The following post features my amazing sister-in-law Alyssa and her journey through Lyme Disease. Lupus and Lyme can often be mistaken for one another. Although very different diseases, they can have some similar symptoms. We can understand each other in a way that no one else does. She is new to the blogging world and I know that you will truly enjoy her writing and feel inspired just as I do. Show some love!
For me, the most shocking part of living with Lyme disease stems from how slowly and yet how quickly the disease progressed. My immune system was never the strongest growing 
up, and I began having some persistent gastrointestinal digestive issues in 2009. I also recall some weird times when I had lower abdominal or back pain and had to have my ovaries, bladder and kidneys tested, but results never revealed a cause. The strange symptoms would resurface and then disappear again. The most frustrating thing was never finding any answers. I had my gall bladder removed in 2010, which provided no relief. I struggled with periods of remission and illness for about four years. I grew accustomed to the symptoms and just assumed that everyone experienced the weird things that popped up every now and then, and the rest of the persistent digestive issues were simply normal for me. At times, the illness interfered with my classes or my plans, but I was able to push through.
I had become accustomed to my illness, but on the other hand, when the Lyme really progressed it was like a whirlwind. This past summer I began a quick downhill tumble, picking up more and more unexplainable symptoms and growing weaker and weaker as the months flew by. It started with fatigue and an intense pain near my left rib cage. Then I couldn’t stand for more than a few minutes without my legs turning purple with bright red splotches and an itching sensation so strong that I have to sit down and elevate them. I started wearing sunglasses indoors because the light shining through windows causes a severe headache behind my eyes. Sometimes I even have to wear them at night when I’m in the car because the headlights of oncoming traffic have the same effect. My hands and feet randomly go numb, tingle or burn. I have chronic sore throat and swollen glands, discolored fingers and brain fog. Some days I have a hard time remembering anything. I run a constant low-grade fever and experience hot and cold flashes and night sweats. All the weird symptoms piled up, but the fatigue, joint and muscle pain are worst of all. My health was spiraling out of control, and I still wasn’t finding any answers. By the age of 22, I had seen 10 doctors, several unconventional health consultants, had two colonoscopies, two endoscopies, a cystoscopy, a surgery, multiple hospitalizations and countless ultrasounds, CT scans and blood tests. I tried changing my diet, eliminating stress, taking health supplements and medications to no avail.
My mom’s cousin who has Lyme heard about my health from my grandparents and warned them that it sounded like the disease that had torn apart his own life. I remembered two tiny itchy bug bites with black centers from a fishing trip in June, and that realization pointed us in the right direction. Lyme disease comes from contact with an infected tick, and it’s likely those bites I remembered could have been from ticks. I’ve also been bitten by ticks numerous times growing up. There is no way of knowing exactly when I contracted the disease as it can lay dormant for years until a trigger causes it to suddenly progress. I began seeing a nurse practitioner in Edmond because there are NO Lyme doctors in the entire state of Oklahoma. Skeptics in the medical world refuse to acknowledge the existence of chronic Lyme disease because the blood tests for the disease can show false negatives and aren’t the most reliable. Therefore, the disease is often diagnosed clinically based only on symptoms. Lyme, like several other autoimmune diseases such as Lupus and Fibromyalgia, disguises itself in a myriad of symptoms that often reflect other illnesses. It’s easy to misdiagnose invisible illnesses that cannot be confirmed on paper. Therefore, many traditional physicians say that chronic Lyme disease does not exist. They claim that Lyme disease is treated with 10 days of antibiotics. Yet, so many patients deal with two to three years of severe illness and treatment, and then experience relapse years later and have to begin treatment all over again. Not only do patients fight the disease, they also fight the belligerent medical community that refuses to acknowledge our suffering. The longer a person with Lyme disease goes untreated, the more severe the disease becomes affecting the brain, heart and other crucial organs.
More doctors in northeastern states recognize and treat Lyme, as the disease originated in Lyme, Connecticut. Here in the central U.S., it’s a different story. I happened to get online one day and look up “Lyme walk” or “walk for Lyme” because I was inspired by my sister-in-law’s involvement in the local walk for Lupus. I found one hit for a Lyme walk, and it was held years ago in the northeast. The awareness in our area barely exists. I drive six hours every four months to see a specialist in Columbia, MO. A few friends of mine see specialists in Nevada or Texas because the number of cooperative physicians in this part of the country is limited. Thousands of people suffer from chronic Lyme disease as I am. I can’t speak for them, but I can certainly speak for myself and say that this disease is real and must be acknowledged.
After two extremely high-dollar Lyme blood tests, and visits to Linda Lea the nurse practitioner in Oklahoma (who paid out of pocket to travel, train under other Lyme physicians and learn more about the disease) and my specialist Dr. Crist in Missouri, I got my positive diagnosis in December. Now my disease has progressed so that I have been forced to drop out of school, one semester away from graduating, quit my job and most social activities. I’ve been on a regimen of rotating strong antibiotics since November. I also follow a gluten-free, sugar-free diet and take a lot of natural supplements to help my body fight. No treatment works the same for every patient, and therefore I’m trying anything and everything to get over this illness. My sweet husband and I got married in May, and wow, this is not what I expected for my first year of marriage. Everyday is a struggle, but I have certainly gained new perspective from my illness and learned that though I have no choice in the matter, right now I am going to live a purposeful life at a snail’s pace. I have the option to use this time to smell the roses and the blessings God has given me and to realize the beauty in every accomplishment I make – even if my day’s sole accomplishment was getting out of bed, taking a shower, talking to a friend or being pushed through the park in a wheelchair.
truthfully never been very materialistic. Stuff doesn’t mean very much to me. Just ask my husband in the way that I take care of my mess of a car, continuously pile clutter in every corner of my house, and resolve to the fact that we will never have super nice furniture because we have kids. I’m okay with it. To a certain extent. The truth is I’ve been a horrible steward of my stuff. I should take better care of what I’m given/what we can afford. I’ve just always had a very “disposable” mentality about stuff. It’s here today, it’s helpful, if it breaks/is stolen/goes through the ringer, it’s okay. It’s all disposable and we will just get something else. I trick myself into thinking that my stuff does not own me. Maybe it doesn’t. But my perspective on my stuff does. Just because I don’t cling to my stuff, doesn’t mean I don’t take it for granted. I’m not concerned with it being gone, because “out with the old, in with the new”. Do you struggle with this? Or do you hold on to your possessions as if they define you?
It is officially the holiday season! I love this time of year. I love the winter, the family gatherings, Christmas trees, I pretty much love it all! I have so many great memories during this time of year, and now I am a parent and get to build those lasting memories with my children. I look back at all the memories and traditions I have with my family and get all excited thinking about passing these same things on to my children. But, the one thing I never thought about was that every family has their own traditions, their own favorite way of doing things. Wait, what? We don’t all celebrate Christmas the same way? No, and I learned this from my husband.
