Lyme Disease

Protest

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Last weekend the annual women’s protest happened again and besides hatred towards the current president and the right to abort an unborn baby, I’m not quite sure what else are they protesting for, because the last time I checked we still lived in America where women have far more rights than most women combined in other parts of this world.

Personally, the vaginal hats and F*** signs are extremely insulting to me, but don’t worry that does not define me as a woman; my children do, my husband does and other things that have nothing to do with profanity and genital hats.

I’ll tell you a story- my story.

I was born with few health issues.

For one thing, my reproductive organs did not fall into place as they should’ve and my mother was told I would not be able to have children.

My Fontanella (the soft spot between the parietal bones and frontal bone) was bulged out- the doctor said I was going to be a retard or an idiot, in other words neurologically I was going to be slower than the norm. The Fontanella it looked and felt like jello and my mother hardly touched me for the first few months after birth for fear of hurting me further. So I lacked the bonding time, very important and necessary to a healthy development, but life was different back then and information was lacking.

I also had a severe vitamin D deficiency and I began having regular shots of vitamin D right away that lasted a whole year. These were among the issues that were visible right away and the doctor pressured my mother to have me aborted after I was born, worried that my quality of life would be a burden to the medical system and Marxist society in which I was born. I was a defect product and needed to be discarded so I would not become a useless eater. My mother vehemently refused.

“God’s will be done.” She tolled herself accepting the outcome, but if I wasn’t going to recover I was in danger of a “vaccine shot” that was nothing short of a euthanize method. I did recover.

At home, I grew up in pretty harsh poverty, mostly between the age of 5-19. We went many days in “involuntarily fasting” whether we liked it or not, but for that now some of us are rounder than we’d like to be:) God, yes God, took care of us. That is what I choose to believe, despite the skepticism of others.

We also went through physical and emotional trauma, abuse and at times torture methods until the day each and every one of us left home. Emotionally, if we give way the emotional abuse would continue to this very moment, but all of us have chosen peace, so we have departed from the source of the abuse.

So from many people’s modern standards of today, I should’ve been aborted. After all I had too many physical issues putting a burden on the family or society, I was born in extreme poverty (Eastern Europe poverty), and raised in a very abusive family environment. I fit most of the reasons given for an abortion, right?

Yet, I’m thankful for every day on this earth despite its hardships. I thank God every day for his love towards me shown mostly through other people, some of which are reading these words. We see the goodness in others. We see hate in others as well. So choose. I’ve chosen. I stand for life.

I do not judge anyone who had an abortion- I wasn’t in your shoes when you made the decision and it’s not my place to judge what I don’t know. But I do know the fetus is a living being and I’ve always fought for the underdog. Its just part of my character and I will continue to do so.

God Bless.

 

Red-A Philosophical self-talk-

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I’ve begun reading “The Naked Communist” by W. Cleon Skousen and it’s not an easy task for me as flashbacks from my own experience while living through the last of the communist era, back in Romania, rise up.

I’ll let you know in my up and coming posts some similarities that I see in the America of today and communist tactics I’ve experienced while back home. This is a subject that I would love to capture it with my brother Alin’s philosophical point of view and have a recorded debate on the matter. It would be both entertaining and informative… and done in our native Romanian language. But not yet.

Today, after bleeding for the past 27th days, and clearly a little lightheaded from losing so much blood, I become philosophical:) (I have an appointment tomorrow with gynecology.)

I was truly hoping 2018 to be void of doctors, pain, pocking, needles and medical stress, thus hid the bleeding issue for as long as I could. Thanks to Elizabeth I did end up going to a Zoom clinic and thanks to my mother-in-law’s insistence I finally made a gynecology appointment. I must admit I struggle emotionally. I’m fighting with a Marxist syndrome, a disease in itself, and trying to grasp a truth as seen through my husband’s eyes, a reality built on being born here in America. I like his view so much better than mine, but in reality, it seems to be just a beautiful fairy-tale I like to listen to often. I have changed quite a bit living here in America, for the better I think, but when disease keeps on knocking at the doors of my soul, the old Marxism rises up debating loudly while trying to win.

When one becomes sick and unable to provide for the motherland (this can be geographically anywhere the mind goes) a man’s value disappears, thus he is no longer needed, according to the communism/marxism laws. If you can’t produce you’re no more than a useless eater (Hitler, Communism movement, Margaret Sangers, Darwinism are the best known for this type of thinking). Raised in that type of thinking, I automatically think like that. Back in Romania, you can see this in divorces, affairs,  abuse, neglect, blame, and shame, after one becomes sick vs. here in America, where you see support systems, encouragement, and fighting until the end on behalf of a loved one. (This is a generalized point of view based on the majority of cases, for I have seen harsh consequences following the tragedy of loss or disease here in America as well).

