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In brightest day, in blackest night

3/21/2014

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In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!


-- Green Lantern Oath

Hey everyone!  If you’re a basketball fan, Happy March Madness!  (But really, who’s not a basketball fan?) If you’re excited for warmer weather (hopefully!) Happy first day of Spring!  I know I’m ready for Spring weather, myself, but I’m even happier about my NCAA bracket, because except for the whole St. Joe’s loss to UCONN, I have a perfect bracket (so far) for day one (other than the play-in games), which is the best I’ve ever done with a bracket!  Small pleasures.  ::EDIT:: I began this post before NC State and Oklahoma both fell, so three losses for today but all in all I’m still pleased!

Anyway, I had to come on to share something exciting.  You may be wondering why the Green Lantern Oath starts this entry.  Heck, some of you may be wondering, “Who/what the heck is Green Lantern?”  (While I hope that isn’t the case, if you’re unfamiliar, I’ll spare you an explanation lengthier than a blog warrants and direct you to
this link to read the first paragraph, courtesy of the DC Universe wikia.)  I’ll give you a moment to read if you need it.  Go on, click that little link and allow your mind to be enlightened by the awesomeness you will find.

Green Lantern, in addition to all the things you can read at that link, is my absolute favorite comic in any universe of comics.  Everything about Green Lantern fascinates me, and if I had to choose just one comic to get monthly, it’d win by an intergalactic long-shot.  If you don’t already know this about my life, every Wednesday is a cause for excitement because it’s comic book day—meaning Rog and I (and usually one/two of our closest friends) drive to the comic book store and get whichever of our monthly comic(s) is/are released on any given week.

Obviously, life with Lyme & Co puts a damper on any excursions outside our house, so for the past several months, Rog and aforementioned friend have been going alone on Wednesdays.  This is partly because most days I’m unable to leave the house at all, and partly because the shop we frequent is ridiculously-but-awesomely jam-packed full of comics and collectibles to such an extent that not only is any possibility of using my wheelchair gone, but the aisles don’t have enough room for my walker.  And being a person who thoroughly enjoys going “comicsing,” not being able to go obviously puts a damper on my mood.

So today, Thursday, three days after my most recent dose of EBV treatment, and typically the day I’d be due for my next dose (but am not due today since we switched my schedule to every 5 days instead of 3), I had a pretty good morning.  I slept well last night (always a plus!), and then had enough energy to fix my breakfast this morning, fold a little laundry Rog brought upstairs, and take a shower.  All of which are major accomplishments because of the days when nothing like that is even in the deepest recesses of the realm of possibility.  When Rog asked me if I wanted to ride up to the comic book store with him (a day late this week for various reasons), I agreed, because with my energy being okay all day, and with the only majorly annoying symptom being a tolerable level of the classic Lyme headache, I thought I could definitely ride and sit in the car while he went inside.  At least I’d be getting out, right?

But it didn’t stop there.  I had a fleeting moment of madness inspiration/confidence, and decided to bring along my cane, even though I used the walker to get to the car…
because a cane DOES fit in the aisles of the comic book store and by golley, if I thought I had the energy when we got up there I was going in the comic store!  And I did.  To get into the store, I used the cane on one side and Rog holding me on the other, but once inside I was able to carefully use my free hand to steady myself on the wall (emphasis on carefully, because anytime you touch the walls in that shop you’re inviting an avalanche of comics and miscellaneous merch to come tumbling down), and I walked around the comic book store for ten minutes.  Yes, I had to kneel down on the floor a few times to catch my balance/breath, but I did it.  And it was great.  I felt like a regular (non-Lyme-fighting) person who was able to exist, if only for a few minutes, in the real world, and enjoy real world things!  It was absolutely wonderful!

Seriously, just being able to walk in the comic shop for a few minutes for the first time in months gave me such a high (it doesn’t take much nowadays, and that’s pretty cool), and put me in such a happy mood.  It was truly amazing!  Not only that, but when we got home, I was able to sit on my kitchen stool and fix a quick dinner for myself—another huge accomplishment!  And even though the reality of this Lyme life is that my days will still tip the scales significantly toward the side of bedridden/symptom-overdrive, at least for quite a while as I undergo treatment,
this illness Satan cannot take away my focus on these good days/moments.

