Week One in San Miguel de Allende

This morning, I was asked by my San Miguel parents (Rick and Claudia) how I would describe San Miguel to people back home.  Magical and mysterious are the first words to come to mind.  Every street has a series of big doors or gates.  You can’t see what’s on the other side from the street, but if someone were to open the gate, I guarantee you would not expect what is on the other side.

The other day I was walking home and a woman had opened her garage.  Some how she manged to fit not one car, but two, in there. She had a huge house with lemon trees in her yard.  From the outside, just a big brown door.

I’ve only been here a week yet there have already been several festivals.  Yesterday, there were people dancing in the street in elaborate costumes.  Paper mache figures bouncing up and down, banging drums.  I’m not sure what they were celebrating;  they are always celebrating here.  I’m sitting in my apartment right now and can hear drums.  If you are not hearing drums, you’re hearing a mariachi band.  Claudia told me that a she met a man who said, “If a pigeon flies across the Jardin, we celebrate.”  I believe it.

This morning, Rick and Claudia left to go back to Memphis.  I met them last Saturday when I asked them how to find the Organic Market and they proceeded to not only take me there, but to all of their favorite haunts.  They helped me find the food I needed, pirated movies (I have yet to watch), showed me their favorite restaurants and called me adorable and “Sweetgirl.”  I’m tearing up a bit thinking about it.  How is it that I could know them for only a week but feel such a kinship with them?

Today when I was walking to the Organic Market, a woman walked up and asked me if I knew where the Organic Market was?  I just stopped in my tracks and laughed.  I had said goodbye to Rick and Claudia just 3 minutes earlier and now it was my turn to show someone the ropes.  That’s just the way it works here.  Things just happen as they are supposed to.

Blessed.  I haven’t felt blessed in awhile, but I do now.  I haven’t been sleeping well and normally this would really mess me up.  But since I don’t have to be at the Sterling Quest studio until 1:30 or 2:00, I’ve been dealing with it.

Ah, the studio.  Billy King.  Mention him around town and if people don’t know him they say, “No, I don’t know him but I know about him.”  This means, “I know enough to know that he’s a “Bad Mother F****r.”  He’s not really that bad.  He’s just a character in the truest sense.  I mainly say this because  that  phrase is actually on his key chain.  I’m not kidding.  Like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction.  The F word in all it’s varieties is spewed constantly.  As students, we willfully take his abuse and pay him for it.  Yesterday, Billy expelled a girl in the middle of class.  He told me the week he had pneumonia, he was so pissed off he expelled 5 people.

Billy didn’t initially want to teach me.  In response to my original email in which I offended him (possibly by using the phrase soul-searching), he replied:  “Jillian: I think that you might look elsewhere for your classes in March.  This is not a therapy centre or retreat…There are many such here.  I suggest you look around.  Billy King.  ”   I had to convince him I was serious.  I think he likes me now because, even though I’m only signed up and paid for Mon, Tue, Wed classes, he asked me to come every day last week.  I feel that I will probably have to go through some sort of decoding ritual as they do after you’ve left a cult.  I’m already swearing more than a Macklemore song.

Billy has a LOT of stories.  Stories about how he landed in a Canadian jail, his time in jail, escaping jail, going back to jail, his collection of knives (one of which was at my throat yesterday, albeit just briefly and I think as a joke, I hope…).  I won’t go into detail since those are his stories to tell, but if I didn’t believe him I wouldn’t be in his school.

I’ve only known him a week but to me, it seems like he’s got a big heart.  He is honest.  And he knows his shit.  And that’s why we all take the abuse.  I hope  to stay in his good graces at least three more weeks!

My apartment:  Another reason I am blessed.  I could not understand my good fortune.  I found this place in early January when everything else was booked.  The other day I finally asked Juan, my landlord who lives below me and owns the wonderful Peruvian restaurant next door, if someone had cancelled.  Apparently, the woman who has rented this apartment from Jan-April for the past four years broke her leg just a few days before she was to come here.  Her misfortune was my good fortune.  I am maybe a 10 minute walk from the center of town and about a 25 minute walk to the studio.  Juan owns the three apartments and restaurant on this side of the street and then a beautiful big house with a pool on the back side of this property.  The restaurant, La Parada, is my favorite so far in San Miguel.  His wife is the chef.  They are both exceptionally beautiful.

He is younger than me (I’m guessing between 30-35) and I am curious about how he has managed to acquire so much but have not been rude enough to ask.  I guess that is one more mystery of San Miguel. That and the church bells.  I think I could live here a decade before I understood what they all mean.  Bells ring at all hours of the day.  You would think that they would denote the current time but you would be wrong.

Are you kidding me?  Now there are fireworks going off.  These people LOVE to celebrate!!!


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My Life with Lyme – Part II

This is the continuation of my experience dealing with Chronic Lyme Disease and Multiple Chronic Infectious Disease Syndrome.  For the details of my story, please see yesterday’s blog post.

Diagnosis – What a relief!  Wait, there’s no cure?