“Oh well, at least they’ll not be a burden to the family now. The sooner they die the better. This is God’s judgment for your sins, your father’s sins, your children’s sins, etc.” Are some of the more normal expressions as a response to any disease in Eastern European culture. (Eastern Europe has migrated into other lands and that philosophy can very well follow.)

In America that differs: “What else can we do, doctor? You’ll get better. Focus on getting better. Don’t worry about the money, you’re more important,”  to name a few, not to mention all the “Go Fund Me” types of support.

To top it all off, I’m a woman, raised and tolled in my formative years to believe that I matter less than the life of a dog, born to please a man only and nothing else. Now here’s the tricky part, this belief was preached loudly from the churches pulpits, all done by males, not communism. In communism law (gender or age didn’t matter, you simply didn’t have value). In Romania, I was nothing else but a Christian woman (that’s not a compliment:) to be used and abused than tossed aside when no longer needed or able to perform my duties- at least that would’ve been my lot in life if I would’ve remained there. (Not all men are cruel, alcoholics or abusive in Romania, but most are). I know great Romanian men that are very decent and loving to their wives, their children and in general to everyone else around.

Now, don’t you worry about me, God’s helped me heal quite a lot from many of these issues, by providing proof of ignorance, instability, indoctrination, culture and a theory (Marxism) based on violence and narcissism (read about Marx’s own pathetic life, his example as a father and husband, and his inability to live up to his own theology). I’m healing, that’s why I can start talking about some truths without disintegrating and with a healthier perspective. Now let’s move on.

Its been only God’s presence and patience, working either directly in my heart or through people such as Chet, my parents-in-law, Elizabeth, my Romanian friends and so many other people I know,  that helped me heal. My siblings have been the biggest help, other than Chet. Chet wants to help but it takes someone who went through hell and back with you to understand the darkness you must heal from. I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. There are far too many that have seen an even greater darkness than I have.

In the days when I’m not feeling well it’s easier to fall into that autopilot old way of thinking, yet, those same days are the ones healing me and teaching me some of the best lessons about myself and life itself.

Why have I let the lies of others (religion, a devil, etc, call it anything you want) take such residence in my heart for so long? Guilt and ignorance of the truth.

I’m dying. (I’m being dramatic here) We all are. Some faster than others. But I’m the one who decides if I’m going to help the evil end my own existence with feelings of fear and hopelessness, or if I would much rather spend that time laughing alongside my loved ones.

When you really get this, life even at its hardest will be worth fighting for. It’s our life, given to us as a gift by God, so guard it and fight for it, it’s our right to it.

Well, like I said, the philosopher in me came out today:) Be happy with the simplicity of life, for a farmer is far happier with his life than a philosopher usually is.

And ultimately, I’ll keep on learning or unlearning, sharing with you parts of those lessons hopefully to help you heal faster and sooner, and be grateful for everything.

God Bless:)

 

Exercise and Autoimmune Disease

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I’ve expressed in my last post of my desire to write more. Don’t you know by now that most New Year Resolutions are simply a “to do” list for the first week of January:)))))

I have been writing more, in fact, two hours a day on my new fiction adventure novel called “Finding Home”, but enough about that.

New Year brings out the “health nut” portion of ourselves, usually for a couple of weeks for most and a bit longer for others (unless your “health nut” person is out all the time having fun running, in that case, this may only be one of those easy reads for you). The “health nut” usually tends to go right back into hibernation for the better part of the year. It may have a few breaks now and again.  It will come out in full and temporary feverish mood, usually before summer for that amazing bikini look, or before a wedding when you want to look better than the bride herself.

I began my yoga exercise again, after a nice break of six months. Breaks are necessary too, especially when one fights an autoimmune disease. In fact, I must be going through something this very moment because I’m misspelling every single word as if my brain would rather sleep instead of think.

The yoga program I followed for more than ten years now is a Canadian based program called “Namaste” Yoga Practice by Kate Potter. It used to be a television program, maybe still is, but its the only exercise routine I stuck with all these years. I’m not a believer in the spiritual side of the yoga practice, I simply like its smooth moves and relaxing way of moving the body. I tried all sorts of other programs before this one, programs more rigorous, and found them downright annoying.

