolled me to this primary school which is much closer to our home.
    As soon as the class started, my chest is filled with confusion, fear, and the most, nervousness. I can hear my heart pounding next to my ear when my older cousin guided me to my classroom assignment. I can see the heads of my new classmates turn and stare as I walk by the teacher's table and as I try to find a seat. Sadly, most of the seats are occupied and I guess, everyone then knows each other a lot than I do, so nobody would offer to be a seatmate.

    As I walk by the isle, I found an unoccupied desk (Seats with tables in a typical elementary classroom.) at the back. I hurried and sat eagerly to comfort myself. I wondered why our schedule is so early yet the teacher is not yet starting her orientation. Well, I guess it's just the start of the class and her co-teachers are still chatting, probably sharing the things that happened during the summer vacation.

    So the time passed and still, the teacher isn't starting yet. As I try to roll my eyes in the four corners of the classroom, I found a bag next to me. I tried my best not to think negatively, but this thought keeps on circling my mind:  "Whoa! I'm not alone in this desk. Oh my gosh. I hope he or she's not wicked. hohoh..."

    Okay, so my "seatmate" isn't showing up yet.  I really can't think of a way to counteract if ever he or she will bully me or something. Based from the color and appearance of the bag, a red backpack, a non childish red bag, I can tell that the owner is someone older and probably a guy. But what if she's a girl and she just wanted to have a boyish image? Too much thinking. Blah.

    As I observe my classmates, I came to see someone so tall entering the classroom. He's almost like at the same grade as my cousin - grade 5. He is silently walking, not looking at anybody, walking, walking, walking towards me! Oh gosh, my seatmate! I got scared because he is too serious and seemed so angry. He made his way near our desk, he sat, and he didn't even say a single word. I was relieved. *sigh*

    Great! He is not wicked and he did not bully me. So, does this mean we can be friends? I was about to approach him when our teacher came and she eventually started the orientation. So she goes talking and talking while she disciplines my other classmates about their behavior. She's too busy handling us, first graders, who seem to have hangovers yet about the vacation.

    Upon the discussion and lecture writing, my seatmate talked and asked me about some of the words  he can't understand. I was puzzled by the way how his voice was blurry and he can't seem to pronounce other words clearly. Almost all words seem to sound like "M" and "N" and sometimes "Ng" and full of air - moat (boat), mincnure (picture), ngoloh menhil (color pencil).
     I faced him. A bit shocked, I saw his upper lip torn up to his nose with his tooth shown differently big. As a first grader, I don't know how to react. I don't know what to say. I just stared at him bluntly and turned my head back to our teacher again. I felt sad, ;( really. But i came to a thought, even if he's like that, he still manage to go to school, study, and interact with people. The most, he's kind and doesn't take grudges to other students that tease him about his appearance.

    From then on, Manuel and I became buddies. ^___^

     I told my mom about my new friend, Manuel. I told my mom about his condition and she asked me who's Manuel's parents are. As I began telling my mom, she seemed to know who they are, so I asked her. She also told me how and why Manuel turned out to be like that.


    I've known that Manuel's mom is sick and she needs medications that she was not aware what the side effects are. One of the drug that mom gave emphasis on was Dilantin. This drug, as my mom told me, was the main cause of Manuel's appearance - cleft palate.

     Through the years, Manuel and I were still friends. He became my older brother at school, because that's what he was to everybody in our class. He's older, really. :p

     As years went by, I've known that Dilantin is an antiepileptic drug. That is, to treat individuals with seizure disorders. The action of this drug involves lowering the action of the brain cells and activating the inactive site of sodium channels. This drug is also called Phenytoin Sodium. It's generic name. (To know more about Dilantin, Click Here)

     Based from MedicineNet, the dosage to be administered to patients is specific. Adjustments may be applied based on the measure of the drug in the circulation or blood. It may be administered once, twice or three times a day and taking this drug along with food may take in the chance of reducing its side effects. Elderly patients, need lower doses as well as persons with certain renal and hepatic disorders and diseases.

    According to Wikipedia Encyclopedia, Health library and MedicineNet, the drug Phenytoin has the following side effects:
  • Neurologic
  • Hematologic
  • Teratogenic
  • Gingival
  • Suicidal Risk
  • Immunodeficiency Disease
  • Autoimmune Disease
  • Carcinogenic
  • Dizziness, drowsiness, difficulty focusing (vision), unsteady gate, tiredness, abnormal involuntary movements, nausea, vomiting, constipation, abdominal pain, and loss of appetite.


Based from my experience, the main focus of the harsh effects of the drug is teratogenecity.teratogenic effects of the drug during the time his mom is pregnant. This condition is accompanied by Fetal Hydantoin Syndrome, which, according to Lucile Salter Packard Children's Hospital possesses the following birth defects: Manuel, as a child born with defects in the the palate as well as the lip and the nose, is a product of the
  • growth deficiency
  • developmental delay
  • cleft palate
  • certain facial characteristics
  • heart defects
  • genitourinary abnormalities
  • abnormalities of the fingers and nails
    The reason of these birth defects is the prevention of the primary sickness of Manuel's mother, which is epilepsy. Ingestion of this drug during the first trimester of pregnancy brings harsh effects to the fetus. This happens because the drug can cross to the placenta and it is metabolized by the baby, along with other nutrients coming from the mother.