The truth is, getting a diagnosis of Chronic Lyme Disease isn’t much relief at all.  Of course, it’s validating to know that someone believes you and has some answers.  But the answers are scary.   There is no cure for people who have had Lyme Disease as long as I have.  Hopefully, building our immune system and killing the spirochetes (Borellia Burgdorferi bacteria) will give us some relief eventually.   But because there’s no getting rid of it, even if we go into remission, it will lay dormant in our bodies until the day we die.    It’s opportunistic and at the first chance (pneumonia, car accident, child birth or just not sleeping well for a few days in a row) it will come on out and make itself known.  FYI: If you’ve just had Lyme for a few weeks, you may have a good chance of getting all the spirochetes after a month of antibiotics but this is not the situation with Chronic Lyme Disease. (Researchers found the genetic footprint of Borrelia Burgdorferi in the Iceman recently discovered in the Alps.  This makes him he earliest known human with Lyme Disease.  There is no doubt in my mind that this bacterium will still be around long after we humans are gone).

I’ll never forget the time at my support group when my doctor was telling some of the new Lymies about their good prognosis.  “You’ll have a few years of treatment, blah,blah,blah ……and all will be good”.  Then she turned to me and said, ‘Oh, well, not you,” meaning that I would be treating for the rest of my life.  Of course, she said this because she’s honest to a fault and she knows I’m always good for a laugh.  And I did laugh because, in all honestly, what else could I do.  The truth is that if I wasn’t able to find humor in the absurd, I probably wouldn’t still be here.  Yes, I will never be rid of the flippin’ spirochetes.  They are like little corkscrews that screw into every tissue and organ in my body.  They are like drones going undetected.  They take several forms and can turn into an cyst with an impenetrable bio film when they feel they are under attack.  You can’t simply just take antibiotics all the time.  You have to pulse dose or else they’ll just go into cyst form to protect themselves and all you’ll really be killing is the good bacteria.  I don’t have a medical degree, science has never been my forte, but I have been forced to learn more than I ever thought I would have to about this disease just to have a chance at a better life.

Controversy – Great ‘cause what I really need is to finally have an answer and then find out it’s not accepted by the CDC.

Imagine suffering for years with no relief in sight.  Doctors cannot help you and have implied you are imagining it.  So you stop looking for answers and just try to mange as best you can.  One day, when you can no longer take it, you find a doctor who has an answer.  You’d think this would be sweet relief.  But, no.  Not only is the answer not simple, it’s one that is denied by many in the medical community. This has been my reality and the reality of so many others.  One of the most contentious battles in medicine today is being fought between the Lyme Literate doctors (LLMDs) and  the International Lyme and Associated Diseases Society (ILADS) against the Infectious Disease Society of America (IDSA), National Institute of Health (NIH) and Center for Disease Control (CDC).  There is a lot of news out there lately about how the CDC and a core group of doctors from the IDSA, NIH and CDC have been colluding to deny the existence of Chronic Lyme Disease.   If this is interesting to you, please consider watching the movie Under our Skin or reading the book Cure Unknown by Pamela Weintraub.  You will be infuriated and astounded.  Recently, the CDC finally responded to the request for information from the producer of Under our Skin after 5 years (the Freedom of Information Act states that requests will be met within a month).  When she received the information, she saw why they had tried to keep it from her.  They repeatedly referred to LLMDs and patients as quacks and excluded LLMDs from the discussion.  The link below will take you to the story written about this in the Poughkeepsie Journal.   http://lymedisease.org/news/lyme_disease_views/pojo-foia-emails.html

A couple of years ago I needed to get some vaccinations for a vacation I was taking so I went to see an Infectious Disease specialist.  I didn’t want to be there and would have gotten them at a pharmacy but I couldn’t have the live virus because of my compromised immune system.  (I had seen an Infectious Disease Specialist in 1995 and he clearly hadn’t done his job properly or else I would have gotten a diagnosis then and not had to suffer for years on end).  When I told him about my current treatment (it was in the very beginning and I was treating the Bartonella first) he went on a tirade and accused my doctor of taking advantage of me and being unscrupulous.  The medicine I was taking at the time cost me $15 a month.  How is that taking advantage of me?  Then when I said that it was actually helping and that I no longer had horrible fits of rage and that my daily migraines were going down, do you know what he told me?  He said it was a coincidence.  The audacity!  I wonder if it’s still a coincidence now that after almost 2 decades of daily migraines I only get them maybe once a month (depending on if I’ve had any other illnesses that month).  In the interest of being diplomatic, I told him I was listening to everything he said and that I would take his opinion into consideration.  To myself I was saying, “This guy is soooo lucky that I’m too exhausted to write a review about him.”

I didn’t tell him my doctor’s name because LLMDs literally live in fear of their licenses being revoked.    And for what – because they prescribe antibiotics?  I know people who were on tetracycline for years for their acne.  But God forbid you give antibiotics to someone whose body is being taken over by a stealth bacterium.  What the hell are antibiotics for if they aren’t for saving lives!  Listen, I’m totally opposed to feeding antibiotics to animals (unless they’re really sick and need them). I’m opposed to taking antibiotics when there is no bacterial infection present (i.e. for viruses).  But why on earth would you deny someone antibiotics when it is the difference between them being able to get out of bed and live their life or to just waist away.  If I had never started treatment, I would not be able to write any of this.  I could barely put a few words together.   This link will take you to information about Dr. Charles Ray Jones.  A pediatric Lyme Specialist, he has been saving kids lives for years.  Through it all he has been repeatedly harassed and taken to court.  http://lymedisease.org/news/tag/dr-charles-ray-jones

The problem with invisible illness:

Invisible Illnesses are rough.  You would have no idea by looking at me that there is a war going on inside of me.  Because I’m not in a wheel chair and I don’t have some disease that everyone freaks out about like Cancer, people expect me to be fully functioning.  Hell, I expect it of myself.  I run a business, have two young kids, work at my daughter’s elementary school, manage rental properties and have been known to chair my kids’ Co-op Preschool classes.  I don’t shirk my responsibilities.  There are many people with Lyme who could not do all of those things.  And frankly, I don’t do all of those things all that well at times.  It’s hard feeling like you aren’t living up to your potential and I don’t want to disappoint anyone or let anyone think I’m not fulfilling my duties. The hardest part of this is disappointing my kids.  My daughter said to me recently that she “wished I was stronger like the other moms.”   It broke my heart.  The fact that I’ve had to be incredibly strong to mange this disease doesn’t mean anything to her.  She just wants me to be able to go to Girl Scout Camp with her but I can’t because of the sleep disorder I have associated with the Lyme Disease.

There have been many times throughout my illness and treatment (especially when I’ve had to restrict a ton of foods and have gotten super skinny) that people have said to me, “You look great!  You must be feeling better.”  I know that people are just trying to be kind and make conversation.  But what I am really thinking when people say things like this is, “No.  I am not feeling better.  In fact, I only have about 5 different foods I can eat right now.  That is why I have lost weight.  Oh, and I’m wearing make-up over my dark circles.  That helps, too.”

Although, lately, I have been able to control the migraines much better, the unrelenting fatigue is just, well, unrelenting.  When I tell someone that they will inevitably say something like, “Oh, yeah.  It’s tough parenting young children.  I’m really tired, too.”  No, you are not tired like me.  I know you don’t mean to be insulting, but unless you have what I have, you do not know what tired is.  If I explain that I can’t always come up with words or that you might tell me something and it will be as if you never told me, don’t say,  ”Oh, yeah.  I forget stuff, too.  That’s just part of aging.”  I have never met another 42 year (that doesn’t have Chronic Lyme) with the memory problems that I suffered.  Thankfully, they are much better now, but I can’t depend on my thinking being as clear as it is now forever.

Because it’s hard for people to understand, all of us Chronic Lymies often feel like nobody believes us.  We’re afraid people think it’s all in our heads.  And to that I say, yes, it is in my head.  And probably every other crevice of my body, too.

Why Lyme is one of the worse chronic illnesses to have:

In the lottery of chronic illnesses, let’s just say Lyme isn’t a good number.  Most chronic illnesses affect one system in your body (heart, kidney, etc).  There is really no limit to the damage that Lyme Disease can cause.  And the even weirder thing about Lyme Disease, it moves around.  One day you might have heart palpitations and think you’re having a heart attack.  Another day you might get a migraine and then your whole right side will go numb.  You might think you’re having a stroke.  It happened to me.  Mornings are the worst.  When it’s really acting up, being awake is literally painful.  You could be 25 but move around like your 80.  The fibromyalgia, stiff joints, fatigue make it very hard to pull yourself out of bed.  And then there’s night.  Well, that’s even worse when you have Lyme.  Here is the most ironic thing I’ve experienced:  unbearable fatigue with an inability to sleep.  How flippin’ cruel is that?  Sleep disorders are huge amongst many of us with Chronic Lyme.  And it really just compounds the problem.  If you don’t sleep you get sicker and sicker.  I got no more than a few hours of sleep a night for months.  This was during a period that I was also nursing my youngest child and I think this is the reason the Borellia was able to get so rampant.  I was in survival mode and wouldn’t even let myself think about how horrible the pain was.  If I really thought about it, well, I just couldn’t.

How Lyme Disease Kills

There are many ways to die from Lyme Disease.  It is rarely listed on a death certificate but is the “great imitator”.  People who die from any number of other illnesses could really have died from the complications brought on by Lyme.  MS, ALS, Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia  – people with Chronic Lyme disease have been diagnosed with  these illness initially only to find out that what they really have is Lyme Disease.

However, the number one cause of death among people with Lyme Disease is suicide.  To me, this is not surprising in the least.  If you are in a tremendous amount of pain, can’t think clearly, are losing words, having panic attacks, fatigued beyond belief – why would you want to stick it out.  Especially if everyone is telling you it’s in your head.  When I was first sick in my 20s, I would lay in bed just praying an intruder would come into the house and kill me.  I didn’t really have the energy or inclination to come up with my own way out, but I thought that maybe if someone would make it easy for me, I could finally be relieved of the pain, confusion and just plain hopelessness.

At support group a few months ago, a new girl came in with her mom.  I took one look at her and just knew that that’s where she was.  She’s in her 20s and dealing with all the stuff I dealt with at that age.  You can’t go out with your friends because you feel like hell and can’t drink alcohol. You feel like you’re 80 and your future has been hijacked.  You stop talking to your friends because you know they don’t understand and no one really wants to hear about it.  But thankfully, she does have people that she can talk to that understand.  Misery loves company.   Although I went through all of this on my own for 16 years, in the last couple of years I have had the great fortune to make friends with some other Lyme survivors I’ve met through the support group.   Until then, I had never met anyone with the same crazy coping mechanisms I have.  Wearing sunglasses everywhere, having to have certain lights on or off if we’re watching tv, having to move seats on a bus if someone with perfume sits down next to us.  Throughout all of this, the most valuable thing for me has been meeting other people who understand.  Everyone wants to feel like at least one person gets it.  I can’t say how thankful I am to have them.  No one else gets that this can be forever.  Other people are impatient and wanting to know why I’m still treating after almost 3 years.  That always makes me laugh and think to myself,  “Gee, I’m sorry that my illness is so difficult for you.”