Anyone fighting Chronic Lyme, Cancer, MS, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia to name only a few of the autoimmune diseases, does not have the energy most days to take a shower, or go up and down their own home’s stairs, let alone exercise. In most of these cases, any and all energy present in the body, it is wisely distributed towards activities such as doctor appointments, dinners, laundry, lunches for the kids and maybe sex with your spouse. However, when these diseases are in remission the fun begins. I remember celebrating the walk to my own mailbox, which progressed to being in the car when my husband drove to do the grocery shopping, to taking five, ten then twenty-minutes long walks, to playing tennis and now to driving small distances. Oh, the joy of stabbing one’s toe and crying happy tears because you actually felt that pain, where once used to be a tingling numbing spot.

Well now I’m stronger and I can do the complete 20-minute yoga program. I love the stretching part (although if you decide to start yoga don’t overstretch: it’s like the medication, you take a big dose and a Herx reaction is sure to follow, so build up to it slowly:), I love the smooth movements and the calming music (neuro damage is very often present in people who fight Lyme disease and overstimulating the senses is often very unpleasant, to say the least).

For all out there who are fighting these nasty diseases and live in pain why too much, if you can, yoga is a pleasant possibility of exercise. Mostly, I wish you the best of health so you can choose for yourself what type of exercise you want to do- no matter how strenuous.

Have a blessed new year full of hope and laughter, both are great medicine for the soul.

God Bless:)

 

 

La Multi Ani!

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In noul an sa aveti parte de bucurii si multa sanatate, ca restul se fac de la sine:) Linga Dumnezeu sa stam, asta nu inseamna ca stim totul, ca nu vom avea greautati si ca nu vom avea intrebari fara raspunsuri. Dar alegem sa crede-m in ciuda faptului ca nu intelegem multe in viata asta. Doresc ca trecutul sa va invete anumite lucruri dar sa nu va tina prizonieri, doresc sa va bucura-ti de present si sa ave-ti speranta viitorului.

Unii din voi ati trecut anul acesta prin multe schimbari, altii sint in doliu, si altii asteapta bucuria unui nou nascut. Eu numai ce am iesit dintr-o criza, a venit fara anunt, cum de obicei vine necazul si a plecat repede dar nu a lasat frica in urma sau deznadejde. Cum am terminat, m-am gindit la voi:)

Vreau sa-mi cer iertare de la toti care poate pe parcusul anilor mei pe pamint pina in prezent, datorita imaturitatii, sau reactionind dintr-o inima ranita v-am suparat cu ceva sau v-am jignit cu ceva. Imi stiu inima, si in mare parte a fost fara intentie.

In noul an voi continua sa intreb intrebari, sa citesc si sa caut adevarul, nu cum o prezinta religia ci cum o prezinta Dumnezeu. Voi avea interbari, poate tot mai putine raspunsuri dar stiu clar ca voi avea multe experiente vrednice de trait si memorii pretioase de acumulat. Vreau ca in anul nou sa citesc si sa scriu mai mult, si sa continui sa ma bucur de momentele mici de zi cu zi ale vietii care in realitate sint foarte importante.

Fie ca Bunul Dumnezeu sa fie cu voi, in mijlocul vietii de zi cu zi, cu toate esecurile si victoriile noastre care impacheteaza characterul important al fiecarui individ.

La Multi Ani!!!!

Happy New Year!!!

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Happy New Year to all my friends and family:) May this coming year help you move towards your goals while leaving behind the hindrances of the past. Let the past teach you but not hinder you:) Enjoy the present and hope for a good future.

Some of my friends have gone through drastic transitions this year, some of my friends have lost loved ones and are in mourning, while others are celebrating the gift of new life:) I just came out of a herxheimer reaction a few minutes ago, however my focus is on this wonderful new year and all its possibilities. I have a few new year resolutions, like: write and read more, but I’m not overly obsessed with issues that seem unrealistic to me. Simple is better.

Before I move forward I must say “I’m sorry” to all and any of you that I may have offended at any point in my life, most likely without intention, most likely from sheer ignorance, and at times out of a defensive emotional approach in order to protect myself.  Please forgive me.

This new year, I’m sure I’ll continue my struggle in finding the truth, I’ll have lots more questions, even fewer answers, but I will not lack in collecting more experience.

May God bless you and I wish you all the best.

Happy New Year!