And oh how he tries!  Oh how very much that antagonizer tries to take them away!  Case in point:  once I finished eating dinner, the all-too-familiar hot flash feeling that always precedes a sudden-onset herx (typically involving not being able to catch my breath, overheating to the point of having to throw various assorted items of clothing onto the floor in an effort to cool down, random muscle twitches, and screaming/crying due to exploding head/eye pain to such a degree I wonder how I’ll actually live through it—herxing is not pretty, to let those of you in who don’t have personal experience), and within a couple minutes the herx was in full effect.  Thankfully Rog was able to get my burbur drops and essential oils at the very beginning to head it off, and continued the burbur every ten minutes throughout (I owe so much to burbur, seriously!), so it lasted about 20 minutes, which isn’t horrible as far as herx length goes.  My first
very human thought throughout all this (after having such a good day up to this point) was, “This isn’t fair!” and after saying that out loud I realized how utterly ridiculous it sounded.

Why on earth should herxing at the end of an otherwise great excellent day make me say the day is unfair?  (Hint: the answer involves the words: it shouldn’t.  I can honestly say that after that very first human instinct to cry out in anger about the unfairness, my thoughts centered on how much of a blessing today truly was.  Once I refocused my mind on the inherent greatness of today, throughout the rest of the herx itself, I was speaking aloud to Satan, telling him, “You’re not gonna win.  Not this time.  It’s not gonna happen.”  And the favorite phrase I’ve heard my dad say throughout life when it just feels like the deceiver/accuser won’t relent, “Go for it.”

When I speak words aloud to the master of evil, I instantly feel more powerful, and I know that’s because when we denounce the façade of control Satan tries to convince us he has, we can’t help but be filled with the peace of the Spirit and be assured again that God, as always, is with us in
all situations—good and bad--brightest day, and blackest night.

While I’m in no way putting Green Lantern on the same level (or in the same galaxy) as God, the fact that one of today’s most major accomplishments revolved around a visit to the comic book store made opening with the Green Lantern Oath, and tying it into the previous paragraph, absolutely necessary.

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One of my Green Lantern comics Rog got the current writer (this was the first issue he wrote for Lantern) signed and personalized for me last week at Comic Con in Lexington last week since I wasn't able to attend this year.

God bless,

Becca

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Treatment update and St. Patrick's Day!

3/18/2014

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Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhaoibh!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!  (I know for 2 time zones in the U.S. St. Patrick's Day is officially over but since I've yet to sleep, I'm just gonna pretend it's still my favorite holiday.)

But we'll get to St. Patrick's Day in a second.  First I want to share an update on the EBV treatment I've been doing a little over a month now--I've been meaning to post an update for a while, but alas, this is the first.  But I promise if you make it through the entire post, there are some fun St. Pat's pictures at the end.  (However, if you're as pressed for time as the white rabbit who was running late and annoyingly repeating it as he ran, feel free to skip to the pictures ;-) )

If you want a refresher on the treatment I'm doing (or if you didn't happen to read it the first time around), this is where you should click. 

Earlier this evening, I took the first half of vial number 6 in the first box of 10 for this EBV treatment.  For the first month (mid-February through last Tuesday), I was taking half a vial every 3 days.  The first several doses I seemed to tolerate okay, other than having severe nausea the day of/the day after taking the dose and having absolutely no appetite or ability to eat on those days.  (Think mono, but like 100 times worse as far as that awful feeling where you can't even think about food without being so disgusted/sick, much less look at it, much less eat it....if you've had mono, you're probably at least familiar with the feeling).