What a difference a decade makes.  I don’t remember if the symptoms I had when I was first sick in the mid 90s or the symptoms I had after my second child was born were worse.  I think it was probably more severe after my son was born becasue of my inability to sleep.  The difference in my attitude  and my ability to deal with the situation had to do with a shift in perspective (and my kids).  When I was younger, all I could think about was how unfair it all was. I was wracked with mental and physical pain.   As a mother and business owner, I simply don’t have time to feel sorry for myself or lie around in bed.  In no way do I mean to imply that those who do lay in bed all day are lazy.   There are people far worse of than me and when you don’t have a specific reason to get out of bed (you’ve had to give up work because your brain and body have given way to the disease), it makes it that much harder to motivate.  I remember when I had to take a nap every two hours just to get through the day.  Sometimes, I’m incredibly envious of my friends that can take care of themselves first and get the rest and care they need.  But my kids need me (one of whom has her own chronic illness to contend with)  and I have a mortgage to pay.  It’s amazing what you can make yourself do if you have no choice.  I have to persevere because, the control freak that I am, I don’t believe that anyone could look out for my children the way I can.  Although I pray they don’t have to deal with Lyme Disease, it may be in their future.  It does pass in utero and there is some debate about if it crosses through breast milk.  Just one more reason for me to feel guilty.

I kind of don’t know what to do with myself:

That’s what I told my doctor a couple of years ago when I had my first two week period without taking so much as a Tylenol.  Accepting my diagnosis was a challenge I hadn’t anticipated.  For one, there is so much controversy around it.  And another, I had been sick my entire adult life.  In some ways, it was part of my identity.  I had just assumed I would have to live my life in pain, constantly wondering what my next trigger was going to be.  I couldn’t believe that I’d ever get to a point where I would be able to accomplish more than what absolutely positively had to get done.

There was one point about a year and half ago when I was feeling so good that I was taking Kick Boxing Classes and shoveling snow off our entire very long and steep driveway.

Getting Sick Again:

Unfortunately, that didn’t last.  The hard truth is that I will have to continue to be vigilant for the rest of my life and the littlest thing can set me back.

I recently had to have surgery on my salivary gland.  I got a lot of really wonderful support from friends and family.  But the interesting thing to me was just how concerned they were.    Maybe it was because they could see how swollen I was and they knew that I had to have surgery.  It made me realize just how marginalize those of us with invisible illnesses are.  I mean, this was nothing compared to Lyme Disease.  It was not a complicated surgery, although there were some real risks associated with it and I was worried.  I’m feeling better and, hopefully, I won’t have to have the gland removed in the future.  But all of the inflammation made my Lyme Disease act up again and I had to go back on antibiotics after being off of them for 6 months.   I can’t express how deeply troubling and just plain sad this was for me.  For months I had been the cheerleader of my support group.  Living proof that you can get better, even after being sick for as long as I had been.  I’m still processing this. I had actually started to kind of think of myself as someone who might be able to make plans for the future again.  I’m not saying it’s all over for me and I should just give up now.  It’s just that it’s so frustrating to not be in control of your health.  The only thing you can really control is how you chose to deal with it and that is a constant struggle for me.

Final Thoughts:

Giving up and not continuing to search for answers will haunt me for the rest of my life.  I have a hard time forgiving myself for that.   What does it say about our society (and myself) that I could be talked into believing that since they couldn’t find anything,  I would just have to live with it?  I was told I had migraines and would just have to manage them.  I began to feel like it was my fault that I couldn’t manage them better even while I was doubting that migraines were the sole malady I had.  Doctors need to educate themselves.  A friend of mine recently met a woman who took her daughter to the emergency room at Children’s Hospital because she had a tick embedded behind her ear.  The doctor took off the tick and told her to watch for a rash or fever but that otherwise the girl would be fine.  The mother asked if they should test the tick and the doctor said no.  WRONG WRONG WRONG.  It is imperative that they send that tick to a lab and that the girl get antibiotics right away as a rash and fever do not always occur.  It will be too late if they wait until symptoms do occur and it is always better to be safe than sorry.  This is medical malpractice!  Get it together doctors and do your job!

Thank you for taking the time to read this.  I hope you’ve found it informative and that you will remember that you can never tell what a person is dealing with my looking at them.  Please educate yourself about vector born illnesses.  And don’t kid yourself that you don’t have to worry ’cause you live in an area that isn’t endemic like Seattle.  Birds carry Lyme and they migrate.  One of my friends was bitten in Leavenworth a few weeks ago.  And, not to open a whole new can of worms – I know doctors that believe it can be transmitted via mosquitos, too.  Just something to think about…


Here is a list of Symptoms I have had through the years:

Lightheaded and Dizzy

Heavy Limbs

Unbearable fatigue and lack of stamina.  Hurts to be awake.

Shortness of breath

Nausea and Cramping

Migrating pain/Fibromylagia

Brutal migraines.  It typically starts with a sharp (think pick ax) pain in the back of my neck.  Usually then moves to the entire head

Sensitivity to light, smells and sound

Loss of Memory/Forgetfulness –  inability to remember words and form sentences

Disorientated, forget where I am going

Buzzing/vibrating noise in head with plugged up ears

Heart Palpitations

Numbness in limbs

Low blood pressure and high pulse.