Amu, ficari cu ali lui

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Astazi ma palit iarasi si scriu pi moldovinesti si amu voi faci.

Duminica ne-am mutat in apartamentul care ni l-am cumparat amusilea di curind, dar dupi atita amar di munca ni dor tati chealea prin corp.

Ieri am sarbatorit, cum i obicheiul American, ziua multumirii la socrii acasa, oamini tari cumsecadi. Si am ris si am mancat si pi urma am plecat fuga inapoi acasa undi ni asteapta iara munca. Zic eu fuga, dar ne-o luat patru ori pana am ajuns acolea si iara inca patru ori pina am ajuns inapoi acasa, tati opt ori facuti in aceasi zi. Chet, sotul meu, a condus cam tata ziua, si cind nu a condus a stat la masa cu ai lui si eu linga el si am mancat, povistit si ris cit am putut di ghini. L-am vazut ci fericit era el in mijlocul familiei cu traditiile obisnuiti lui de mic si asta ma facut si pi mini sa zimbesc, si rid si sa ma bucur di tati date di Bunul Dumnezeu in viata noastra.

Cu o zi inainti am aflat ci al meu ficior al mari si-a pierdut postul di munca, asa ci fain frumos l-am luat si pi el cu noi si ne-am dus tati, impriuna la rudi si le-am facut surpriza. Si le fi vazut feteli lor plini di surpriza placuta, ca-i mai mari dragu sa faci surprize. Acolea am multumit impreuna dupa obiceiul American, obicei nascut in 1621, cind coloniile Pilgreme noi americane au celebrat prima recolta cu indienii, oamenii natali. Pilgrimii, un grup mari di oamini din Anglia, satui di opresie religioasa sau pus pi vapoari si au plecat sa-si cauti libertatea vietii. Au intrat pe teritoriu aista care pi vremea acheia era pamintul indienilor, au fost ajutati di indieni sa inceapa o viata noua cu recolta si alti lucruri, i-au hranit cu porumb si cartofi o vremi pina sau pus ei pi picioari si pi urma Pilgremii i-au omorit pi multi din indieni iar pe restul i-a asuprit. Nu stiu ce fel di libertati religioasa exact au cautat aistea oamini, ca nu cred eu ca au gasit-o omorind pi altii. Dar amu, sa lasam historia la o parti.

Am ajuns acasa la unu dimineata cu tati trei copii dupa noi si amu infara di mini, tati patru sforaie voiosi. Am ramas cu nisti dureri di cap de la oboseala, dar vad ca durerili vin cu inspiratie moldovineasca di scris. Cam rar pentru mini, mai ales ca am crescut in Transilvania si numai am fost nascuta in Botosani. Dar singili e singi, si-si aduce aminti de locurili natali. Dar te mai uiti?

Si uiti asa, fiecari cu ali lui:)

Va doresc o zi buna cu Bunul Dumnezeu linga voi.

We’ve moved.

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Sunday we’ve moved and all four of us have been “dancing” between boxes the past two days and it will go like this for a good while. It’s both frustrating and hilarious as we’re trying to find our day to day essentials to live and have to make due with what we find:) Our bodies feel like ground-meat, and we moan and groan quite often. But we’re happy:) Alex set his room up the same day we moved in, that’s how exited he was to have his own space again. Magnolia is a new place to me, hardly familiar, but what I’ve seen so far I love. You can drive from one end to another in 10 minutes and today I drove to Ace Hardware, located six minutes away. It’s a quiet area with a slow paced life and I love that, for now at least. I hope I’m not going to get bored the minute all the un-packing is done. It reminds me of Federal Way, where we used to live but more quaint. I’m doing well, even if very tired. I found a new product that helps me tremendously, called NeuroCalm by Designs for Health. This product helps me keep calm. In fact after 10 minutes of the first intake I felt my muscles and neurological part began to relax and kept me relaxed most of the day without some weird side-effects or grogginess. As you may remember, some of my tests came back showing a deregulation in the neurotransmitters (body can’t seem to make them, and burns way to fast the existing ones), and along with my recent Lyme and co-infections treatment I wrote about in my last post, I believe, this product helps me tremendously.

The past four years of treatment and testing showed me a pattern, a pattern in findings with a main nucleons; weak autoimmune system. This weakening had been caused over the years and by a couple main issues; 1. too much toxicity in the body/tissues like black mold, mercury, fungi and other toxins, 2. lack of neurotransmitters (80% live in the gut) which is directly linked to neaurological issues, and third, gut issues (not enough good bacteria in the gut and an overload of bad bacteria). All these have been proved as major contributors to a weakened (collapsed, in my case) immune system that brought me dangerously close to an early death. I would also add another factor, a toxic soul/emotional self.

