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Leanne's Story | GBS

A woman, Leanne, lies in a hospital bed. She holds her young daughter (around 2) in one hand, and feeds a bottle to a baby with another.

Thank you, Leanne, for sharing a story about experiencing Guillain-Barré Syndrome (GBS) as a young mother.


I was a healthy 34-year-old woman, the mother of a one-year-old daughter and a three-month-old son, living a life full of energy and family moments. Then, almost without warning, it began - weakness in my legs and a strange pins-and-needles sensation in my hands and toes. At first, it seemed minor, but the symptoms grew, gradually stealing my strength.


I tried to seek help, but the system didn’t catch it at first. Three times I went to the hospital, each time turned away. My vitals were normal, scans were clear, and I was sent home with codeine and crutches, despite the growing fear that something was seriously wrong.


The weakness escalated quickly. Soon, I couldn’t walk to the toilet on my own. I couldn’t lift or hold my children. The fear was terrifying, but the love for my little ones drove me forward. Eventually, the deterioration became undeniable - I was admitted via ambulance. My face had begun to droop, and I was catheterised. A lumbar puncture confirmed the diagnosis: Guillain-Barré Syndrome.


A black and white image of Leanne holding her young child in bed, she's kissing the child on the head.

What followed were three long months in hospital, where every day was a battle against a body that had seemingly turned against me. Once stable, I was transferred to BrainKind rehab, a place that became my sanctuary for recovery. There, I relearned the fundamental skills of life - how to sit, to stand, to walk. Each step was a small victory, a reclaiming of independence.


Through it all, I made a promise to myself: I would be home for my two-year-old’s birthday. It was a goal that kept me moving forward, through pain and frustration. Against all odds, I walked through my front door two days before that special day, fulfilling that promise and embracing my children with renewed strength and gratitude.


GBS took a lot from me, but it also taught me resilience, patience, and the extraordinary power of hope and determination.

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