This story is an emotionally charged account of one
little girls’ struggle with Lennox-Gestaut Syndrome, a severe form of epilepsy
and the problems that both the family and doctors faced due to barriers of both
culture and language. Lia Lee and her family were Hmong refugees from Laos.
They came to America in 1980 after escaping extremely harsh conditions
following the Indochina wars. The Hmong people in Laos were primarily rice and
opium farmers that lived in the mountains of Laos, Vietnam, and China. The
Hmong live isolated from other ethnic groups, even within their own countries.
The Hmong people have animistic beliefs and view all
illnesses as problems of the spirit, where Dabs, or evil spirits attack the
soul of the individual causing various physical afflictions as well as other
problems in life. Their healers are much like witchdoctors and use herbal
medicines as well as chanting while in a trance-like state coupled with animal
sacrifice to remove these evil Dabs through a bartering of souls.
The Hmong view of epilepsy is referred to as- the
spirit catches you and you fall down. Epilepsy, to them is a condition in which
the soul leaves the body and becomes temporarily lost.
None of Lia Lees’ family spoke English, so their
interactions with the doctors were very frustrating for both the Lees and the
doctors; especially since the Hmong had very little trust in the doctors that
stemmed largely from rumors and wives’ tales of doctors eating the brains of
organs of their patients.
Lias’ seizures were so severe and frequent that by the
age of 4 ½ she had been admitted to the hospital 17 times and had over 100
outpatient visits.
The parents were defiant, and either because of the
language barrier, their mistrust in the medical industry, or both- they failed
to to administer Lias’ medications on time or in the proper amounts. At times
they might dangerously increase one medication because they saw it made
improvements, or stop giving another medication entirely because they perceived
that they were hurting her. Other times they would stop giving her medications
entirely because they saw that she had responded well for a couple of weeks and
assumed that she was better and only should be on the medication while she was
ill. This was maddening for the doctors who felt that they could actually help
her if the parent would cooperate with the proper dosage and intervals of the
medications that she was prescribed. To be fair, those medications, dosages,
and intervals were constantly being changed and updated by the doctors, and
because of their inability to speak or read English, coupled with their
spiritual beliefs and mistrust for the doctors, this was a very difficult
regiment for the Lees to follow.
Eventually Lia was taken out of the Lees’ custody and
placed into foster care, by court order. This was very difficult on Lia and her
family, who despite ineptitude with the treatments, did love her very much. While
in foster care her condition began to worsen, this time not because of a
failure to follow instructions with medications, but perhaps because of Lia’s
emotional distress from being separated from her family. She was eventually
allowed to return to the custody of her family with the caveat of the Lees
having gone through counseling via interpreters and strict adherence to the
proper administering of medications.
Her family finally began giving correct amounts of
medicine and at the correct intervals, which they could tell via monitoring the
drug levels in her blood. Despite this, Lia continued to have regular seizures
and eventually had what her doctors referred to as “the Big One,” which came
very close to killing her. She suffered severe brain damage and was left in a
state of comatose.
The family was allowed to take her back home,
essentially to die in her home with her family instead of at the hospital. The
Lees gave her herbal medicines from plants that they grew in their driveway,
and had various spiritual treatments given to her by the Txiv Neeb, or the
witchdoctor/ healer that the Hmong people use for all of their illness. The
doctors assumed that she was imminently close to death and were continually
befuddled that she went on living. In fact, after a while she was in much
better shape physically than ever, as she had been obese her entire life, and
had lost a healthy amount of weight and was maintaining it. The brain damage
that she endured actually ended her epileptic seizures, so aside from being in
a vegetative state, she was in perfect health. “A perfect vegetable,” a doctor
had said. She continued to live with her parents, who doted on her, and stayed
with her 24 hours a day, for fear that the state would come and try to take her
away again. Unfortunately she never regained consciousness, but somehow, through
the care of her parents, she lived in that unconscious state until she finally
passed away on August 31st, 2012 at the age of 30, weighing only 47
pounds.
The chapters of the book alternate back and for the
between telling Lias’ story and describing the history and plight of the Hmong
people. The Hmong as farmers migrate among the mountainous regions doing what
they refer to as slash and burn agriculture, using the land until it is
depleted of nutrients and the burning the fields, which helps to replenish the
earth for later use. Because of the intense levels of difference between the
Hmong and American culture, many of the Hmong people feel a deep sense of roll
loss, as well as roll reversal; where in their culture the grandfather would
have the most important role in the society, but because of their difficulty in
assimilating, here the children often take on the most important roles because
of the ease in which they are able to adapt and learn the language. In addition to the struggles that the Hmong
deal with amongst themselves, they also receive a lot of vehemence directed at
them from locals, especially in Merced, California which has become a central
hub for the Hmong refugees which moved there in droves.
I'm struck by parallels with the suspicion and mistrust of medical science we've noted on the part of anti-vaxxers in our own culture, and the challenge it poses to medical practitioners not only to administer life-saving therapies but to break through barriers of background and communication. Illness may not be primarily an affliction of the spirit, but restoration of health is certainly a triumph of the spirit and the character of medical professionals willing to go the extra mile for their patients.
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