Posted on Jul 13, 2010 in Blog |

Relief and Renewed Hope Last week, I started a new medication for my Bartonella (co-infection of Lyme disease). At 2:45 the next morning, I woke up in extreme pain, feeling deep bone pain in my legs and right hip. By 5:30 am, the pain had exhausted me enough that I decided I wasn’t strong enough to handle Lyme treatment. I couldn’t handle it. I was giving up on trying to cure this damn disease. I understood why some chronic Lyme patients choose suicide. The next morning, I asked my 17 year-old son, Stephen, ‘How did you get through this treatment?’ ‘It gets better, Mom, I promise,’ he replied. ‘I don’t know how you did it,’ I responded. I really didn’t. I felt like a failure. I couldn’t handle the pain of one pill; I was asking a 17 year old how to get through the pain. I got through childbirth without drugs. I shattered my foot and spent 7 weeks in a cast. But the pain from this one pill was too much. Today, I saw my Lyme doctor. In a matter of hours, my entire perspective changed. I feel a great sense of relief and renewed hope. That’s just one of the things I love about Dr. M. In an hour’s time, he listens to my complaints, figures out what is going on and why, tweaks my treatment plan (I’m sure he has a more sophisticated word for it than tweaks), explains everything clearly and simply, and then gives me the encouragement and hope that I need to get through another four weeks before my next appointment with him. I wish I could come up with different words for M than the ones I always use: brilliant, compassionate, funny, artistic, methodical, amazing. After examining me and talking with me, he explained, ‘I’ve never had a patient respond to the medication this quickly.’ If his head was transparent, I would have seen the wheels turning. ‘Describe your pain,’ he requested. I did. In my head, I thought, ‘Maybe I had a psychosomatic response to the meds . . .’ We went over the rest of my treatment protocol, and...

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