    So Manuel, after undergoing an operation to correct his facial abnormality, lived normally. We are still friends until now and I guess, he is living a happy life with his parents. :)


To best understand the mechanism of Phenytoin/Dilantin, watch this:





References:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHgScJ13AUE

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Love amidst Imperfection ...


(TRH test, CRH test, GnRH test and GHRH test)

    The youth nowadays is the main focus of innovation; not only from the modernization of the society, here comes also the change in beliefs and ways of living. These modifications also affect the perception of the teenage population about LOVE.
     The questions here are: Who can live without love? Is love can be measured by just feeling happy or by just seeing things the right way? Or, it can't be, 'cause you believe that love should be given unconditionally?
     I guess, nobody really understand the true meaning of love unless they experience it. Yes. Many of us, youth today, rely on the visible characteristics a person has, not minding the personality and the goodness he or she may possess. Ika nga ng iba, "di bale ng bobo at dragonesa, basta maganda o gwapo pwede na."
I want you to focus on this story which encompasses love, sacrifice and acceptance.

She may be the face I can't forget…
     I am Vanessa. When I was a kid, I used to be bullied not only by my classmates, but as well as my teachers and other people. That's because I'm limp, skinny, weak, not so intelligent and the most, UGLY. I really don't have friends, that's because, I guess, is about my physical appearance. Each day seemed to be like God didn't want me to live. I kept on asking my parents, "What did you do to me? Why am I so ugly and limp? Why my hands are so deformed and can't seem to have future in studying? WHY?!?"

     My mom explained that I have cretinism that started when I was a baby, so it's congenital. I can't seem to know about it. We went to the physician and he stated my clinical history. He said that my mom did not eat iodine rich foods while she's pregnant that's why I became like this. I was delivered at home so my parents thought I was normal. It's just late that they found out that I'm not growing well.  

     They sent me to the hospital and series of tests were done. One of the test that confirmed my sickness is Thyrotropin Releasing Hormone Test. This test is used to know if my hormones in the pituitary gland are stimulated by my hypothalamic hormones upon injection of the TRH. The doctor said that if my Thyroid Stimulating Hormone is activated and is increased, I'm normal. But sadly, it didn't. I have a dysfunctional hypothalamus.

They also said that I'm already 18 years old but my body is like that of a grade schooler. My physique has not changed. Meaning, I did not yet exhibit my secondary sexual characteristics. I'm delayed to puberty. These were known by a test known as Gonadotropin Releasing Hormone Test. They evaluated the levels of my sex hormones. My results are abnormally low.

     So much questions pop up my mind each time I wake up. After spending the night crying, I stood out of the bed and prepared for today's school. I tried motivating myself in front of the mirror and went to school so brave. 

     At school, I can see Mica's group from afar and I think they're looking at me. The nerve of that girl! I walked pass them and unexpectedly she shouted "Limpy!" and she tripped me off. I hit the ground and they walked away laughing. I was about to cry when I heard a voice from nowhere.  A so unfamiliar guy helped me stand and he introduced his self. "Hi! I'm Vince. I'm a transferee, are you alright?" Mesmerized, I can't seem to talk. "Yes, I'm ok now. Thanks! I'm Vanessa by the way."

     From then, Vince and I became friends. He took care of me and protected me from people who are fond of criticism.

     One day, he took me to their house. I met his parents and siblings. Among his two sisters, one of them is his favorite. She is Monique, his little angel. Vince love him so much and he takes care of her like she's a precious thing. Vince told me that Monique is sick. I felt sad because I know what it feels to be like one. She has Cushing's Syndrome. "Monique", Vince said, "Of all people to acquire that sickness, why could it be you?"

     I've read about cushing's syndrome myself. I've found out that it is diagnosed by the use of Dexamethasone. This is used to know if the person tested will have normal to elevated cortisol hormones if that steroidal compound is not suppressed by low doses, but is suppressed by high doses in the body. MRI will confirm the result. Oh God, please help us.

     After years of friendship, Vince told me that he loves me. I don't want to believe at first but he suddenly hugged me like he don't want to let go. So I said, I loved him too, since the day we first met. (hihi)

     Vince and I got married last January 18 2009. I know most of the people around us will think that we can't have a child, but yes. They are correct. We decided to adopt a child and found out that he's also sick. OH GOD. haha.

     He has growth hormone releasing hormone deficiency. He undergone Growth Hormone Stimulation Test. This test measures the ability of the GHRH to stimulate the Growth hormone. This is by the use of Arginine injection. If the level of the growth homone elevated or normalized, there is no deficiency. Our adopted child, Joshua, was not able to normalize his levels. *sigh*

     To top it all, whatever the imperfection of my family, as long as there's love everything will follow. :)

May God Bless and Normalize us. haha. :D



Sincerely yours,
Vanessa Midget