Mood swings, irritability, panic attacks

Insomnia/Sleep Disorder

Swollen glands

Urination/Bowel issues

Inability to detoxify – one toxin (such as alcohol or aspertame) will send me into a tailspin.

Many more that I’m forgetting due to Lyme Brain;-)

Helpful Links where you will find detailed information about prevention, diagnosis and treatment:

International Lyme and Associated Diseases Society (ILADS ):  http://www.ilads.org/



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My Life with Lyme – Part I

Lyme Disease is the fastest growing vector-borne disease in the United States and is an epidemic throughout the world.  It can be found in every state and on every continent with the exception of Antarctica. You have a much greater chance of contracting Lyme Disease than West Nile Virus yet it doesn’t get nearly the amount of attention.  I will not go into detail about how and where you can contract it as this post is more about my experience with the disease.  I will, however, provide links to more information in my next post tomorrow.

Although I’ve been living with Lyme Disease for at least 19 years, I was not aware of it until a little over 2 ½ years ago.  Like most people, I knew very little about Lyme Disease and what I did know was pretty inaccurate. I’ve decided that the least I can do during Lyme Disease Awareness Month is share what I’ve experienced for almost 20 years.

Writing about my struggles is far from easy.  I don’t like to appear vulnerable and, although I will freely share my personal business with complete strangers sitting next to me on airplanes, it is much more difficult for me to discuss my personal struggles with several hundred of my “friends.”  By posting this, I am not in search of pity or even exercising my right to be self-indulgent.  I just want to get a few things off my chest and educate people about a very real threat in the hopes that I can prevent even one person from going years without a proper diagnosis.

Lyme Disease, and especially Chronic Lyme Disease, is brutal.  It holds your body and your life hostage.  It is both mentally and physically exhausting, painful and confusing to live with Lyme Disease.

What I actually have is called Multiple Chronic Infectious Disease Syndrome (MCIDS).  At least most people have heard of Lyme Disease, so I will call it that.  The truth is that very few of us that go undiagnosed for years have just the Lyme spirochete (corkscrew bacterium that can drill its way into every organ and tissue) which is called Borrelia Burgdorferi.  Most of us also have at least one other co-infection (ticks often carry more than one bacteria) such as Bartonella which I also had but think I may have eradicated.  In addition to bacterial infections, we may have a plethora of viruses that have reactivated.  For example, I had mono (Epstein Bar virus) at age 12.  It lay dormant for years until my immune system was so compromised that it was able to reactivate and cause swollen glands and additional fatigue issues.  There all sorts of other viral and bacterial infections you can have with Lyme Disease.  I won’t go into detail here but suffice it to say, our immune systems are completely ravaged and the bacterial and viral infections are able to take over.   Some people just have achiness but some of us have our Lyme Disease turn into Neuroboreliosis which is a disorder of the central nervous system that can cause some very challenging issues with memory and behavior.  Every single system in our body can be affected which is unlike any other disease I’ve ever heard of.

My Story:

I was diagnosed in October of 2012, but I have been symptomatic since September of 1994.  I woke up in Istanbul September 15th and could not get out of bed.  It was Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, and I remember joking with my boyfriend at the time that I was atoning for my sins.  I was stricken with what seemed like food poisoning or possibly dysentery.  We were supposed to travel to central Turkey via bus that day, but I broke out in a cold sweat every time I tried to stand up.  Although we did leave the next day, I was not feeling much better and, in fact, never recovered to my previous health.

I was not planning on going back to the States for another 8 months, so I tried to take the best care of myself that I could.  I was plagued with viruses, ear infections, and horrible abominable pain that continued to get worse.  By mid October I was settled in at the Kibbutz in northern Israel I would call home for 4 months.  I was relieved to no longer be living out of a backpack and to have a place to call home, but wasn’t feeling much better.  By the winter of 1995 I had moved to Prague to live with my boyfriend. That is where my most painful and enduring symptom would begin – migraines that would start at the base of my skull and felt like someone was stabbing me with a pick ax.  I also started having this really odd feeling where my head would be throbbing/buzzing and everything would sound a little muffled.

When I finally got back to the States, I moved home with my parents and starting making the rounds to the doctors and trying to get answers for my symptoms.  In addition to my growing list of symptoms, I had acquired an inguinal hernia from lugging around a huge backpack for a year.  After that surgery, I got progressively worse.

I saw neurologists, infectious disease specialist, gastroenterologists, internist….They ran all sorts of test.  My favorite one was where I had to defecate in a pail for 3 days.  Yes, I kept it in the refrigerator and it did have a lid.  No one had any answers.  One doctor told me that I should find a therapist to talk about my feelings because they couldn’t find anything wrong with me.  Maybe I was just depressed or stressed out.  Yes, I was flippin’ depressed and stressed out!   I felt like someone was taking an ice pick to the base of my skull, I was constantly dizzy and I couldn’t think clearly!  Not to mention my hair was falling out in handfuls at the ripe old age of 24.

I started just popping the pills that the neurologist gave me.  I really didn’t think that it was possible to have a constant migraine, but since they didn’t have anything else to offer, what choice did I have.

