The heroes of Chelsea’s Hope that will not be forgotten

Taylor Nicole Mankins

Fort Worth, Texas
(Sep. 13, 1990 – Jan. 10, 2014)

Taylor Nicole Mankins, 23, passed away Friday, Jan. 10, 2014, in Fort Worth. Taylor was born Sept. 13, 1990, in Cleburne to Tim and Joy Beth Mankins. She was a graduate of Joshua High School in 2009. Taylor loved to dance, sing and especially spending time with her brother and sister. Taylor had an amazing and strong faith in the Lord. Survivors: Parents, Tim and Joy Beth Mankins of Joshua; sister, Shelby Mankins of Joshua; brother, Jayson Mankins of Joshua; grandparents, Marlene Shelley of Burleson, Carolyn Hurst of Burleson, Fred Mankins of Alvarado; aunts and uncles, Jon and Darla Shelley, Mike and Tina Moore, Roy Hurst Jr., Chandra Gable, Pam Gable, Lance and Darla Gable, Ellen Mundheim; numerous cousins, extended family and friends; her special loving pets, Zoe and Ellie.
Published in Star-Telegram on Jan. 12, 2014

Taylor was born perfectly normal and healthy in 1990. As she grew, so did our hopes and dreams for her. She excelled in nearly everything she put her mind to. She was a high performance child, always striving to perfect whatever it was she was doing. She has always loved to sing and dance and been a “social butterfly”, not knowing a stranger. She, from her earliest years has had an unshakable faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and has never been ashamed to tell anyone about Him. She has always been well-liked by most of the people who’s path she’s crossed and time and time again we’ve been complimented at what a sweet spirit she has. She’s a loving, huggy, hands on girl.

Late in her 4th grade year, I went to pick her up after school and as she walked toward the car, I noticed she had huge patches of hair missing from her head. For an entire year, she unknowingly and uncontrollably pulled her hair out while watching T.V. or sitting idly. We would find mounds of hair on the floor where she’d been. I had noticed that, to get her attention I would have to get between her and the T.V. but I thought she was tuning me out. She was embarrassed and ashamed of her appearance but was unable to stop. She always wanted to stand out and be noticed, but not in this instance.

In April of 2001, the day before Easter, Taylor was at the local Putt- Putt for a friend’s birthday party. She was playing a 3-D video game and went into a convulsive seizure. It was terrifying. I recognized what was happening but had no idea why. She had never had seizures before and, as far as I knew, had no reason to. I have no idea how long it lasted but it seemed like forever. I carried her to the bathroom and remember that I kept telling her to look at me and she would say “I am” but her eyes appeared to be pulling to the left. I helped her outside and we went to the emergency room. The ER doctors ran a CT scan and several other tests confirming that she had had a seizure and they sent us home with medication to help until we could see her doctor.

We were referred to a pediatric neurologist who gave her the diagnosis of Epilepsy and placed her on Zarontin. For an entire 9 months, she was seizure-free and the hair pulling stopped. She was doing great in the 5th grade, making good grades and winning contests, making friends and all the basics of a girl her age. She continued to sing and dance and was looking forward to playing the flute in band for her 6th grade year. We had to make several changes to her regular routine like…“NO bicycles, NO tree climbing, NO baths, NO contact sports and so on.”

I’m sure many reading this can relate. All in all though, her life maintained a good sense of normalcy until Christmas break of her 6th grade year. She was 11 years old and began complaining of jerking in her arm. I immediately suspected it was neurological and contacted her doctor. Here is where the challenge got challenging. Now the process of prescription elimination began. Zonegran was the first to be added to the mix and that is when we began to lose her. Her grades sank. She slept all the time and every aspect of normalcy in her little life began to slip. We tried her on multiple medications all to nearly no avail other than to further sedate her.

The seizures continued as did the jerking with very little relief until she was finally placed on Keppra which did help some and praise God, had no negative effect on her. That was a first. Every time her prescriptions changed, we lost a little more of her in an effort to stop the seizures. At times she was unable to get out of bed unassisted. We had to revert back to dressing her and tying her shoes and even helping her bathe. After months of having little seizure control, the doctor ordered a list of tests to rule out any rare disorders. We were assured that the odds of her having any of them were one in a million. Some tests took weeks and others months but one by one the results were called out to us “NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE.”

