Out of the blue, Izzi informed me that she wishes I weren't "Lymed."  Her lingo, turning my disease into a verb, made me smile. It also more accurately put Lyme disease and the havoc it has reeks into perspective.  There should be a verb version of the word.  After all, it isn't just a thing; it's... Continue Reading →

Let's laugh a little today --at my expense, of course. About eight months ago, my doctor prescribed massage therapy.  I could barely walk, using a cane when I did, and was in tremendous pain, particularly in the joints from my hips down.  At one point, my knees were swollen three times their normal size. Desperate... Continue Reading →

I am not a cryer, especially in public. I hate feeling out of control, and tears are a sure sign that I've lost it. It's a ridiculous cycle. If I get angry, really angry, I cry, which makes me even more indignant because I'm crying in front of people. Somewhere along the way, I guess I... Continue Reading →

When you're in a dark, dark place, there are people who shine light from their souls, their hearts, their eyes, and this light saves us.  Yesterday I was feeling particularly pathetic.  Beyond health issues, there are issues I can't discuss yet, and let's just say those issues are weighing on me heavier than anything I've... Continue Reading →