My dad had been seeing an acupuncturist/herbalist who had helped him.  I started seeing him, too.  He told me to stop eating wheat, dairy and sugar and drink some disgusting herbs.  (Let me just say, 1995 was not an easy time to be gluten, dairy and sugar free.  2013 – it’s not so bad). Gradually I got to the point where I could spend more time out of bed.  I was still popping pain pills like they were candy and more often than not, they really only scratched the surface of the pain.  But I had to pay off my debt from my year abroad.  I had to find a room to rent and move out of my parent’s house.  So, I popped those pills and made it work.

I spent the next 15 years with daily migraines, sleep issues, faulty comprehension, and a lot of achiness that I just chalked up to aging (albeit I was in my 20s).  If you ran into me during this time, you may or may not have known what I dealing with as I became an expert at hiding it and finding ways to compensate.  I would smile and pretend like I wasn’t on the verge of throwing up and the pain in my neck wasn’t as if someone was drilling a hole in it.  I had a “Fragrance Free Wedding” because I would become violently ill around perfume.  (Most of us with Chronic Lyme have issues with strong smells and bright lights).  I had planned to go to grad school but I was sick all the time and I just didn’t see it being feasible.   I felt like my life was on hold.  The only time during those 15 years I didn’t have any migraines were my two pregnancies.  I knew that people with auto-immune diseases often went into remission during pregnancy, but I didn’t really put it together.  I figured it was just evidence that my migraines were hormonal and that the extra progesterone during pregnancy was the cause of the lack of migraines.

Lyme is cyclical and there were times that were better than others.  I even managed to get semi-healthy and do a couple of triathlons during that period.  But the relief never lasted very long.

When my second child was less than a year, things started getting REALLY bad.   My limbs literally felt like they had weights on them and I would get horrible vertigo when I stood or tried to walk up my stairs.   I pulled myself out of bed several times a night to nurse my son and when morning came, I was a complete mess and could barely get out of bed.  The pain in my neck was so bad that I often couldn’t turn my head unless I turned my entire torso.  I had what many people call fibromyalgia: a migratory, unrelenting achiness.  Other times the achiness was all over as if I had the flu.  The migraines were brutal, as usual, but the scariest part was that I was losing my memory.  I had absolutely no short term memory and memories and details that I used to old dear were gone.  I could not form sentences or come up with the right words and I was making silly mistakes with work and life.  My husband thought I was messing with him because I would start a sentence and then just stop talking.  I could not remember what I was saying or the words that I needed to put together.  I would say things like, “You know that thing.  Um, we put the kid in it and he eats.”  “The Highchair?” my husband would ask incredulously.  It was as if I was really high but with none of the good parts.  I was constantly confused and worried that I might have early onset Alzheimer’s.

I also had no ability to control my reactions and I could not understand the anger that I was feeling.  Someone would upset me and, I am not exaggerating here, I would get  so angry that I wanted to kill them.  I would wake up in a pool of sweat several times a night.  Sometimes, during the day I would start sweating profusely and have to rip my clothes off.  This happened in the car a few times.  That went on for longer than I care to think about.  I was in survival mode and just kept thinking that I had to focus on my family.  But you can’t really be a good parent when your health is so compromised, so I finally made an appointment with a new doctor.

I still remember the utter fatigue and despair I felt that first day I met her.  It was May 24, 2010. I had tried MDs and they had no suggestions or ideas for me so I decided to try a Naturopath.  She spent an hour and a half with me and (although she’s totally an impatient Eastcoaster) patiently listened to everything I said.  When I told her all of my symptoms she said, “It sounds like Lyme Disease”.  I had heard a little about Lyme before but was sure this wasn’t what I had.   I didn’t remember being bitten (this is very common as over 50% of people don’t remember being bitten and over 50% don’t get the rash often associated with Lyme).  She did a standard test for Lyme (can’t remember if it was the Elisa or the Western Blot) that quite often comes back with false negatives.  That’s a huge issue with Lyme Diagnoses. Most often, it has to be a clinical diagnosis because the tests are horrible and give false negatives more than half of the time.

Since the test came up negative, she let it go because I was so resistant.  I wasted another 5 months trying all sorts of other options to boost my fatigue and help with pain management.  But my doctor was pretty certain and kept encouraging me to test with another lab, Igenix.  It was very expensive but tested for many more strains of Borrelia as well as co-infections.

It came back positive for Bartonella and Borrelia Burgdorferi (Lyme).  I only had a couple bands that looked positive for Lyme but the CDC requires 5 bands. This would mean by the CDC’s standard that I do not have Lyme.  However, LLMDs (Lyme Literate MDs) know that the CDC’s criteria does not accurately assess if a person really has Lyme as it’s possible their bodies are so compromised that they are not able to make antibodies.  Not only that, there are quite a few strains and the main tests that are used don’t even test for all of them!  It’s also quite rare to have a co-infection without Lyme. There are several other tests that led us to the diagnosis, such as a measure of natural killer cells (CD57) which help fight infection.  I won’t get into that, but let’s just say I have so few of the natural killer cells that I should probably name them.  It is uncommon to have a low CD57 unless you have a major virus like HIV or a major bacterial infection like Lyme Disease.  I knew I didn’t have HIV so everything seemed pretty cut and dry and I decided why not treat.

