I have recently told my husband that I feel like we are living a “bipolar” life—when it is good, it is very good indeed; but when it is bad, it is like being in the depths of hell. . . . The first 3 months of this year were great for the most part. For whatever reason, around the first of April and the first 2 weeks of May, Caity took a nosedive—new symptoms, worse symptoms, more pain than ever. It felt like we were back at square one, only worse even. Recently, again, for whatever reason, things have begun to get a bit better. Still, a lot of pain, but at least a little more energy.
Which brings me to this topic. CHOOSING to LIVE with Lyme. Even through the pain. Deciding to go to the lake after 1 1/2 years of putting it off because of Lyme. Choosing to think about going on a vacation that does not involve a doctor visit, in SPITE of Lyme. Watching Caity do something that she LOVES, CHOOSING to do something she loves, even though she knows she will “pay” for it later.
Caity has always loved the lake, the water, and being out on a tube being drug around at high speeds by a boat. This weekend, she could not bear to simply watch the action. I cautioned her. I warned her. But she was determined. I said, ok, but only a short slow ride. She knows the signals: “thumbs up” means faster. “thumbs down” means slower. “Hand back and forth” means stop, I’m done. 7.5 mg hydrocodone in. She hops out of boat and onto the tube. Took a few tries to get comfortable. I am watching every second. Thumbs up. We start slowly. Thumbs up again. We go a bit faster. Thumbs up again. Hmmmmm. . . . A new signal---“S shape”. Meaning give me a few times over the wake. Thumbs up!!! I watch my daughter LIVE LIFE. She did not stop smiling. Over the wake, and again back to the other side. Big smiles. A great ride. We decide to end her adventure, and the first words out of her mouth were “That’s the most fun I have had in a year and a half!!!” BIG grins. Tired, sore, but happy girl.
Sadly, with Lyme, there is always, ALWAYS a price to pay. Luckily, we have Valium—reserved for the worst pain, and plenty of hydrocodone. Was it worth it?? Afterwards, she says no. But for that few minutes, it WAS worth it. And a lesson in LIVING!!
I believe with all my heart that she will beat this disease. It is taking longer than any of us anticipated. But we are still learning lessons. All of us. Learning what is important in life. Learning to have faith in God’s sovereignty. Learning to lean on God’s Word, and not worldly values. Life has been brought down to the most basic level for us. A good day is no longer one in which we got a lot accomplished, or the house cleaned, or chores done. A good day is one in which our child has CHOSEN to LIVE despite Lyme, when we are all together smiling, alive, and giving thanks for a simple moment.
“And we know that in ALL things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
--Joni



