Someone once described my as a Lyme sufferer and it really got me thinking, how do I see myself as a person with Lyme disease. In a lot of ways I truly do and have lived with just mind bending amounts of pain and I have greatly suffered for years while living with this disease. Yet I truly do not see myself as a sufferer, to me I am a fighter.
I grew up with multiple chronic tick borne infections, it was and still is just my reality. Some days I still can not walk from the pain. Other days I sleep 14 hours a night, I still get flares and have bad days. Yet those days do not define me, or who I am. It is hard living with Lyme disease, the treatment that you go through often threatens to tear you in two, I don't just know what pain feels like... I know what it tastes like, what it sounds like when everything just fades away into it. That is Lyme.
It is not all bad though, surprising as that may sound. Living with Lyme has shown me how valuable life is, how much strength I posses in my pinky finger alone. How refusing to give up truly and absolutely pays off.
Sometimes life hands you some limes... and you smile because hey at least you won't be getting scurvy along with the Babesia....