I have been debating about whether or not to write this post. When I first got this news, I had to hold it and sit with it and decide what it meant to me for awhile. I had to keep the information as “all mine.” It’s a definite balance for me to be both public in this journey, and private at the same time.
But my original promise to myself and to my readers, was to tell the good, the bad and the ugly. I stand by it, even when something sorta ugly happens.
So here I am.
I’m not sure what this means still, or if it really matters at all.
I finally mustered up enough bravery to get my Lyme Disease tests repeated.
They came back positive.
The test detects antibodies to the Lyme bacteria in the blood. Antibodies are proteins made in response to an infection or virus in the body. They fight it off.
My initial reaction was….yuck. My second reaction was....oh, crap!
And then I started thinking. Way too much.
Had I even waited long enough since my stem cells treatment so that they should be negative? Could the antibodies still be lingering even if the active disease is gone?
Maybe since my immune system is so revved up from the stem cells, my own body is actually fighting whatever little amount of bacteria my journey with needles and pills and liquid medicines left behind? Maybe that’s why there are antibodies for the disease showing up in my blood….my body is working at last.
Maybe it’s good.
Maybe.
But who knows.
It’s one of the demons of being the first of anything. We (the doctors and myself) don’t know how things should be. Everything is new. I have no one to follow, no one to compare to. I actually think it’s been better sometimes. But not now.
I know people with positive Lyme tests that have no symptoms and never have. But, their tests say they have it. Their immune systems are just suppressing the disease from taking over.
I think that’s what’s going to happen for me. Maybe it is already happening.
And maybe someday my tests will say negative.
But I have to live with the fact that I don't know for sure and life is in the "living," not the "wondering."
It took a long time for my body to "fall apart" after I was bitten by that tick. I can't expect everything to come together perfectly so fast.
I am patient with myself, my body and this process I embarked on. I didn't sign up for a cure. I signed up for a journey and I'm in this with my whole heart even in the frustrating times when I cry or pout. Even when I want all the answers and there are none to be found.
I have faith. After all, that one thing alone was what got me here in the first place. From sickness to health, I arrived -- all on the simple belief, that I could.

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