Then came the call that the last results were in and “The Doctor needs to see you.” I said why does he need to see me, you always tell me over the phone. She said we need to make an appointment and I said I know what this means. Just tell me, please don’t make me wait. I remember collapsing in the floor and screaming God, God…though you slay me, I will trust you. By the time we saw the doctor, I was already braced for what I would hear. The diagnosis of Lafora was confirmed through DNA testing and there was so little information that we were given pages copied straight out of medical dictionaries on similar disorders but very little on Lafora itself. We were given a morbid list of what to expect in the future and at that point, made the decision to answer any questions Taylor had but not to rob her of her hope. She knows that the doctors say she should get worse and worse and ultimately die from this but she also knows that our hope is in God and He has the final say. His word says that she is healed and that His plans for her are to prosper her and not to harm her. His plans for her are for hope and a future. His plan is that she live and not die to declare His works. These are the truths we cling to. This journey has been and continues to be the ultimate test of faith in our lives.

We have watched our once healthy, active, over-achiever be ravaged by a horrible disease. She has suffered multiple falls resulting in broken teeth and blacked eyes, busted lips and knots on her head. She has endured postictal paralysis and amnesia. She has been rushed by ambulance when the oxygen her convulsing body was taking in wasn’t enough to sustain her and most painful…she has lost the company of the friends she held so dear that don’t know how to deal with the battle she’s fighting. We watch her struggle through even the most menial tasks like brushing her teeth or buttoning a blouse. She stops mid process and fights to remember what she’s doing or what to do next. It has been in the last year or so that we’ve noticed the biggest change. Her mind knows that she is 18 and she has all the drive of an independent 18 year old but her mind functions as a young child and her body will not cooperate. She wants to participate in sports but her legs move much faster than her brain is able to process. She falls frequently as she continues to fight for her ability to dance and when she wakes in the mornings, she can scarcely hold the cup to take her medication due to the jerks and tremors. The seizures have become more violent and frequent and on a daily basis, she converses with voices that no one else can hear. She is a dainty, but strong 110 pounds that refuses to let this thing beat her.

She graduated from public high school in May of 2009 and has opted to go back for an additional year to take refresher courses in English and Math and to work on job skills. When she is discouraged, I remind her that she has the hope of better things ahead of her. We have witnessed her mind slip in and out of reality on a daily basis and her body fails her regularly but I have never seen her faith so strong. Faith is after all, the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. It is my strong belief that for every problem, God has provided a solution and for every disease, He has provided a cure. It is our job to seek out the matter. There is cause for hope in the treatment of this debilitating disease. It is my prayer that these doctors and scientists who work tirelessly to further this cause be blessed with wisdom and the finances to pursue the knowledge they gain.

God Bless,

Joy Beth Mankins- Mother of Taylor Mankins

Tatjana Gajic

Bosnia
(Passed in October, 2014)

 

Despite all of her suffering, caused by the cruel Lafora disease, she has a contagious spirit and a shining smile like lightening, that brightens life around her. Her large dark glowing eyes, full of gratitude for everyone nearby, shine great love and tenderness.

 

 

Tatjana was a healthy, good, noble girl. She was an excellent student, and liked to read so much that a new book would make her happier than a new dress. As a little girl she wanted to take ballet lessons, so she did. And later she wanted to dance and was delighted with every performance. She played tennis and skied so well that she was even advised to participate in competitions. She wanted to become a pediatrician someday so she could help other children…

One day, during the second half of her first year in high school, I got a phone call from her school: “Please come, Tatjana is not feeling well.” Surprised, and for a moment lost, I asked myself if I had understood. We were afraid to get a call from Milana’s school because she already had some problems, Tatjana was a healthy child, what cruel destiny was it? Unfortunately, we found out that she also had some kind of clonic seizures. Diagnostic procedures followed – MR and CT of the brain were all right, EEG showed a certain slow motion and changes, which should point to therapy.

Tatjana went back to school activities, but soon a second seizure followed. We left with both girls for a consulting check up to the Neurological Institute for children and youth in Belgrade. Professor Jovic and his associates got suspicious and ordered some gene tests, the diagnosis: MORBUS LAFORA (NHLRC1, EPM2B). DESPAIR, SADNESS, DISBELIEF. There are no neurological diseases in both of our families, but here we are dealing with the cruelest genetic lottery sequence of gene mutations from both parents. Only later, on the Internet we found a commentary of a parent: “OUR CHILDREN ARE SENTENCED TO DEATH, WITHOUT OUR GUILT.”

