In 2012 I diagnosed myself with Lyme disease. Back then, the doctors knew very little about this enigmatic, all consuming, pain wracking illness. The Reader’s Digest version? It began with a small lump in my upper thigh, perhaps the size of a peanut M&M. Hypochondriac that I am prone to being, I asked the doctor during a visit for my Suboxyne.
“Probably a fatty tumor, I wouldn’t worry about it,” Peter said.
But you haven’t looked at it. You didn’t ask me to take down my pants. Like the doormat I was, I smiled and headed out the door. I returned a month later, the M&M was now a small avocado. Again, he didn’t even ask to see it. Shame on me for not leaving the practice immediately; like I said, back then I was a completely different person, I scurried away with the nagging feeling that this was not over, not by a long shot.
By Christmas, I was in pathetic shape. Constant fevers, mind numbing fatigue, aches and pains so brutal, I was incapable of walking most days. My husband and I demanded to see another doctor in the process, and as I walked past the receptionist area-all heads turned to see the pathetic case in the shabby robe and bunny slippers. The M&M was now a grapefruit. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why I didn’t seek help elsewhere.
The good doctor sent me for an ultrasound resulting in a uterine biopsy, which turned up nothing. A week later I saw her in her office.
“I have Lyme disease. I have done my research, please script me a month’s worth of Doxycycline.”
She teared up when she said, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…
Within a month I was completely back to normal. I took on a job as a Direct Support provider for a company who cared for those with Intellectual Disabilities-I worked like crazy, taking on as many hours as I could, so thankful to be “normal” again.
In 2017, I suffered two bullseye rashes at separate times-both treated with Doxy. By 2018, I was given the diagnoses of Chronic Lyme. I went through a hospitalization for vertigo, broke my shoulder on a hike (the disease affects the brain, and with that comes dreadful balance) and ended up with one hell of an infection in the very same lymph node. I had no energy. I was sick constantly-all through Winter and well into Spring. I had to quit work, which devastated us financially.
Two weeks ago I was bitten, again, by a deer tick. I put myself on my church prayer list, got on my knees and pled my case with Abba. I felt so stymied and completely hopeless; wasn’t there a way? I made an appointment with a specialist for October, and prayed. My doctor was so inept, that when I asked him to order the Western Blot test (absolutely key in diagnoses) he told me no, that my insurance wouldn’t pay-
We know you have Lyme. We don’t need a blood test.
I was frightened. I asked Jesus, will this be my future?
Two weeks ago, after discovering the latest tick bite, I remembered a friend at church telling me that Stevia kills Lyme disease a few months back. I bought the store brand, and occasionally put the way too sweet stuff in my coffee. But this day, I was led to do some research. You can’t get well using refined Stevia-it must come from the leaf extract.
I hurried to the local nursery and bought the last Stevia plant left. I ate one leaf a day for one week. The bullseye disappeared. My symptoms vanished. I now eat a leaf every other day. A side effect of Stevia is that it kills the Borrelia Burgdorferi, the spirochete responsible for causing the illness and debilitating side effects. You can order the extract on Amazon, which I will do to ensure I have access to the plant in the Winter months.
Please take my advice-give it to God, and never ever give up hope. Through Christ you can do all things-He will give you the strength and fortitude-to move mountains-but we need to ask him first.
***This song is about Avril’s fight with Lyme.