Posted 10/9/2017 10:34 PM (GMT 0)
Alyeska, I smile because I can see the Alps from this computer room I'm writing.
When you get a bit better and would like to come, we can take a cup of tea or coffee together, drive 50 minutes and walk its slopes up to beautiful highland lakes, in the middle of Swiss cows with bells and all!
I got visits from a few lyme visitors from America, that I had never met before!!
Just like that...
Lyme almost killed me and almost handicapped my daughter.
The moment I realized it was over - no more energy to even open my eyes... and surrendered, accepted my death and started seeing scenes from my early childhood till present time , well, that was the turning point in my lyme journey.
Since that day - the bottom line, worst day of my life - I feel like re-born again, almost literally from ashes.
Since that day, I promised that if lyme was going to take my life, it was NOT going to be without a BIG fight.
So I always believed I could get better, IF it did not kill me.
And it didn't kill me.
It was hard, but I never lost a single minute of hope: while I was still breathing, I always kept hoping and tried to look positively.
It was anyway positive, even all the suffering, the horrors, it was positive just because I knew I was still alive and fighting.
I do think that positive attitude is not just a tiny part in healing.
It was for me, the MOST important part.
It was the fuel that allowed me to always keep going and saying 'the worst is in the past', which was true, totally true: the worst, was that exact moment when I thought it was the absolute end.
If I could still open my eyes, even walk again, go out again and look at the sunlight again, wow, these were huge steps. Pain or no pain, I was still alive!
Lyme is long gone for us, but the experience remains.
Memory remains.
But also, a great inner strength I think, was born from those years of fight.