During these days in Belgrade we were hiding the cruel truth from the two of them, but they felt that there was something awful going on. I remember when Taca, during a walk, suddenly sat on the walkway and started to cry. She showed me a message she received from her schoolmate, a message of shining support and kindness. Her schoolmate wished that Tatjana would come back to school as soon as possible. I will never forget what her friends, during their first visit after we came back to Banjaluka, said: “Mrs. Snjezo, how could this happen to Tatjana, she is the best of all of us.” Only a child can say something like that and be so sincere, warm and noble. Even today, this kindness means a lot to Taca.

Unfortunately, Tatjana was headlong “decaying”, she didn’t reconcile with her destiny, refused food and, despite all efforts, she rapidly lost weight, and her immune system started to fail. During that winter she suddenly lost her favorite aunt who had been a great support to her. As a doctor, I am convinced that this additional stress gave her pneumonia a few days later. Three long months of agony started, a fight for her life, atelectazis, tracheotomy, secondary intra hospital infections… Taca, anyway, managed to win this battle. After leaving hospital, she never got back on her feet again, but has strength in every way, and hope for life returned. Right now unsolvable problems are often and painful colic because of frequent urination of kidney sand and stones.

There are days without pain, days when she’s happy for every move she makes while exercising. But, there are also days when she strongly wants to say something, participate in conversation, but saying even one word is hard, or even impossible. Those are perhaps the hardest moments and those tears hurt the most. Often she complains to her sister while she’s sitting next to her bed trying to read to her or to recount some of their old stories. Milana is often kicking us out of the room and whispering something on Tatjana’s ear. Sometimes, this whisper is loud enough for us to hear: “Come on, sis, give it a try, get out of this bed, do you know how much I miss you?” They teach us what patience and unconditional love are. Many friends have disappeared, phones got quiet, most of the time they are focused on each other. That’s not only our story; unfortunately, this is the destiny of almost every story of this kind. There are many reasons: discomfort, disbelief and fear of disturbance… The truth is that it’s very difficult to be friends with someone who has lost a big part of himself or herself. But, believe us, a great part is still there and it is going to remain there for a long time. You should not judge a book by its covers, you have to gain strength and give it a try… They need friends, relatives, neighbors to fight in this hard battle, but we are not saying this as a criticism, but as an encouragement…

Hope and a will to live have returned to Taca and for sure she has a lot of resources not easy to be destroyed. Every day we are feeding her hope, which she surely needs as much as food itself. This hope is being transferred to her through stories of how Professor Jovic, Professor Minassian, Professor Escueta… are going to make “vitamins” which will strengthen her muscles so she will be able to swim again, all the way to the buoys. These great enthusiasts are working hard and they are convinced to be on the best way to reach a solution.

WITH ANY KIND OF INVOLVEMENT IN OUR FIGHT, YOU ARE HELPING US TO BUY TIME – THE ONLY DISPUTE THING

– Provided by Tatjana Gajic’s Family

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Sonam Ahmed

Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom
(1991-September 15, 2008)

Since the age of 7 Sonam lived with her mother sister and brother. Sonam was the oldest of the 3 siblings. Sonam was born in 1991. We live in Nottinghamshire. In the United Kingdom. Beloved Sonam Ahmed ended up in hospital just 6 weeks before her 14th birthday. The primary diagnosis being epilepsy. Four and a half months into her hospital stay Sonam was diagnosed with lafora. As a devastated mother my world had fell apart, Sonam was my right hand person. Words could not express the heart ache and grief I had felt. I felt I had been stabbed in the heart. How could my right hand person have a medical condition for which there was no cure? Sonam loved writing and reading, her handwriting was so immaculate. At her junior school she won the hand writing competition 3 years in a row. Sonam, loved dancing music and makeup she loved dressing up. Most of all she loved spending her mothers hard earned cash on Fashion and jewelry. Sonam was beautiful and vibrant and very popular amongst her friends. My little girl wanted to be a barrister. My little girl had a diary for every year of her life since the age of ten. Sonam was an ordinary girl with extordinery talent. She wasn’t blessed with a life.