Once I got to vials 3-5, though (doses 6 through 10, given my half-vials), it was rough.  Really rough.  People keep telling me how positive I am--how I don't seem to let anything get me down--how I'm always able to see the bright side to any situation--well, I'm telling you right now those doses were TOUGH.  Rog and my mom can vouch for the fact that there were plenty days where I just avoided social media, mainly because I was too sick to look at a computer/tablet/phone screen, but also because I didn't have the energy to connect with people or put on a brave face (I don't get into the whole 'Facebook Facade Phenomenon' too awful much because I like to keep it real, but I'm not really into sharing all my frustrations with my entire friends' list, either).  I spent a solid 2 and a half weeks where I would take a dose, not be able to eat or drink the entire next day--and sometimes part of the day after--and only be able to leave bed to crawl to the bathroom and back to bed.  And day 3 of the cycle, the day of my next dose, I prolonged taking it long enough to be able to eat a few decent-sized meals, drink several liters of water, and take a shower/venture into the living room instead of staying in bed.  

And then I'd take that dose and the 3 day process would start over.  And as we all know, not being able to eat is not ideal.  Not being able to drink is even less ideal.  And coming from someone with a decade-long history of an eating disorder, you know things are bad when you're lying in bed lamenting that all you want to do is be able to eat but you can't because of the effects of this treatment.  As Rog lovingly joked, "If I could take a video of this Becca now and send it back in time to the Becca in college she wouldn't believe it!" ;-)  Also, despite the couple night each week where I got zero minutes of sleep (which I suspect is actually caused by taking a dose of EBV treatment--I know it sounds backwards but I'm conjecturing that when I first take a dose my immune system gets wired because there are all kinds of new little organisms to play with and then after about 8 hours it realizes they're not all that interesting and my crash ensues), I slept a LOT.  During the day.  Several hours during each day.  Something. I've. never. done, in. my. entire. life. until. recently.

I called my doctor on Friday and he recommended holding off on the Friday dose and calling back Monday (today), and after talking with the office today, we've decided to stretch my doses out to a half vial every 5 days to help my body have an easier time with the detox.  Basically we were hitting it too fast and too hard and my body wasn't able to get rid of the toxins at the rate they were entering, which causes a myriad of problems and various assorted herx reactions I've had over the past month.  So I took the first half of vial 6 about 5 hours ago (hence being wide awake and writing at this time), and we'll see how it goes.  

I'll tell you this, I am detoxing the crap out of my body right now--tomorrow (um, today, technically, I guess) I'm starting a very strict anti-candida diet (basically what I've already been doing as per Lyme diet guidelines, but also eliminating all grains and sugar, including fruit) in an effort to seriously starve the buggers that are eating away at every system in my body.  One of my main goals with this is also to get my cognitive function back on track because while this post may seem coherent, I've had more brain fog and inability to communicate lately than I've had in months, along with processing difficulties, inability to focus/concentrate, etc.  I actually did a pretty strict anti-candida diet in June/July when I was first officially dxed with Lyme, and it helped with neuro issues as well as leaky gut issues (which have been a big problem lately, again), but I then slowly started allowing myself more fruit here, more fruit there, agave-sweetened food here, etc.  And I think all of that has just send the little buggers into an absolute frenzy.  And I will gladly forsake my fruit, GF/vegan/RSF cookies, cereal, and anything else that is grain-y, fruity, or converted to/processed like sugar (so basically, a lot of things I tend to crave--because guess what--the bacteria/viruses actually crave the sugar!) if it means a faster healing time and symptom improvement.

On a much happier note, though:


St. Patrick's Day is my favorite holiday of the year.  Except for Christmas and Easter because, well, Jesus.  Obviously.  But seriously, this is my favorite.  Has been as long as I can remember.  Something about the story of Saint Patrick, the totally awesome Celtic music, the Irish/Celtic folklore, the beauty of the Irish/Gaelic language--I just love it so very much!  And I was scared the combination of the full moon and the ridiculous snowfall we had the night of the 16th (March 16th and all area schools were out of session for the zillionth--that's an approximation--time this year) would mean I'd be confined to bed all day on this most favored day, but 'twas not the case!

