I am a married 35-year-old woman and a stay-at-home mother of three young daughters—ages 4, 7, and 10. I live in a small town on the New Hampshire seacoast. I’ve always been extremely healthy and active. Last November 12th, I woke up and my joints were aching, especially my hips, knees, and ankles. I had just started an intense walking program, so my first thought was that I had “overdone” it. Each day, I felt progressively worse, and I finally made a doctor’s appointment after suffering for about a week.
At the doctor’s, I described my symptoms. He said that he thought my symptoms indicated “stress.” He took some blood work to rule out rheumatoid arthritis and sent me home with a prescription for ibuprofen and the advice that I should consider going on antidepressants to eliminate the symptoms of “fibromyalgia.” I felt devastated because I was sure something was wrong with me.
I continued to feel worse and worse every day. I began to feel more nauseated and exhausted than I can describe. Worse yet, my doctor had made me feel that it was “in my head” even though I told him that I did not feel depressed and was under very little stress!
After getting sicker and sicker, I finally made another appointment 10 days later. The nurse practitioner took one look at me and noticed how jaundiced I looked. Also, my stools had become pasty looking and my urine quite dark. I thought I was just dehydrated from not eating for so long. She took blood work to determine if I had hepatitis and what type. I knew absolutely nothing about hepatitis at this point. I was just relieved that I had a diagnosis for what was wrong with me. She then described the ABCs of hepatitis. I immediately assumed that I had hep A because I am in a category not considered “at risk” for the other types. Two days later, she called back with the results that I had hepatitis B. I felt as if my whole world had caved in.
My husband had to be tested. During the two days that we had to wait for the results, I felt that everything I believed about my marriage had to be a lie. When the results came back negative on my husband, he had to receive immunoglobulin because I had potentially infected him. I then had my two older daughters begin the vaccination series (my youngest had completed the series).
During the approximately six weeks that I felt so sick with this infection, I was so ill that I couldn’t even take care of my kids. This whole experience was so incredibly demoralizing and humiliating. I believe that most people know nothing about hepatitis—I know I didn’t. If I had known that I had even the minutest chance of becoming infected with hep B, I would have run to my doctor’s to get immunized. I’ve never felt so ill.
I can’t describe how it felt to have to wait for six months to finally have the blood work done to rule out the chance that I had become a chronic carrier. No amount of reassurance from the nurse practitioner could convince me that my chance was minimal and that I would be chronic. After all, I was considered at no risk for ever having hep B at all!
In June, I received my blood work results and the knowledge that I have completely recovered from hep B. I thank God for that. But I’m still dealing with the after-effects of what I went through. My husband and I went to a counselor to deal with the stress that this whole situation placed on our marriage and how angry my husband felt because I hadn’t trusted him. I feel sick at the thought that during the time of my acute infection, I could have infected my children or my husband.
This virus has such a stigma attached to it! I stopped telling anyone that I had been infected with hep B.
If my story makes even one person reconsider and have their child or themselves immunized, then it will make me feel better.
Over one-third of all people who are infected each year with hep B are in the “no risk” category for infection. I’m one of them, and even a year later, I’m trying to put my horrible experience behind me. No one should ever have to suffer through being infected with this virus— it is totally preventable with a series of three shots. “No risk” living is a meaningless term. If you go to the dentist, borrow a toothbrush, get your ears pierced, get a manicure, or engage in countless other mundane activities, you could become infected.
I hope my story helps convince people to get their children and themselves immunized. No one should have to go through what I went through.
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