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Tourists and Malaria Pills

Tourists and Malaria Pills

Kate Humble, presenter of TV’s Sea Watch, appears the picture of health. Apart from the usual childhood illnesses, she had never been unwell – until she caught cerebral malaria, a potentially fatal form of the disease which claims more than a million lives a year worldwide. Here she explains to JILL PARSONS why she has only herself to blame…


1     As the specialist walked back into the consulting room, she had
 a slight smile on her face. Feverish, shivering and nauseous as
 I felt, I was relieved when she confirmed that it was good news. “So I haven’t got
 malaria?” I asked. She shot me a surprised look. “Oh yes, you have malaria. It’s
 just that we thought you had the Ebola virus.”
2     Perhaps I should have been relieved, but all I felt was shame. For not only
 had I ignored medical advice and taken no preventative measures on my travels
 abroad, it was the second time I had put myself in such danger. So here I was
 again, taking up a hospital bed with cerebral malaria because I thought I knew
 best.
3     I was pushed in a wheelchair through a side entrance from the London
 School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine into University College Hospital next
 door, to a ward for blood disorders, full of patients with leukaemia, rare
 syndromes and diseases. It seemed surreal, for all around me people were
 seriously, properly ill, while I was here because I’d taken stupid risks. The staff
 talked about my low blood platelet count and potential liver failure, but I was so
 humiliated that I just lay there with the curtains closed around my bed.
4     The truth was that I’d paid more attention to my sun screen than I had to
 protecting myself against malaria. Part of the problem was that I had simply
 regarded myself as bombproof when it came to my health. Apart from the usual
 childhood illnesses, I have always been fighting fit and, after having my tonsils
 out at the age of 11, I can’t remember ever feeling really unwell.
5     What was also true was that since falling in love with Africa on my first visit at
 the age of 19, I had travelled the length of the continent without a single problem.
 I spent that gap year working my way from Cape Town to Cairo, swimming in
 lakes and spending most of my time outside, including sleeping outdoors
 whenever I could. I was bewitched by the place and, apart from the vaccinations
 for yellow fever, typhoid and the like, I didn’t take any of the other recommended
 safety measures.
6     While some people simply can’t be bothered sticking to the extended course
 of anti-malarials and others worry about side-effects, I just assumed I’d be OK –
 and I was, in fact, absolutely fine. But not this time…
 
 Daily Mail