I personally think it's a God thing, which sounds like a stretch to some, maybe, that God would go out of His way to give me a good day on St. Patrick's Day, but I fully believe that was the case.  Sure, it still took hours to actually get up, shower, and get dressed (okay, so I had two different outfits throughout the day--I really really get into this!), but by around 2 or 3 pm, I was up, had fixed my imitation Shamrock shake (spinach, banana, mint, cashew milk=yum central!), and then around 4, Rog helped me out in the kitchen by washing the dishes as I made our St. Pat's dinner.

(Rog also mashed the potatoes for me when it was time, both because I was tied up with the rest of the meal and also because I can't hold the mixer for any length of time--and he had straightened up the house earlier so it was ready for my family to come over, so he's basically Superman, although he'd prefer if we called him Batman or Wolverine)

At 6, mom, dad, Kat, and Adam came over and had a nice, "traditional" Irish dinner with us.  I say "traditional" because while it was mostly traditional, I of course had to make the substitutions so it would fit a Lyme-friendly diet (which was actually quite simple because the majority of the meal was made with raw, whole foods).  We had Lyme-diet-approved (GF/SF/YF/vegan) shepherd's pie and roasted cabbage.  I was beyond thrilled with how it turned out, firstly because even a year ago if you told me I was capable of cooking something like this I would have laughed in your face....a lot....and secondly because everyone else seemed to enjoy it, too!

A few pictures chronicling the event if you're interested:
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Our green-ified table with the shepherd's pie (left) and roasted cabbage (right), along with a lovely shamrock plant given to me by a dear friend who also is fighting this Lyme battle.
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"I make this bandanna look good, mom." Of course, miss Lucy InTheSkyWithDiamondsMae Doss had to wear her green, too, as she looked into everyone's soul. I love this beautiful brown-eyed beagle.
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This image quality/lighting isn't great, but have to share a pic of Rog and me with our table setup.
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Obviously had to share this gem of all three girls--I love my sister and my momma so very much! (I love my dad, too, but didn't get a picture like this, and I obviously love my brother, too.) :-)
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My St. Patrick's Day get-up with an ever-so-cute photobomb by miss Lucy in the background. Actually, she's the best part of this pic, so just look at her in all her beagle adorableness.
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And last but not least, exhibit A of this Lymie as she starts to feel the impending crash from over-exerting herself.
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Yep. Here we go. Exhibit B. This Lymie is ready to sleep until St. Pat's festivities next year. But knows it was worth every second.
Okay, so it's taken me an hour or so to write this post, which means it's officially not-St.-Patrick's-Day in the U.S. anymore, but that's okay because in my mind all I have to do is think back to the many years I've enjoyed this wonderful holiday, and meditate on how grateful I am to have enjoyed it this year.  Some people say they keep the spirit of Christmas in their hearts year-round (and yes, that's a great idea and I'm all about that, too), but I like to think I keep the spirit of St. Patrick's Day in my heart throughout the entire year.

And yes, that was an  exceedingly cheesy and cliche and ridiculous and corny, but I guess that's just the kind of person I am.  Particularly at 3:26am.

Bail ó Dhia ort
(The blessing of God on you)

Becca
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How I get through each day

3/5/2014

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Or each hour....or each minute.  You know, sometimes it's literally necessary to take each second as it comes, and that is A.O.K. because it keeps us in the present moment, which means we're not dwelling on the past or stressing about the future, and that's a good thing.  But this post isn't about the present moment.  I mean, it sort of is, but it's not saying "Hey, I'm a blog post that is one hundred percent devoted to the present moment and the present events that are happening....errr....presently."

Nope, while the present moment does play a role in today's topic, the actual topic itself has more to do with the HOW and the WHAT (as they relate to staying in the present moment).  Meaning, I'm going to share exactly how I make it through my days with these illnesses and manage to keep a positive outlook on life (even though there are times I lose it and that sad, overwhelming, anxiety-laden mindset comes in and I refuse to acknowledge positives--basically, I'm human).

But seriously, even though my family *cough*Rog*cough* can attest I have moments where I cry like a little baby about how life currently is, I hope they'd be with me in saying that sometimes I surprise myself at how positive I can be.  Or how much joy I'm able to find in the littlest things in life.  Or how my hope is never gone, even on bad days.

