Leap of Faith

I don't like constantly talking about my illness

because it is not who I am and it does not define me.

With that being said, the reason I do talk about it publicly is

because if I can help one person or make one person

feel as if he/she is not alone in this battle, 

then talking about it is worth it.

Today I am thankful that my family and I have been able to raise awareness

about the dangers of tick-born illnesses to people we know and care about.

My husband had a call from a tearful client today 

and she expressed gratitude that he had saved her life.

 

This particular client always asks about me and the kids when she calls my husband,

so he had told her about the struggle we have been going through with my illness.

Turns out she was bitten by a tick over the weekend and didn't think much about it

until the next day when she noticed a bruise developing around the bite site.

She remembered what my husband had told her about my illness and about 

tick-born illnesses in general and she got an uneasy feeling about her own tick bite.

She sought medical advice and it turns out she did indeed have a dangerous tick-born illness...

Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever.

That trip to the doctor for early diagnosis very well may have saved her life.

She is being treated for the illness and is expected to make a full recovery.

In every dark time, there is light that shines.

All of us can use our own stories and experience to connect with and help others,

whatever that story may be.

Our common experiences connect us as humans and if that means 

giving up my prideful ways to talk about this disease in order to possibly help others,

then so be it.

Many have been asking me to discuss more about my experience with Chronic Lyme 

and I have agreed to do that, but I don't want it to be the focus of the blog.

So, I've added a tab at the top where I will add some information little by little

in hopes that it may help others.

This picture was taken at the bus stop with the twins. 

Each of them found a rock and using their imagination,

played hopscotch on a non-existing hopscotch grid.

Ahhhh...to be in first grade again with unlimited enthusiasm, energy, and imagination.

I love those kids.

xo