People diagnosed with Lyme by a Lyme-literate doctor are fortunate.
Well, fortunate at least to finally identify the monster living within they must now attempt to kill.
Yeah, I do think that is the best way to say it, even though chronic Lyme is apparently only manageable, not “killable.”
AND even that can be debated, as, according to one of the best hospitals in Michigan, chronic Lyme disease does not exist.
This would be one of those times when I will not mention the name of the hospital whose staff laughs condescendingly at you and dismisses your intelligence if you mention you have been diagnosed with Lyme disease, even if you show the positive results of your bloodwork (I am certain most hospitals in Michigan have the same opinion, anyway).
We need not go in to that right now, as the argument I had with the doctors regarding Lyme was not pretty…
Let’s just say a legion of pit bulls came charging out of me.
This all happened when my husband, Shawn, was admitted into the hospital because he was dying from a systemic yeast infection from the antibiotics he was taking to treat his Lyme.
He did not die; in fact, he has lived to tell about it.
Yeah, not one of my better moments, but remember, I detest bullies, and I am a raging Mama Bear when it comes to people messing with my family.
I will not be running for office ever again, so I am not concerned if my raging rant was caught on tape.
When Shawn was diagnosed with Lyme, his main symptoms were urticaria angioadema and extreme anxiety.
My symptoms were horrific neck pain, fibromyalgia, migraines, vertigo, extreme anxiety, and a never-ending case of shingles on my optic nerve.
Same disease, different immune system response.
So, just how have I been going about trying to kill (aka. put into remission) my Lyme disease infection?
I have been on oral antibiotics for over six months now.
I have also received ten not-yet-approved-by-the-FDA ultraviolet light IV treatments (aka. “UVLRX”).
My bloodwork did not improve, though I felt significantly better afterward.
Following those treatments, my doctor started me on an anti-parasitic antibiotic, which seemed to be working well, but my insurance refused to pay for it after two months.
Why? Well, remember, “Chronic Lyme does not exist.”
Then I attempted a new antibiotic, which almost killed me.
Turns out, one of the side effects of that med is it prevents the steroids I take for my adrenal insufficiency from working.
Yes, I am a bit complicated.
That was when I became suicidal and thought, “Hmm, I am just going to let this med take me out.”
Yes, that thought went through my head, as I was in unbearable pain, had no time left on my short term disability, and did not see any light at the end of the tunnel.
My adrenal crisis last October brought about a quick journey into unconsciousness, so I was hopeful this med would lend a similar and speedy decline.
It was more like torture waiting to die, unfortunately, as I got weaker and weaker day by day but still woke up each morning.
I guess this is where my lack of patience actually helped me for once: I grew impatient waiting for the med to kill me.
There must be a zombie deep inside me, because each morning I still had just enough strength to stay alive and to mourn my existence.
I finally gave up and thought, “This dying crap is taking forever! I guess I should call the doctor.”
My doctor placed me on a new supplement, which has trace amounts of viruses and bacteria that serve to strengthen one’s immune system.
Yes, Lyme patients WILL try just about anything that might work (if we can find a way to afford it).
Surprisingly, I have felt quite well on the new supplement.
Though it is not cheap, thankfully it is available over the counter, so I am not threatened by insurance coverage issues.
My chiropractor, who practices kinesiology, also uses laser technology, which has helped significantly with my lymph drainage issues (my lymph gets clogged when the bugs die off and toxins build up).
Now, I am on to my next healing adventure.
I bought a Doug Coil Rife machine.
It is a super-powered machine with three large and heavy components; it basically looks like a computer from the 1980s.
I hold on to a copper coil as I set the controls on the amplifier to send energy frequencies through my body.
This freaky thing goes through bone, the blood-brain barrier, walls…
You must keep all electronics at least eight feet away or they could blow up.
I accidentally left my emergency alert bracelet on the other day when I started a treatment, which never touched the copper coils, but it got so hot it burned me when I took it off!
Have I noticed a difference in how I feel?
Look up information on the Rife machine.
It is fascinating how the FDA crushed it, making it illegal for doctors to use to clear all kinds of dis-ease.
Diseases like Epstein Barr, cancer, candida, fibromyalgia, multiple sclerosis, HIV, arthritis, asthma, diabetes, depression, diverticulitis, gout, lupus, migraines, epilepsy, hypertension, and Lyme, just to name a few…
The list goes on and on.
I understand if a regular MD gets caught owning or operating one of these, he/she could lose his/her license.
I am not an MD.
If anyone reading this blog wants to come over to use my rife machine, let me know.
I like to think of myself as a Rebel With a Cause.
Maybe this is part of my new cause: to give people access to treatment they cannot find elsewhere, so we can get healthy and strong to live out our God-given missions together.
As for now, I have a ten-mile bike ride to complete before the sun goes down.