I don't have a secret "FIVE STEPS TO ASSURED HAPPINESS" headline you'll find on a famous magazine (partially because there's little room left for such things amidst the ridiculous amount of "LOSE WEIGHT FAST, NOW, AND FOREVER" lies that plaster nearly every magazine cover in the checkout lines/magazine racks/women's bathrooms/hair salons).  Nope, my "secret" isn't a secret at all.  At least, I hope if you know me, it's not a secret.  And if it is a secret or comes as a surprise, then I apologize sincerely, because I've not been as outspoken as I am called to be.

But here's my key to remaining joyful, even during trials:

I focus on the Cross, and I pray.


Now, that may sound a little cliche, but let me explain.  I can't think of a better time to write this post than now, at the beginning of this Lenten season, the season designed for us to "fast" (which I put in quotation marks because fasting doesn't have to just revolved around giving up food or drink X--there are fasts of all varieties) and sacrifice something we typically have/do/spend time focusing on, and replace that X with time spent drawing closer to God, growing in our relationship with Him by asking Him to bring a radical change in our hearts that so easily get overrun with worldly things, and developing our witness in the world.  A simple summary of the goal is that we are preparing our minds and hearts and asking God to help us focus on the Cross and transform our hearts in such a way that we understand Jesus' sacrifice on a deeper, more personal level, every day.


So how exactly does focusing on the cross and praying help me maintain a spirit of joy in my day-to-day life?  I'm glad you asked!  Or I'm at least glad you read where I asked, as if a reader were asking.  Oh, blogosphere, how I love you and how you enable me to hold entire conversations with myself and still be considered sane.

The best way I could describe it is that I get my 1 Thessalonians 5:17 on.  Pray without ceasing. (KJV)  Or as some other translations say, Pray continually.  It seems like such a basic concept, but I've found when I wholeheartedly make an effort to live out this verse, my life and mindset are radically changed from focusing on troubles to relishing the good God continually provides.

For instance, today I had enough energy to fold our laundry, which was awesome!  The whole while I was folding laundry, I was praying.  Aloud.  Since I'm home alone during the day on most weekdays, I don't have to worry about feeling silly for praying aloud--emphasis on the loud, because sometimes I just can't contain myself and the volume level of my prayer session rivals that of Lucy barking-at-the-FedEx truck.  And I elaborate this much to say this:  I'm not sharing this prayer session scenario to get accolades.  I'm not trying to "show off" and I'm not making a statement on how "good" I am.  Honestly, if I didn't have this burning desire to share my key to getting through the day--which happens to be prayer--I wouldn't write about the prayer session in detail, because the last thing I want is to come across as the hypocrites Jesus mentions in Matthew 6:5 who " love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others."

But prayer is such a catalyst to my joyfulness and hope that I HAVE to share it.


When I'm praying--whether it's for myself or for any other requests that come to mind or that people have shared with me--my focus can't be on my present struggles.  I can't be mulling over my pain, weakness, inability to do X, Y, and Z.  Because when I'm actively having a conversation with God, that's automatically where I focus.  Not on myself.  Not on earthly struggles.  On the prayer.  On God.  On the Cross.

The really neat thing I've discovered when I throw my heart and mind fully into prayer is that it never really ends there.  The prayer always, without fail, transforms into praise.  And when you have a heart that is prayerful, and consequentially full of praise, it's daggone near impossible to lose sight of the hope and joy that is always present, even when there may be times you don't feel it as strongly.

If you read this far, I thank you immensely.  I also apologize that this ended up being quite longer than I intended, but when something is on my heart like this, the possible scenarios are 1.) write it out as soon as humanly possible and hope for a good night's sleep or 2.) not get a single minute of sleep until I force myself to take time to blog about it.

So I choose the former.

And I'm leaving you with one of my all-time favorite songs by one of my all-time favorite bands with gets me reminiscing about some of my all-time favorite memories.
God bless!

Becca
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