Remembering children lost to vaccination
1. Remembering a child lost to vaccination.
On the 23rd of February 2012, I lost a 12 year old friend. I do
not even have the permission to write his name on my wall. He breathed his last
at 11:29PM on that day in the ICU of a five star hospital in my city,
Bhubaneswar.
Two years earlier, when he was
10, he suffered minor scratches from a fall from his bicycle. I objected
vehemently when his family members wanted to give him a tetanus shot. But they
gave him anyway. He was soon dragging his feet
and I suspected the beginnings of the dreaded Guillain Barre Syndrome. I fought
with his doctor but he said this was "normal". But they admitted this
"normal" child into a pediatric hospital and battled his "normal
illness" for 16 days.
He then suffered from acute arthritis in that very leg. I
advised his mother to keep him on ayurveda. His family however, after a year
and a half when his condition expectedly worsened, took him to another
pediatrician. He kept him, unknown to the family, on steroids and chemotherapy!
When he ultimately fell sick each and every hospital in the city refused him
admission till he collapsed and was taken to the ICU of a corporate hospital
and kept on a ventilator. We prayed for his death as we knew that if he slipped
into a coma, the entire family would be ruined just to try and keep him alive.
All the doctors of our city agreed to what we did.
Fortunately this child breathed his last at 11:29PM on the 23rd
of February. He was cremated that night in Puri.
His mother has already lost her husband. This was her only
child. This child of 12 was my friend.
Tomorrow I will write about how a small child died even after I
repeatedly informed her parents that her illness was due to vaccines and that
she should not be vaccinated anymore.
2. Story of a girl who died from vaccines;
Yesterday I had promised to write about a girl child who died because her parents refused to listen to my warnings.
It was in the year 2009 or maybe
2010. I came across a family living near my office. They had a small child who
was extremely charming. However when I was playing with the child I noticed she
would sometimes become flustered and would switch off and become a little
panicky at times. It struck me as odd. I inquired from the parents whether she
was being vaccinated. They assured me that they were doing their best and that
the child was getting all her shots. I told them maybe it was not a good idea.
I also told them I was not comfortable seeing an otherwise calm child getting
panicky and flustered all of a sudden. The parents said they noticed it too but
their doctor said it was normal and nothing to worry about. My colleague who
was with me signalled to me I should not talk to them anymore. When I asked her
later why she did that she replied the girls father was a pharmacist and that
the mothers father was a chief district medical officer. I instinctively feared
for the child.
It was some months before I could
see the child again. I could instantly notice that her skin was discoloured in
patches and that the child was not her usual chirpy self. When I inquired the
mother said the doctor attributed it to an ayurvedic oil they were applying on
the child and had asked to stop it. I asked for it and saw it was Vit A D oil.
I once again told the parents that vaccinating the child was not a good idea.
They stared at me and said nothing. My instinct told me the child was in
danger. But I could sense the parents were not ready to listen to me.
A year passed by. I had told my
colleague who stayed near the family to keep an eye on the child. One day she
suddenly called me, the child is acting crazy please come. I immediately
rushed. I found the mother crying and when I saw the child I felt my hands and
feet go cold. The child was in a state of complete shock. It was simply staring
ahead, her eyes agape, and shivering all over. Her face was like she was seeing
a ghost in front of her. She had been like this the whole night. I immediately
asked if she had received any vaccine recently. Her mother simply said,
yesterday morning.
I was angry; very angry. I
immediately called up the IAP state head. I had already told him earlier about
the child. This time I blasted him. We argued for around 40 minutes over phone.
He simply refused to take responsibility. But he spoke to the mother and took
down the name of the pediatrician attending to the child. After I put down the
phone I told the parents firmly that vaccines should stop if they wanted their
child to live. They had listened to my conversation with the IAP chief. They
appeared in two minds. I told the mother I wanted to meet her father - the
CDMO. She hesitated and told me, he is a very strict and adamant person. I said
I had seen many such people and I was not bothered. But they did not give his
number.
In the night when I was at home I
received a call from the childs pediatrician. He was very polite. What was the
vaccine, I asked him. The Pentavalent, he replied. Man, I told him, are you
crazy? Do you know it is killing children the world over? Yes, he admitted, but
those deaths have not been linked to the vaccine. I told him if you give
another shot I will report you. He said he was not bothered, I could do what I
wanted. I kept down the phone.
Next day I prepared a dossier and
handed it over to the parents. Show this to your CDMO father I told the mother,
and I beg of you please do not vaccinate again. This strategy too did not work.
The CDMO went through the papers but he reposed trust on the vaccines. Vaccines
are essential, it seems he said. I mentally gave up on the child. I am sorry
little one, I thought, I have failed to protect you.
The child continued to suffer.
Hospitalization became the norm. The parents went from one doctor to another. I
learnt later that the child was diagnosed with a serious immune system
disorder. I wanted to see the child but my colleague dissuaded me. You cannot
bear to see the condition of the child. It has completely transformed.
The child was taken to the AIIMS,
Delhi. I called up a doctor I knew there and giving him the name of the child
asked him if he could do something. It is a ocean here, he said, but I will try
to locate the child. I did not hear from him again. I later heard the child was
admitted in an immunology institute. They probably gave their verdict that it
was a hopeless case. The next call I received was my colleague telling me that
the child had passed away. I called up the IAP chief and congratulated him.
The mother of the child lost her
mental balance and had to be admitted. Yet another child lost, another family
ruined because of a medical miracle. The IAP chief is now the owner of a
flourishing pediatric hospital.
2 comments
We all lost our mind to see things and ask questions!!