It Was Like the Vigor Had Suddenly Been Sucked Out of His Body. What Was It?
Surrounded by the detritus of a Thanksgiving dinner, the woman was loading the dishwasher when a loud thump thundered through the house. She hurried out of the kitchen to find her husband of 37 years sitting on the second-floor landing. Her son and son-in-law, an emergency-room doctor, crouched at his side. Her husband protested that he was fine, then began to scooch himself on his bottom into the bedroom. The two young men helped him to his feet. The man’s body shook with a wild tremor that nearly knocked him down again. “I was getting into bed and fell,” he explained — though the bed was too far away to make this at all likely. “Get some sleep,” the woman said gently once her husband was settled in the bed. “We’ll go to the hospital in the morning.”
Her daughter and son-in-law had arrived that morning and already mentioned the change they noticed in the 70-year-old senior. The normally gregarious man was oddly quiet. And the tremor he had for as long as they could remember was much more prominent. His hands shook so much he had trouble using his fork and ended up eating much of his Thanksgiving dinner with his fingers. And now this fall, this confusion — they were worried.
His wife was also worried. Just after Halloween, she traveled for business, and when she came back, her husband was much quieter than usual. Even more concerning: When he spoke, he didn’t always make sense. “Have you had a stroke?” she asked her first day home. He was fine, he insisted. But a few days later she came home from work to find his face covered with cuts. He was shaving, he said, but his hand shook so much that he kept cutting himself. “There is something wrong with me,” he acknowledged. It was Thanksgiving week, but she was able to get him an appointment at his doctor’s office the next day.
They were seen by the physician assistant (P.A.). She was kind, careful and thorough. After hearing of his confusion, she asked the man what day it was. “Friday?” he offered uncertainly. It was Wednesday. Could he touch his finger to his nose and then to her finger, held an arm’s length away? He could not. His index finger carved jagged teeth in the air as he sought his own nose then stretched to touch her finger. And when she asked him to stand, his entire body wobbled dangerously. “It’s all happened so quickly,” the man’s wife said. The P.A. reviewed his lab tests. They were all normal. She then ordered an M.R.I. of the brain. That, she explained, should give them a better idea of what direction to take. But, she added, if he falls or seems unsafe at any point, you should take him to the emergency room.
And so, early that Friday, the woman drove her husband to Danbury Hospital, the emergency room closest to the couple’s small Connecticut town. He walked in on his own. It was the last time he would walk without help for weeks.
Many Pink Pills
He was admitted to the hospital. Neurology was consulted and did an extensive work-up: blood tests, CT scans, an M.R.I., an EEG, a spinal tap. While there were some abnormalities, nothing explained his rapid mental and physical decline. There was no sign of infection or tumor. No evidence of seizures. His vitamin levels were normal. And the gastritis he had earlier that spring was responding well to a daily acid-reducing medication, pantoprazole.
