This month I marks two years since the beginning of my treatment for Lyme disease. I'm astonished how much the body can take. I just finished a six-week course of IV Daptomycin (Cubicin), a new drug being used for Lyme disease following a successful study done on drugs that help eradicate it completely. Words can't explain how thrashed I was during and even after the Cubicin treatment. My body could barely keep up with getting rid of the dead bacteria, despite the multiple things I did and still do to keep detoxing every single day. For me, Cubicin made IV Rocephin feel like child's play.
Two years ago, when I began treatment, I had a very positive outlook about recovering, that the road would be long and hard at times but I was 100% convinced of full recovery. Even through my blood clot fiasco in March and April, I kept a positive outlook. These six weeks really tried my belief in that. The disease beats you down so much, you don't care--you can't care-- about anything. In a way I'm glad I committed to a 365 photo project because it forces me to care about something, anything, every day. But the thought crosses my mind a lot more now: "What if I never recover?" Despite the success stories I read of Lymies who recover, there are many more who don't recover and live out their lives in constant pain. Full recovery isn't a guarantee. It's a hard truth.
Every week I read about someone who's died of Lyme disease. A 17-year-old kid who had symptoms that were overlooked as a flu despite knowing he was a camper in an endemic area. He died shortly after being told to stay at home and rest, from Lyme carditis. Another was a wife and mother, who was misdiagnosed for nine years with Rheumatoid Arthritis. When she finally received a Lyme diagnosis, she fought hard and well, but lost. Her husband wrote her final blog post. Her death certificate listed Lyme disease as one of the causes. Believe it or not, that's a huge forward step in the progress of getting recognition for the disease from medical community. Another was a young man, around my age, "Six-Way Lymie" whom I followed on Facebook. He had a multitude of health issues related to Lyme, the biggest being a 6-way heart bypass due to Lyme inflammation in his heart causing blockage. He died a few weeks ago. Lyme disease is fatal. And it's a hard truth.
I don't understand how the CDC can continue to dig its heels in claiming that Chronic Lyme disease doesn't exist when there are mountains of studies that show a month of doxycycline does not eradicate the disease. There are also mountains of studies showing the complexity of the bacteria and why it's so difficult to eradicate. I don't understand how 300,000 people who live in pain, their lives ruined, can go ignored and shunned. They can't get help, either because they can't find a doctor close to them willing to treat them with whatever it takes to recover, or that they can't financially afford it because it's not covered by insurance. What our government continues to do to Lyme disease victims pales in comparison what it did to AIDS victims. It's criminal. It's injustice. It's a hard truth.
Every news story on Lyme, whether it supports or denies Chronic Lyme disease, provokes outright wars between the two sides in the commentary. As a victim it's hard to hold back my opinion, but its impossible to fight with people who have no experience with it. People who have heated opinions with no facts and no experience can sway public opinion. It's a hard truth.
Of all the things a Lymie has to face, being abandoned by friends has been the most difficult. Since I began treatment and have been open about my illness, readership of this silly blog has dropped dramatically. I suppose if I'm not constantly funny or entertaining as I once was, my blog pals aren't interested. It's a hard truth. I can't blame people for not wanting to read about illness. It just makes me cherish the few friends who've chosen to remain part of my life, both in person and in cyberspace.
I suppose if I had diabetes, colitis or some other widely accepted chronic illness, I wouldn't write about it and I'd continue to write humor. I write about Lyme because it is truly like no other disease. It is systemic, infecting every organ, every joint, every nerve, every brain cell, every millimeter of your body and your life. It's a disease that's truly not understood unless you experience it. And it's a disease that is so politically charged that it needs as many voices from real life experience as it can get.
But imagine, having a systemic and life debilitating illness that the medical community has no intention of helping you with. Now imagine seeing a drop in friendships and community. No other disease does this. Somebody gets cancer? There's community outreach, fundraisers and casseroles. But when someone suffers from Chronic Lyme disease, if she's lucky she'll get a blithe comment like, "Keep your chin up." There's nothing more truthful than writing or talking about a difficult life experience and discovering what your friends are made of. Friendship abandonment is a universal experience among all Lymies. It's a hard truth.
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