I should mention that I was not a fan of antibiotics.  Ever since my 20s, whenever I took them I would get very ill.  Little did I know that this was actually evidence that the antibiotics were working and killing my Lyme (which I didn’t know I had).  What I was experiencing was a herxhimer reaction.  “Herxing” occurs when dead bacteria are killed and release their endotoxins into the blood and tissues faster than the body can handle it.  It can cause some crazy inflammation and pain.  For the first year of treatment, I  still felt horrible, albeit not quite as horrible.  It was hard to tell if the antibiotics were working and causing the herxing or if it was just more Lyme symptoms.

In addition to antibiotics, we had to boost my immune system with an anti-inflammatory diet, vitamin shots, pushes and IVs, supplements, detoxification and what little exercise I could tolerate.

Although the oral antibiotics did help with my Bartonella (now when I get angry, I no longer feel the urge to kill someone with my bare hands), I plateaued so we decided to move on to Bicllin (penicillin) shots.  My gut was such a mess that we thought we’d have a better chance bypassing it all together.  After a few months of the shots I FINALLY started to get some relief.  It only took 17 years.

Tomorrow I will discuss what it means to have Chronic Lyme Disease and all of the controversy surrounding it.

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I’ve Got A Golden Ticket!

A few days ago, my 4 year old son and I were discussing Wonka Bars.  He wanted one and I was explaining to him that I wasn’t sure if “they” made them anymore but that I would “look into it.”  This is how I end many conversations with him when I know I can’t give him the answer he wants.

After soccer class, we headed over to Bartell’s to purchase various toiletries.   Upon ringing up my purchases the checker said, “You get three free candy bars.”  Apparently, they had a special going on in which, for every $30 you spent, you got a candy bar.  I hurriedly scanned the flavors and grabbed my three bars.  My son had already hightailed it out of the store and was dancing around outside the sliding doors.

Here’s where it gets good.  After we got home and had lunch, I secretly opened one of the candy bars.  San Juan Milk Chocolate with Sea Salt.  And what did I find inside?  A $100 Golden Ticket from Bartell Drugs!  I got a golden ticket.  The wonder and surprise were fantastic.  They are not feelings to which I am accustomed.  I was literally speechless.  Not only did I get three free candy bars, but I also got a $100 Golden Ticket.  And all because I needed some Epsom salt (which happened to be buy one, get one free) and tooth paste.

All of this made me realize how important it is to savor the unexpected.  I’ve never been one for surprises.  I am a planner by nature.  Yes, I got some free stuff, which is exciting for a bargain shopper.  But the best part was the surprise.  This made me wonder.  What is it about a surprise that makes people so giddy?

I’ve always thought that I would hate a surprise party.  I’d be thinking about who was there and who wasn’t   Who might be hurt they were left out?  I have a knack for anticipating the worst.  I think it’s actually one of the things I do best.  Of course, it drives my family crazy and I’m sure it’s driving me crazy.  But I come from a long line of worriers and, the way I see it, I’m really just fulfilling my duty.

I recently read an article published by the Scientific American that states that even if you think you don’t think you like surprises, your brain does.  That same article also said that the brain likes unexpected pleasures better than expected ones.  My point is that, contrary to what I thought about myself, that surprise really made my day.  And it wasn’t about the $100 shopping spree.  It was the pure joy from experiencing something unexpected.

Take the time to enjoy a surprise.  And by the way, I looked into it and “they” do still make Wonka Bars.  My son will be so surprised when he gets one.

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Today is my birthday and, so far, it sucks.

Like most parents, I spent the weekend smothering my kids with hugs and kisses and being thankful that I can. I am still processing all of my conflicting emotions about the recent events in Connecticut – anger, fear, denial, depression.

Last night I stood at the foot of my 7 year old first grader’s bed and watched her sleep.  She was so peaceful.  There was none of the anxiety, contrariness or defiance that my husband and I deal with on a daily basis.  I thought of all of her special qualities and her beautiful and contagious laugh.   I thought about her constant raiding of the recycling bin to make 3 dimensional art projects, her sweet fairy drawings, writing in her new diary, practicing keyboards, singing and dancing, telling jokes, and my favorite – snuggling and reading to her at bedtime.

This morning I woke up and said to myself, “It’s my birthday.  I’m not going to worry about whether she drinks her juice (she has a medical condition that requires medicine delivered daily via juice), does her chores, etc.  There will be no fighting.”

I had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t work out that way.  See, my daughter has a habit of ruining birthdays.  One year she destroyed my husband’s cake before we even sang happy birthday.  Another year (her own birthday this time) she threw a plate of spaghetti at a wall.  We can’t go back to the Spaghetti Factory.  Today she was just plain defiant.  Would not do anything that was asked of her.  At times like this, it is hard to keep my cool.  Hard to love and not be resentful.  We just had a wonderful week of Hanukkah.  Fun times with the family, new toys and clothes.  But that is all quickly forgotten.  As parents, we get used to feeling beat up and unappreciated.  It can be a thankless job.

And there in lays the conflict:   How can you love and cherish someone so much yet feel so unappreciated and unloved by them?

It is our job as parents to love our children no matter what.  I am sometimes at a loss as to how to deal with the incredibly strong feelings my children have.  (Hell, I have a hard enough time dealing with the incredibly strong feeling that I have).  Impulse control is a constant struggle for everyone in my family.  I don’t know if it’s innate, inherited, or learned, but none of that really matters.  The fact is that it’s just plain hard.

