We live in a culture where instant access is expected.
We have the ability to obtain knowledge about almost anything right at our fingertips.
If we’re hungry, it doesn’t take more than a swing though the fast food drive thru to curb our cravings.
Waiting is begrudged.
Lyme Disease Treatment.
The process has been hard (which is an understatement).
Many days, I didn’t know if I could go on.
I’m not overdramatizing it, either.
It was that horrible.
I often felt lost and alone.
I knew God was there, but I wondered why I couldn’t feel close to Him anymore.
Brain fog was thick, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
I’ve finally gotten to a place where I’m a bit more stable, so I’d like to share a few thoughts on the treatment process.
6 Things I’ve Learned While Treating Lyme Disease:
1. I must be my greatest health advocate
Even with excellent doctors and people in my life who care about me, I realized early on that if I did not speak up for myself, I wasn’t going to be helped. Lyme Literate Medical Doctors know what they are doing when it comes to treatment, but they don’t know how it feels to be me. They don’t know the exact pain I’m feeling or how treatment is affecting me. Even before diagnosis, I learned that I had to keep prayerfully pressing for answers. Had I not kept asking questions and seeking information, I’m not sure what kind of shape I’d be in today.
Dealing with a chronic illness that most people don’t understand can be isolating. It is discouraging when we can no longer live “normal” lives but everyone else we
know seems to be living life as usual.
It gets even more sad when the people who should be closest to us, like family, seem to disregard the pain we’re experiencing.
For me, living with Lyme Disease is complicated because of the misinformation out there about the disease. There’s a big difference between early diagnosed and chronic infections. Like others with different chronic illnesses, Lyme Disease patients often need to try many different treatment protocols before they find something that works. Symptoms come and go, and pain migrates. It’s hard to explain how you’re doing when things can change drastically in a short period of time.
The process of healing from chronic illness (or at least getting to a place of stability) has gone nothing like I thought it would.
You know what I want more than anything?
You know what I really want?
What my soul craves. What my heart longs for. What I can’t be content without.
During the hardest times of my life, I had trouble consistently reading the Bible and connecting with God.
Have you ever felt that way?