So my advise to everyone our there is this; take care of your gut, make sure you have lots of good bacteria growing in there and detox (do it smartly otherwise you could harm yourself), forgive and decide being a happy person is more important than being right and by doing these things you’ll strengthen your immune system. Strong immune system means no disease.

My unpacking break is coming to an end, so I wish you a good day and a Happy Thanksgiving:)

The ingredients in the NeuroCalm are:B-6, B-12, Magnezium, Inositol, Taurine, Chamomile, Gamma-aminobutryic, L-Theanine, 5-HTP, Phosphatidylserine. I was prescribed separately almost all of these ingredients after test rezults showed lack in these areas.

God Bless:)

Cu Biblia in mina si ura in suflet

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Este un numar prea mare de copii abuza-ti in famiiile de pocaiti. Pe o latura se predica despre bunatatea lui Dumnezeu fata de omenire dar acasa, in intimitatea familiei, multi copii simt zilnic pe propria lor piele ura, furie si durere de la aceeasi persoana care poate cu citeva ore mai devreme era in biserica cu Biblia in mina si cu expresie falsa de sfiala. Ce e si mai criminal, din punctul meu de vedere, este ca acesti abuzanti se folosesc de versete biblice ca sa manipuleze copii sau sotii/sotiile, au nevoie disperata de a fi el/ea capul, continuind fara sa-si dea seama un blestem generational. Exodus 43:7. Astfel provoca confuzie atat emotionala cit si neurologica in copii sau soti/sotii, provoca boala in corp produsa ca atare de la stresul tot timpul prezent, care incepe sa schimbe DNA-ul in celule si in general impleteste o imagina falsa si negativa a vietii si a lui Dumnezeu. Din punctul meu de vedere, asta este una din metode cu cel mai mare success a duhurilor negative impotriva lui Dumnezeu si creatiei lui. Aceste duhuri negative loveste in copii lui Dumnezeu cu intentia de a rani si de a provoca o atmosfera cheotica, unde pacea, iertarea si dragostea nu mai exista. Vorbesc din experienta. Pina nu am inceput sa iert nu am putut incepe procesul de vindecare. A ierta e cheie atit din punct de vedere fizic (vibratia pozitiva in corp aduce harmonie, ca atare vindecare), emotional (din punct de vedere neurologic, inima comunica cu creierul si cu sistemul digestiv prin a imprastia in corp hormoni si chimicale. Astea pot fi daunatoare ori hranitoare, depinde de starea emotionala a omului.) si spiritual (Efeseni 4: 31-32; e una din singurele cai in care ii legam miinile lui Dumnezeu si dam friu liber duhurilor negative, cu alte cuvinte ne facem singuri necazuri in viata). Multi dau vina pe drac pentru probleme lor, cind in realitate nu au decit sa se uite in oglinda, inclusiv eu. Singuri ne facem probleme dar e mult mai usor de a pune vina pe altul si de a fugi de responsibilitatile noastre decit de a infrunta necazul sau primejdia.

In viata intimpinam multe greutati, ceea ce Isus ne-a facut de cunoscut, dar cum le infruntam e diferenta dintre a crede ca Dumnezeu este de partea noastra sau nu. Emotiile prin care trecem in procesul durerilor e normal, pus in noi de la Dumnezeu, e atitudinea noastra fata de problema care face diferenta intre a zimbi sau a fi plini de furie, cum sint abuzantii care, in realitate, sint oameni slabi fara control sau putere. Si ei stiu treaba asta dar nu vor admite asta veac.

Pentru cei care au trecut prin valea neagra a abuzului: Imi pare rau de treaba asta. Sfat de la altul care a trecut pe acolo: iarta si gindeste in felul urmator-vreau sa fiu fericit/fericita, e mult mai important decit ura si revansa. Va lua timp, si va fi o vindecare treptata dar de meritat. A putea zimbi cu adevarat si cu toata inima si de a simti in propria-ti inima eliberarea trecutului e una din cele mai frumoase experience pe lumea asta. Pe cit posibil indeparteaza-te de abuzant si inconjoara-te cu oameni sanatosi mental si emotional, dar continua sa ierti. Sint zile cind trebuie sa-mi iert tata de patru, cinci, zece, saptezeci de ori. E okay. Continua sa ierti, asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa continui sa te lasi abuzat (daca cu putin-ta, poate inca esti copil si stai cu parintii, in cazul asta, nu ura ca te ranesti pe tine insu-ti). Pe mine ma salvat Dumnezeu, desi in uram (datorita imaginii false si negative primi-te ca educatie de la un abuzant), dar in timp, usor mi-am deschis inima pentru ca am vazut dragostea reala (desi mi-a fost greau sa o accept o perioadade timp). Azi stiu cu fermitate ca Dumenzeu ma iubeste, pentru mine el este imaginea noua a unui tata si comunic zilnic cu el, cum as comunica cu un tata iubitor, daca as fi avut unul pe pamint.

