Excellent subject Cheezhead.
I contracted Lyme disease when I was 24 and finally got treatment when I was 48. Those years were a gradual (unnoticable to others) descent into a personal hell. After 18 months of treatment I see many things in a totally different way. I appreciate how strong I am, having done all that I have while fighting Lyme as well. I really understand the dark road into mental illness and feel so much more compassion for those suffering from that.
Because of this disease my love and devotion for my husband has deepened. Even when I was at my worst he did not think it was me, he thought there was a chemical or physical problem. His faith in me did not waiver.
Lyme disease is like climbing your own personal mountain, after you're done, you feel like nothing else is all that difficult.
And I take nothing for granted.
Post Edited (achievinggrace) : 12/28/2009 7:06:24 PM (GMT-7)