In response to the recent events, Liza Long wrote a very insightful blog post about what it’s like to fear your own child and the horrible state of mental health care in this country. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/16/i-am-adam-lanzas-mother-mental-illness-conversation_n_2311009.html

When I read posts such as Lisa’s, I’m reminded that my struggles with my kids are fairly tame.  Yes, my 4 year old son’s idea of conflict resolution is to hit or kick the other person, but I’m hopeful that with time and a little more guidance he’ll move past that.

Today when I dropped my daughter off at school, I tried to give her a hug and tell her that I loved her.  She shrugged it off and started to walk to class.  But if I know her as I do, she’ll apologize when she sees me tonight.  Because the truth is, she loves me, too.

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What is this weird feeling?

I’ve now gone 15 days without having to take any pain relievers.  It’s an odd feeling.  I don’t think I’ve gone this long in maybe 15 years.  I was 23 (I’m now 40) the last time I didn’t have to carry my migraine meds everywhere I went.  I told my doctor the other day that I kind of don’t know what to do with myself.  I’m so used to being sick that’s it’s a little unsettling for me to feel okay.

I’m still exhausted yet have to medicate to get to sleep.  (That’s one of the greatest ironies and most difficult symptoms of Lyme – being exhausted beyond words yet not being able to sleep).  But I haven’t had the migraines or fibromyalgia-like pain the last couple of weeks. When you’ve been sick for a  long time, it just becomes part of you, part of your identity.  I don’t really have much of a memory of being pain free.  I’m beginning to recognize that it’s going to take some time to think of myself in another light.

Accepting my diagnosis has been a huge challenge.  There were so many years with no answers that I stopped looking for them and just assumed that this was how it was gonna be for me.  When I finally started to get some answers, I just couldn’t let myself believe it was true.  Would I really start feeling better?  Could I go more than a few days without a migraine?  Could I have enough energy to accomplish more than just what absolutely, positively had to get done?  Would I start remember things and being able to come up with words more quickly?  Mind you, Chronic Lyme is not exactly an awesome diagnosis to get.  Once you’re diagnosed, treatment is a bitch.  I’ve been on antibiotics for 7 months now and it could be another couple of years.  I’ll spare you the details, but long term antibiotics are brutal. The alternative is much worse, of course.  The truth is, I’ve had these suckers in my body for so long now that they’re most likely in every organ.  I’ll never get rid of them completely and will need to be vigilant for the rest of my life to keep control over this disease.

For now at least, life is relatively good.  I know there are mostly likely bad days around the corner, but I can handle it.  It’s actually what I know best.


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My son had cereal for dinner

I think he probably had it for breakfast, too.  I can’t be sure.    I have brain fog.  (I’ll explain that later).  I’m not even going to try to pretend that I am one of those moms who only feeds her kids organically grown everything.  I try my best to eat organically grown fruit, vegetables and meats.  But I can’t force my kids to eat what they don’t want to eat.  Frankly, I don’t have the energy.   Nor do I think one or two years of eating a diet of  goat milk, crackers, mac n cheese, and cereal  really matter much in the long run.   Plus, he’s 2 and his favorite word is “NO!”    Okay, enough rationalizing.

It’s hard being a parent, but it’s even harder when you’re chronically ill.  I’ve been dealing with health problems since 1994.  It’s only recently that I’ve gotten a diagnosis, which is why I’m finally talking about it openly.  When you’re sick and you don’t have a diagnosis, people take it upon themselves to diagnose you a hypochondriac.  To spend the majority of 16 years of your life with a migraine (and more recently chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia-like pain) you have to be pretty tough.  That’s the ironic part.  If any of the haters had to walk a day in my shoes, I doubt they could handle it.  You could run into me at the grocery store and  I could have a pounding migraine and be on the verge of throwing up, but you’d never know it.  I ‘m a pro at hiding it.  You won’t, however, ever find me in aisle  with all of the cleaning products.  I”m allergic to fragrance.   I will talk more about the details and ramifications of my diagnosis in future posts. Long story short, I have Chronic Lyme Disease and  Reactivated Epstein Barr which is basically the mono virus  (I had mono at 12).  I used to have Bartonella (another tick-borne illness) and it’s not entirely clear if I may have another bacterial infection.

This is my first ever blog post, and I won’t deny that I’m not entirely sure of what I’m doing.  My hope is that this blog will be both cathartic for me and possibly inspirational for the few people battling  a chronic illness who happen upon it.  I like to laugh and I have A LOT of opinions.  It’s my sense of humor and my love of the absurd that have gotten me through some incredibly dark periods.   I suspect that this blog will evolve as I do.  Sometimes it will be about the challenges of raising a family while chronically ill, wishing I had more energy and a better memory to provide my kids with the childhood they deserve.  Other times  it may just be  me ranting.  I know the rule is to stay focused but, well, Lyme makes it hard to do that at times.

The amazing  truth is that I’m on day 11 of  not having to take so much as a tylenol to control the pain.  I honestly do not know the last time I went that long with out having to medicate in some way,   I know that it won’t last forever and the Lyme has cycles.  It’s just exciting to finally have a whole good week instead of just one good day.  If I hadn’t finally gotten a diagnosis after all that time and started rebuilding my immune system along with the several years of antibiotics I will most likely have to endure, I would probably have died an early death.  That was the path I was heading down.  It may be impossible for anyone other than my fellow Lymies and Lyme Literate doctors to understand that this is the truth.  I wouldn’t have  had the energy to start this project a few months ago.  So, I dedicate this to all the people out there that are suffering and just want answers and for someone, anyone, to believe them.

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