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I just started reading "Bite Me" by Ally Hilfiger.
I'm only two chapters in and I'm in tears.
This. This is how it feels.
“Lyme is also destroying families, and the really sad thing is, a serious illness is when people need their families the most.”
—JORDON FISHER SMITH, NARRATOR AND SUBJECT OF THE AWARD-WINNING LYME DISEASE DOCUMENTARY UNDER OUR SKIN
It's happening here, whether I want to believe it or not. At some point my child sadly says he can't remember a time when I wasn't sick. My incredibly hard-working husband tracks my medications, makes sure I take them (even at 4 AM), does laundry, cooks, tries to keep the house just this side of a mess. That really leaves no time to just be my friend and husband.
I can't remember things. Names of things right in front of me. Conversations. And horrifically, my son's birthday when I tried to fill out his forms for summer camp.
That's terrifying for a woman whose big desire in life is to write about my travels, my dreams, my downfalls, and how I ultimately conquered them.
Now the book will have a different ending.
I'm so tired that just writing these few posts takes hours. I hope to start telling my stories to my web cam. Maybe one day I can pull it all together.
I just don't know.