Doamne, iti multumesc pentru ca esti cu toti cei in durere si abuza-ti, pentru ca ii iubesti fara nici o conditie atasata in mod manipulator, si ca le dai putere celor in necaz sa ierte si sa-ti simta dragostea in inimile lor. Amin.

 

 

The “beauty glow” of Lyme

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Photo above: new treatment for Lyme and co-infections. Burner protocol (Lyme 2) I always take it with Burbur-Pinella (helps with any hers reactions, in fact it keeps me from having one), Sida is for Babesia and I take it with Burbur detox as well, the Crypto-Plus is a Microbial tincture I usually take it with Pectasol C (not in the picture), Chlorella and Chlorophil are detoxing agents for mercury residue and other toxicity in the body. In addition I take Vit. C, D, B-stress complex, magnesium, Omega’s, Turmeric, and Progesterone cream.

My family’s story is unique to us, but I realize its not an unique story in the grand scale of things. These past few weeks, I’ve tried to paint an image of God’s blessings in our lives, depsite the hardships and disappointments.

I had time to write due to a relapse of the Babesia Duncani parasite somewhat like malaria, a co-infection pathogen of Lyme, that needs a different treatment than Lyme. The best treatment for me is either Artesunate IVs, but since my veins have been collapsing lately, I moved on to my second favorite and far less expensive treatment called Sida Plus Liquid Extract (tincture). It really works, even if a tad slower than an IV, but that’s fine with me. To say that I’m tired of needles is an understatement.

Speaking on behalf of Lyme sufferers, this battle is not a walk in the park, its more like swimming across the Atlantic Ocean expecting not to drown in the process. A bit unrealistic and far harder than it looks. Amids all the pain, neaurological issues and emotional turmoil, to hear the phrase:”But you don’t look sick” it’s demoralizing. I’ve heard that sentence many times, however I realized after a while, that I had the “beauty glow”, a glow you get when you’re a bit flushed, except Lyme fighters have a fever 90% of the time, usually a low fever. I either got the glow or the ghostly white look, it was usually in those two extremes. I love the glow:) But I wish I could zip off my skin and show everyone, on a molecular level, the intense battle going on inside. However, since I removed my mercury fillings I recover faster and I am stronger, even in my weak moments. We’re moving, thus the stress. In addition I’m going through the mercury residue detox, which usually can last up to six months. But it gave me an opportunity to share some memories with you, and I’ll continue to do so now and than, because I have more people in my life towards whom I feel gratitude.

I’ll add some Lyme humor and I know some of you will know exactly what I’m talking about:)

Before Lyme; Normal urine color.

After Lyme: I’m urinating blood because I ran out of the yellow color:)

Before Lyme: Garlic was a delicious ingredient in all my cooking.

After Lyme: Herx reaction inducer.

Before Lyme: Gluten was my best friend.

After Lyme: Gluten betrayed me deeply sending me to the ER, making me look nine months pregnant within 3 minutes after consumption while feeling 140 years old. The joint pain has been by far the biggest blow.

Before Lyme: Loosing my hair was a rarity.

After Lyme: I can make a pillow from the hair I lost last months alone.

Before Lyme: You gorgeous eyelashes, you:)

After Lyme: Who stole my eyelashes? Better bring them back!

Before Lyme: Desert was the thing to look forward to:)

After Lyme: Sugar is the priest above my coffin.

Before Lyme: What rashes? Never had those things.

After Lyme: Og my gosh! What happened to my skin! It for sneezed on by pink spots!

Before Lyme: Loved the crowds.

After Lyme: Hiding in my room is my favorite social activity.

Before Lyme: I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember.

After Lyme: What…. is there…words…nothing…bed.

To all the Lyme sufferers, have a good day today, you know, you new definition of a good day:)