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8:30PM CST - This past week I was in Vegas with a client demoing some products we have been working on and the show went great. Saturday night the show wrapped up and we were planning a night of fun with some gambling. I cracked open my first beer sitting is a very nice suite at the Wynn and my phone started ringing. I noticed it was my wife so I thought it was our normal evening call we have when I am out of town. I answered and I could immediately tell from the sound of her voice something was wrong. She said, "Jeff, Brandon has just had a seizure and we are taking him to Children's Mercy so you need to get the fastest flight home." My reply was, "WHAT?" She repeated it and said his fever was 104 and he wasn't responding much.

8:45PM CST - At this point I have walked with my 20lbs laptop, if you can call it that but my legs would disagree, from the Wynn to the Treasure Island where I was staying back and have packed frantically. I knew there was a flight to Kansas City at 9:30PM CST, so I was in the room for about 3 minutes and back downstairs to get a cab. My mind was all over the place because I had no clue what was going on and what the status of my son was.

8:55PM CST - I am in a cab at this point heading to the airport so I had time to call to get an update. My stepfather answered and told me that they were running test now and things were getting better. My stepfather is a doctor, Internal and Nuclear Medicine, and Michelle and Brandon were at their house, thank God. Now I have to get to the airport and on that flight. He told me he would call as soon as he has more details.

9:10PM CST - I am talking to the Southwest representative telling him my story and seeing if I can get on the flight, he placed me on stand by and let me know the flight was 10 minutes delayed (God looking out for me, I think so). So now I have to run through the airport to get to C18, which requires a tram ride. On the tram, people were looking at me funny because I am covered with sweat and can my glasses are fogged up.

9:25PM CST - I get to the terminal where I go to see if I can get on the flight. The representative gives me a seat in B assignment and tells me we will be in his prayers. It is amazing how people are when others are in need. I walk over and see the owners of the company I am working for and they ask what I am doing here since my flight was in the morning. I try to get it out, but I can't, I just started crying. This is the first time I can really digest what is going on and talking to someone I know makes these emotions come out. I finally get my composure and explain what I know. These guys are great and they were very awesome about how they handled the situation.

9:45PM CST - I am on the flight and they are about to close the door. I have no clue what is going on and everything that could possibly have happened is running through my head. My phone starts vibrating as they announce to shut off my phone, but they can just wait. My dad says everything has tested OK and that because of the spike in his fever, the seizure happened. It has a name, but I am not sure what it is. He also said his fever is going down and they have been cleared to leave so I need to meet them in Clinton because that is where they are going. This is the best news I have had all night and I can't do anything but thank God.


1:15AM CST - I am in my car now after landing and riding the bus to the parking lot. My wife called about 2 minutes after I got off the flight letting me know the major highway was closed from Kansas City to Clinton and I would have to drive around it. Brandon was sleeping and everything was OK, but his fever was still 102. I had to stop for gas and coffee because I was dead tired.

3:20AM CST - I arrive in Clinton and get to my parents house. I go straight to bed cause nothing is going on.

5:15AM CST - Brandon wakes up and I jump straight out of bed. My wife says she has never seen me move so fast. Even though his cry was normal, that is not what I heard. I ask Michelle if he sounds different, and she tells me no and to go back to bed. I thought I would get a couple more minutes of sleep or just try to wake up.

8:00AM CST - Grandma and Brandon are playing hide-and-seek and he comes strolling in the room. I see him out of the corner of my eye and say, "Hey, buddy". He got the biggest smile and came running over to me. This was all I prayed for. Brandon's fever had gone down to 98-100 throughout the day and he was acting like nothing happen.


Today his fever came back up to 102, but we had an follow up appointment with our doctor and he said everything checked out fine that some children will seizure with high fever and we need to keep him on Mortin until it settles down. Since Saturday he has not had another seizure and is just tired and wants to be held. I am so glad everything turned out OK.

Posted on Monday, July 24, 2006 7:44 PM | Back to top

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Jeff I'm so glad that things are looking up with Brandon. Some friends of ours had the exact same thing happen with their little guy, and I know how painful and frustrating it was for them. We'll keep you guys in prayer as well while he's recovering.

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We had this experience with my youngest son, although I guess I was lucky because I was just at work, not out of town. This happened when he was about 1 years old, and I will tell you he is almost 19 now, and recovered just fine. I'm sure Brandon will be the same. In the meantime, we're praying for you.
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I had one of those calls you hate to get while out doing some yardwork. After having severe headaches, my five year old son had been out to the doctor that morning for a CT scan. They thought it was probably nothing, but a persistent nurse practitioner wanted to make sure and had him come in for the test. I'm incredibly glad she was so adamant.

Before my family arrived home, the doctor's office called to inform us that everything was not OK, he had a tumor. Our world was turned upside-down. Less than 48 hours later he was in surgery where they pulled out a nearly golf ball sized mass from the back of his head. Cerebellar, not cerebreal. Took a very long week for him to regain consciousness after the procedure. Man were we thankful at that point that he came back around. That was hellishly difficult for us to watch, not knowing what he would be like after surgery, or if he would wake up at all.

After that first glimmer of consciousness, he recovered pretty quickly. His motor skills were slightly affected, and afterwards his food preferences changed a bit, (and understandably he now has a fear of hospitals), but so far four years later that has been the extent of the impact. We attribute the excellent outcome to lots of intense prayer.

Hopefully for your little guy there's no other root cause than fever. Probably your doctor has been thorough in checking for any other neural disorder. If there's any additional indication that his motor skills or speech are in any way compromised, or that he has severe headaches (especially ones that begin when he's sleeping, but magically go away once he is up for about 10 minutes) then definitely have him get a CT scan. It becomes an incredibly better prognosis the earlier you can find an issue like this.

All the best,

Left by Lorin Thwaits on Jul 25, 2006 4:02 AM

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They believe it is a viral infection due to some soars in his mouth and the other symtoms. Luck we know what is going on with his head as we have had 2 CT Scans and 1 MRI in the past year for the fluid he has around the brain. They only thing wrong now is a little fluid left and a small piece of fat in an inapprable area of the brain that the neurosurgien told us not to worry about.

I am glad to hear your son is OK and I don't know how you could survive that as a father, I would have been a complete mess for a very long time.
Left by Jeff Julian on Jul 25, 2006 4:08 AM

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Jeff, you've experienced my worst nightmare. I'm glad to hear he's doing ok. Glad to hear you're doing ok too.
Left by BlogusMaximus on Jul 25, 2006 6:28 AM

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Goodness gracious! How you even found the strength to share that story is beyond me. I'm sick to my stomach just living it through your words. I'm a father of three small boys (ages 6, 3 and 2) myself and can understand the terror.

I'm relieved that it sounds like he's doing better. Your family will remain in our prayers.

Left by George on Jul 25, 2006 6:33 AM

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Jeff, what a story. I'm very glad to hear that he is doing better.
Left by Lance Robinson on Jul 25, 2006 9:46 AM

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i sincerely hope everything is cool..
Left by sanjay on Jul 25, 2006 9:59 PM

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Glad to hear that he turned out okay. Reading your post, I couldn't help but imagine myself in your shoes. I think you showed a lot of composure.

Left by Robert W. Anderson on Jul 26, 2006 7:54 AM

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