What's the recovery rate to this? My, good friend has recently diagnosed at children's hospitial, and she is only 15
start here http://www.hepnet.com/hepa.html A lot of information also the google search http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&q=hepatitis+a&spell=1 I don't know much about it besides that it attacks the liver. I hope your friend gets better.
Man, i just went to the post wink posted, man that sucks, hope your friend gets better, do you know how she got it?
Hepatitis A is acute hepatitis, transmitted through the fecal-oral route (usually spread by unsanitary food workers), and is the most common and least fatal form of hepatitis. People usually get over the disease in a couple of months, and the body becomes immune to Hep A after being infected. The death rate is less than .4% though, so I wouldn't be worried too much about your friend, although she'll miss out on a good chunk of her summer vacation...
A-Train, do you know if your body once it becomes immune to any hepatitis's that you cant ever get them again? Sort of like with colds, like if u get a cold you will never have that same cold again because your body recognizes it before it starts.
a hep A infection provides immunity only against future hep A infections. I'm not sure about the other forms of hepatitis, so you'll have to check up on that
I think you get A from bad oysters or something. B and C are blood transfused. Not to make light of the situation, but I wouldn't worry at all. At her age, doctors will be able to grow her a liver and the procedure would be a simple one-day out patient surgery. Wouldn't recommend drinking alot of alcohol though.
I've thought about posting this before...here goes... I caught hepatitis A eating shellfish at a seafood restaurant chain when I was 3 years old. My fever rose like crazy, and my doctor told my parents to give me aspirin to hold it down...that worked against my liver, unfortunately and I began to bleed internally. On October 31, 1977, I got far worse. I was passing a ton of blood. They called my doctor that night and he suggested they bring me to his office the next morning. He told them that a little blood looks like a lot. The next morning, I didn't have the strength to move at all..unable to even hold my head up. The doctor sent me immediately to Texas Children Hospital. Immediately I was put into intensive care...my understanding is your blood count is supposed to be around 12...mine was at 3 (i don't know what that means, but i know it doesn't sound good!). The doctors told my parents they couldn't put blood back into me fast enough to make up for all I had lost. They said it would cause my heart to go into arrest and I would certainly die. I was completely in a coma by this point...just lying on the bed. The doctors kept telling my mom, "do you understand what we're saying here? we can't do anything." My father paced in the waiting room...he couldn't stand being in there. My mom sat at my bedside with the minister from my church. The sheet was pulled up to my chest and turned over, so that it could be easily pulled over my body. The minister performed last rites on me. The doctors left the room at straight up 2 o'clock in the afternoon. My mom and the minister just sat in there and prayed. At straight up 3 I opened my eyes...I looked over at my mom and the minister and said, "hi." The fact I could turn my head was remarkable at that point. They asked me where I thought I was...seeing the minister, I said, "church." They were concerned that lack of blood could have caused brain damage...so they asked me who I knew at church...I said, "jason." Jason was my best friend at church. The minister jumped up and shouted and started dancing around. The nurses ran in fearing the worst...instead they found a celebration. The doctors rushed in and tore back the sheet over me. They asked me to kick my legs..and I did. The doctor looked at my mom and began to cry...she said, "we didn't do this...there was nothing we could do...we didn't do this." They ran tests and eventually went in with a scope to find the source of the bleeding...they found nothing. A few days later I left the hospital and had to learn how to walk again...had to relearn using the bathroom...etc....but I was alive and healthy. Every November 1, I go to my church....I sit in there from 2 o'clock to 3 o'clock and thank God for saving me. I thank him for the opportunity to grow up...to go to school...to make friends...to fall in love with my wife...to know my son...to play sports...to have a career...to breathe. thanks for letting me share that...i can't tell that story without tearing up a bit and crying...this may not have been the most appropriate thread for this...but this story is a big part of who I am.
WOW Max that is amazing. It sounds like a miracle to me. Just reading that makes me grateful to be alive. I am glad that you made it. The liver is an incredible organ created by an awesome being.
