— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
When the caller ID showed the name of one of my daughter's teachers, I quickly answered. Her voice was steady and soft, the only way I've ever heard her speak. She explained that she wanted to run an idea by me, so I listened. The teachers at my daughters' small private school often meet after work to pray... Continue Reading →
"Gratitude can change common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joys, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings" --William A Ward I have chosen to focus on the good in my life rather than be bitter over the bad. Truly, I could go on and on about what my struggles have taught me over the last... Continue Reading →
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 →
October 31st marked one year since I first started feeling sick. I thought the chest tightness, back pain and general fatigue and achiness were the beginning of a virus or, at the worst, walking pneumonia. I waited only two days before seeking medical attention, knowing in my gut that something was very wrong. I declined... 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 →
A Broken Crayon 