Posted on Jan 24, 2011 in Blog |

I started a poetry class this past weekend. It’s my first ‘extra-curricular activity’ in more than a year and a half. My goal for this poetry class is to figure out how to describe the past year of my life through the Lyme disease diagnosis and first part of treatment in some sort of succinct manner. I tend to write too much, too long . . I can’t seem to condense my words and still get the point across . . . Every time I try to describe it, the words come out too histrionic, or over-exaggerated. Though, I don’t believe they are, I think others just think, ‘Come on, it’s Lyme disease. It’s not cancer.’ It’s not cancer. I am not going to die from Lyme disease. But my aunt did. And I know others who have died from Lyme disease. But not everyone dies from cancer. So why does Lyme disease seem to have less of a sympathetic ear than cancer? I’m really not trying to work the sympathy vote here. I’m simply telling people what I think, feel, and experience. And for the past year, those thoughts, feelings and experiences have centered around my Lyme disease and treatment. This wasn’t my original plan for 2010. I had plans to expand my business, sell licenses to other communities around the nation. This was going to be a year of real growth and expansion for me. Well, as we all know, that’s not what happened. So I had to work with what I had. Backtracking a bit here . . . I remember when I went through the end of my first marriage back in 1988. As with most divorces, the end was not pretty. I traveled half way around the world, back to my parents, back to a country I hadn’t lived in for two years. My biggest transition: getting a telephone answering machine. It seemed so bizarre to me that I could leave messages for people if they weren’t home. It seemed more bizarre that I could screen my calls, thus not having to pick up the phone when my ex called. Which he did. A...

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