Today marks 2 months since I've been on Cumanda. I have to say that I'm ambivalent about its effectiveness but only because I never had an obvious indication it was working. The goal or instructions for Cumanda was to climb to 30 drops a day within 15 days and I did this without breaking a sweat. Never once did I herx badly but I did have some strange and unusual symptoms while I increased the Cumanda to 30 drops a day.
The real herxing came when I added Samento on February 5, almost 2 months ago. My intentions are to reach 20 drops of Samento a day total and I just can't seem to get over 17 at the moment. It hasn't been an easy climb as I've had a lot of stagnant dosages. I find myself staying at a certain amount of drops per day for almost a week or more with Samento. Surely I will say that I completely understand why it is a huge factor in many holistic Lyme protocols.
Well I didn't think I'd be herxing this bad almost 10 months into treatment but I am. The healing process with Lyme Disease is very strange and unique. I find that bad days will remain as debilitating as they will ever be no matter how far you've progressed with treatment. In between the bad days are good days and they're a little different. They seem to be more enjoyable as treatment progresses which has been my only indication through out all of this fight that I am exponentially getting better.
Things have been very strange as of recently.
My brain fog has been prominent but it hasn't been at the level of intensity and debilitation it provided me with in the beginning of treatment. Also my memory has been improving drastically.
I'm in no way implying that I am completely healed or in remission from Lyme Disease but there isn't a doubt in my mind that the protocol I have been on for the past 7 months has been healing me at the fastest rate possible.
On the 16th, I had my birthday and turned 24 years of age. Even though the birthday wishes felt to me as an obligatory custom, they did reprise a sense of belonging. That a life still exists for me and it's waiting for my return.
Yesterday I had visited my N.D. (Naturopathic Doctor) for the first time in a few months and updated her on my status. I told her I was progressively getting better. I knew that my experience would benefit her own education.
I told her that my worst symptom, be it neither physical nor mental, was in fact spiritual. It was a lack of passion and an inability to embrace the beautifully simple experiences in life.
I told her that if I were to sit on a porch and simply gaze into the setting of the sun, I could not embrace that moment or reap its soulfully lifting properties. I had become numb. It is as if a fog obstructs the absorption.
We also discussed my protocol and what direction I would take with it.
I was still as misunderstood then as I still am now
Still have yet to see many of their faces
I've accepting that I may never get through
Conveying my pain to another wasnever a priority or an original intention of mine
But I've made progress
Test results yield a discretional understanding
Treatment has reclaimed parts of a life that could of never been thought to of been taken away
New passions have ignited new found worth
My heart still pumps the blood of a trillion cells
The sun still rises everyday as the unspeakable purpose it has always been
And I'm still here to turn my back on any false indication of a time to lose my existence
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