We took a short walk by the hoodoos this morning. Not my usual 5km but still I was able to enjoy my beloved badlands. A Lyme treatment lesson for me from the hoodoos occurred:
When a Lymie gets pregnant she may feel fear and guilt, mixed with joy and excitement. Lyme can be congenital which is cause for concern, and new life is miraculous which is cause for happiness. This mixture of emotions results from the somewhat unchartered territory of congenital Lyme, preventing transmission, and supporting a sick mom through pregnancy. Some Lymie moms can be exhausted and depleted and may suffer worsening symptoms. Others go into “remission” during pregnancy only to relapse hard after. I’ve read about and met women with various experiences. I’ve compared research by Lyme physicians in an attempt to better understand transmission. Although I need more time on this topic and am by no means an expert, what I did learn I will share here, as maybe a starting point for others who are interested. Essentially, like Lyme treatment itself, there is no set protocol or always successful plan for pregnancy.
Today I could wallow about lost muscle mass, flabby babesia weight, and pregnancy symptoms but that is not only useless, it is counterproductive. We must speak life over ourselves and marvel at how wonderous life is. I no longer feel betrayed by my body. In fact, I marvel at it. I honour it. I am grateful my body endured the trials of treatment and the stress of obstacles. I have even apologized to God for blaming my body as if it was poorly made and lacking value. Speak kindly of your body and value it highly. That’s how you will heal and make healthy choices. If you value and honour something you will take care of it.
It’s not too late. But it takes time. It’s not hopeless. But it takes diligence. It’s not impossible. But it means tough choices everyday. Trial and error. Experimenting. And some people I know needed two decades to find relief and solutions. But you can make progress.
I recently had a birthday and decided to contemplate my progress. Check out the reduction of symptoms!
My heart breaks for those still bedridden who haven’t found relief yet. I share this not to brag but bring hope. I’m happy to provide any support and ideas. And remember, the first diagnosis may not be the right one. I had all the symptoms of multiple diseases but spent years narrowing it down amd finding the right treatments.