As a teenager Sonam went to Chilwell School in Nottinghamshire. My daughter loved school and loved her friends. During the most difficult years of Sonam’s life, when she was doing really, really poorly and she was even unable to make facial expression, her friends continued to visit her. That’s what I call true friendship and commitment from her friends.

During the three years she remained in poor condition. Lafora robbed my child of her liveliness and it robbed her of the precious years of her life. Sonam fought against being in a wheel chair she fought against being fed via a g-tube. During the last 11 months of my daughters life she was completely bed ridden. There was no facial expression and lots of anti epileptic drugs had been tried but there were few that suited her. Sonam ended up in intensive care on at least 3 occasions and just before she died she was pronounced brain dead. My daughter gave up her fight for life on the 15th September 2008. My eyes cry the tears of sadness and my heart weeps for the girl I had hopes and aspirations for.

One day I asked my daughter if there was anything that she wanted that I could buy for her. Sonam’s words were, “I want a life mum and you can’t give me that.” I felt so small I couldn’t give my daughter a life which was a basic human right.

More recently Chilwell School have put up a memorial for Sonam and foxwood special school did the same for her. We, the family would like to thank the schools in being part of Sonam’s life when she most needed schooling. From being a perfect teenager her behaviour became some what challenging and both schools tried really hard with her to keep her in school as long as possible.

We had to move house into a bungalow as Sonam began to struggle to get up the stairs. Moving home into a bungalow was a financial struggle as we had already moved home 16 months ago. Not everyone is in the same fortunate situation as us.

My heartbreak does not stop there. To add to my distress, Sonam’s two younger siblings were also diagnosed with lafora. I brought 3 beautiful children into this world however I did not expect to bury my children during the time that I am alive. The hardest thing of all is that my children want a life, they want to go out in the big wide world and live, and they may never get that opportunity.

– Submitted by Sonam’s mother, Shekeela Ahmed

Rebecca Cotton

(February 17, 1990-March 1, 2016)
Cape Cod, Massachusetts

It is with heavy hearts that our family has to announce that Becky has lost her life fighting this horrible disease. She was so strong and brave during these past years. We all could not be more proud of her. She passed peacefully with her family there.

Our prayer is that no more families have to suffer at the hands of this horrible disease. Thank you to everyone who has prayed, supported the cause, and supported our family. We could never thank everyone enough.

 

We would love for you to meet our daughter, Rebecca Cotton, ’Becky’ as her family and friends call her.

 

 

 

Becky is a beautiful spirit who loves her family, has a smile that lights up a room, and whatever anyone needs, Becky is there…always. Her dream was to be a Marine Biologist since she was a little girl, her love for animals shows from the tiny lady bugs that sit on a window sill that she would gently carry to the outdoors to her precious cats and guinea pigs she has at home. We have a large blended family, Becky has her Mom and Dad, (Monna & Jim) a step-Mom (Lynn) and four sisters with many aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins and nephew. Recently, Becky was diagnosed with Lafora Disease, Becky is 20 years old and has been getting progressively worse since she was first diagnosed with JME at the age of 17. Becky’s first seizure was in August of 2007, though she had also begun to change since about 14 years of age. Her grades began to drop and her personality was changing. Becky also was very outgoing, loved family vacations in Maine and NH, canoeing, also cheerleading for her school and belonged to Mass. Maritime swim club. Those next years were so very hard, not knowing what was happening to our daughter. (we now believe she was having a lot of activity in her mind) because she would often complain that there was too much noise and she couldn’t concentrate and at some point around fifteen she had a lot of trouble waking up for school. It is very hard to know what you are seeing and it was put off as being clumsy, until the following summer when (the jerks) began to happen more frequently. We went to Children’s Hospital in Boston – her Neurologist became increasingly concerned, genetic testing was done as well as a skin biopsy.

Then we were told sadly, it was in fact Lafora. Even knowing the possibility that this could be the diagnosis, and the symptoms that we see in Becky a little more each day it was paralyzing to hear the words from her doctor. We will continue the fight to do what we can to help raise awareness of this horrific disease always knowing that Becky is surrounded by love, strength and hope from her family and friends.

 

 

Becky’s favorite saying is ’DREAM’ – and that is exactly what we are doing!

– Provided by Becky Cotton’s Parents