The sun struggled to send light through the hazy lens of clouds in the east of the early morning hours. What light that did get through yielded a vast frozen tundra that touched a warm and clear blue sky in the west. The cold and crisp air blew the snow across the land that had yet to find a permanent resting place.
Occasionally it would graze my cheeks. As I peered into the distance, I wondered if I'd ever find food again. Of course I would, for I was only 20 feet from my house.
What business did I have in the aftermath of snow storm Nemo? Well, the most obvious and intuitive answer would be to shovel snow but there resides a hidden agenda beneath. By the by, while I condone the concept of naming snow storms for easy future reference, I still feel strongly that the act of naming the storm should occur after the storm is over. That way the name can truly reflect the nature of the beast, or in this case, an animated clown fish.
So what was this hidden agenda I had? Well, I wanted to know if the act of shoveling snow would cripple, weaken, and fatigue me just as it had done when my infection of Lyme Disease was at its pinnacle. In the not too distant past, shoveling snow or cutting grass would exhaust me to no end. The Lyme Disease had completely hijacked my body and the energy a 24 year old was suppose to yield, no longer existed. Any type of physical exertion in the least bit would physical debilitate me. Muscle weakness would become rampant and fatigue would soon set in. After I unwillingly decided I could no longer continue shoveling snow or cutting the grass, I'd head inside to crawl back into bed and wonder where who I used to be, had gone.
So how does one know whether or not the treatment protocol for their Lyme Disease is working? I don't think there is an official method for determining. However, I have found that one can determine the progress of treatment by comparing specific activities from the past to the present. Simply recall a past activity that Lyme Disease found a way to cripple or hinder. Now, with caution and if you're up to the challenge, perform that same activity now. If you clearly notice an acceptable difference in how you physical and even mentally respond to the activity, you stand upon confident grounds to determine and conclude that your treatment protocol is effective.
It was revealed to me the other day just how I got to where I am today: I refused to accept my doctors' convictions.
It's understood that we request the knowledge of doctors to provide us with the answers we need to mend our health challenges. It's shamefully ironic that by refusing the convictions of my own doctors', I not only found the true cause of my debilitation, but I found the remedy.
I did what I needed to do to save my life. Though no one, or even I, may truly understand how peril my situation was, by pure dissent and never accepting the status quo as the answer, I found a way. By forming free thoughts and challenging the opinions of those never believed to be questionable. By using my brain's natural ability to reason, I could see the illogical fallacies so sternfully being passed as the truth. I refuted the advice of those I'd always listen to first, friends and family.
Because ultimately there is one goal for those battling Lyme Disease and it's to completely heal. Nothing more or nothing less. You are the only one that can understand the true nature of this yearning. Never let anyone criticize your methods and means to find the answers you so desperately need, no matter how radical they may be An unprecedented fight will inevitably require unprecedented critical thought, will, and self.
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