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Preparing for Battle

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  I brought the requisite Smashed Potatoes to our family gathering, as well as rabbit food a salad.  The potatoes were organic, and I simply added real butter, sauteed garlic, salt and pepper, so I was able to actually eat them.  Guilt and allergen free.

I had to stay away from the turkey, since it’s on my more severe food intolerance list, but I did stray a bit and ate Trish’s dressing and a sliver of my MIL’s pumpkin pie.  That was the best meal I’ve enjoyed in quite a while.

A discussion of the pumpkin pie later with my children prompted me to recount a childhood story about how my Siamese cat, Tinkerbell, once leaped up onto the kitchen counter and ate all of the whipped cream off of one of my mother’s prized pumpkin pies.

Of course the question was posed, “Did it make her sick?” To which I delighted in answering, “No, but it gave her the scoots for 3 days.  And we still ate the pie.”

This was when I had the pleasure of watching my germophobe 9 year old while her eyes roll to the back of her head, before she blacked out.

Those would be her father’s genes, btw.  And I never tire of exploiting that fact.

I so love family get togethers.  We missed both Thanksgiving and Christmas last year, due to the plague which held our family hostage through the holiday season.  It is that same plague that likely kick started my Lyme symptoms in January.

Physically, this was one of the most difficult weekends I’ve had since all of this began.  I was warned that it would get worse before it got better.  The worse has begun.  On the bright side, I learned that I have the ability to dye my hair using only one hand.

How many people can put that on their resume?

It is my belief that the Lyme die-off is already occurring.  Especially since my Vitamin D levels are up (from 14 to 52), and my white blood count is nice and high.  This indicates that my body has already started fighting.  Also, the acupuncture helps open everything up, and break up the inflammation.  I’m just finishing a 5 day treatment of antibiotics, to help me battle some old Parovirus and Cytomegalovirus antibodies that are still causing havoc.

I was warned that I might start to experience what is called the Herxheimer Reaction.  It’s a normal reaction (a die-off) during a detoxification of the body.  

I ain’t skeerd.  Because I know what I’m doing battle with now.  In fact, despite all the discomfort and pain, my spirits have never been better.  I’m going to get through this.

I cannot even begin to count the number of e-mails and contacts I’ve made from people suffering from similar symptoms.  And they have shared that Lyme Disease has not been something that was even on the table.

I would have been considered low risk for Lyme Disease, yet I have it.  In spades.  I am absolutely no medical expert, especially since I’m in the infant stages of learning about this disease and the treatment.  But, the only advice I would give is to listen to your instincts.  And then find a doctor that will have an open mind and not be afraid to look outside of the box.

And then get a second opinion if you’re not comfortable.  And for the love of all that is good, get a second opinion before you let anyone cut into you.

I learned that one the hard way.

Because I’m hearing from so many people who either suspect Lyme or have been diagnosed, I’m working on putting together a page devoted to my Lyme journey, and opening it up to readers to share their journey as well.  I’ve learned so much simply from open dialogue.

We’re on our last week of homeschool before we break for December.  I’m pretty sure that I’m more excited about that than the children.  There is much to do this next month, much to be grateful for, and much to celebrate.

Have a fantastic Monday, everyone!  And thank you SO MUCH for all of your words of encouragement over the weekend.  I was blown away by your comments after my diagnosis.  You cannot even know how healing that is and how much I appreciate each one of you.

In a Nutshell

I went to my highly anticipated doctor’s visit in Orlando today, and got the results back from all the tests.  I have chronic Lyme Disease.  A pretty bad case, as far as Lyme Disease goes.  I’ve likely had it for a couple of years, since it as advanced as it appears.

I began having knee issues in January, after a bout with a viral flu in December. Which likely kicked everything into gear.   And then because of the two (unnecessary) knee surgeries, the infection spread like wildfire to many other joints and soft tissue.  It’s even present in my blood.

When he told me, I cried.  And the only thing I could think of to say was, “I’m not crazy.”

Well.  There was at least one other person in the room who could have successfully argued that point, but he had the good sense to remain silent.

My doctor told me that I have a very long road ahead of me, likely 3 to 12 months of treatment, but it IS CURABLE.  Sadly, he said that it will likely get worse before it gets better because of the die-off factor as we’re treating the Lyme.  Boo hoo.

I have a whole lot of other issues going on in my adrenal glands, liver, digestive system, etc. which we have to tackle in the next few weeks before we can even begin to address the Lyme Disease.  I will be on an antibiotic for the next 5 days, plus some supplements that will directly address some of the other problems.  I also had intravenous vitamin therapy today, which if it helps me to feel better, will continue weekly for the next few weeks.

Interestingly, I learned that because of the severity of the disease, it really does not matter what I eat at this point.  It won’t help.  I’m not going to use that as a license to go crazy.  I KNOW!  It’s awfully tempting.  I’m going to continue to avoid those foods that I have an intolerance to, and I’ll continue on a mostly plant based diet.

BUT I GET TO HAVE COFFEE!  My doctor said that I will likely need it in the morning to counteract the MUSCLE RELAXANT that he’s prescribed to help me sleep.  Pain management will be key to getting me through the next few months.

I feel strangely vindicated.  I knew it was a system wide infection.  And I also knew in my heart that it was not Rheumatoid Arthritis.

I’m hugely relieved to now know what I’m fighting.  Thank you all so much for your continued encouragement and prayers!

I’m going to take a long weekend and digest everything I’m learning.

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Oh, and don’t forget that I still have a $100 Visa Gift card giveaway going on through 12/31, courtesy of BlogHer and Welch’s!

Have a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving weekend!

Dazed and Confused

In an attempt to check yet one more thing off of my bucket list, I went to see an Acupuncturist today.  I’ve heard rumblings that acupuncture is a terrific way to find pain relief.  And frankly, I’m all over that.

But the one thing that I didn’t take into full account, was that acupuncture involves, you know, needles.  Very long needles.  Very long sharp needles.

After my Acupuncturist got an earful of my medical history, and let me tell you, because I am tired of my own medical drama, I have considered making stuff up just to keep at least me interested, she commenced with the needle sticking.

As I lay prone on a table.  In a darkened room.  With incense burning.  And gentle Chinese music playing on a portable CD player.  And btw, my Acupuncturist is a young British gal.  Not the small elderly Chinese woman that you might imagine.

When I saw the length of the first needle, I closed my eyes and went to my happy place.  She stuck me with no fewer than 10 needles, spread out evenly between my upper arms all the way down to my feet.  I was not as brave as you might have hoped, because I did audibly say “OW” a couple of times, and thought of some really bad words.

Then the pain subsided, and she left the room.  And I had about 30 blissful minutes of peace and serenity.  While I tried very hard to resist the urge to scratch my nose.  Fearing that I would poke myself in the eye and be permanently blinded.

Adding to my medical woes.

When I was suitable cooked, she removed the needles.  And she brought in what looked like a large, long, cigar.  Which she lit.  It is called a Moxa Roll, and it is used as an indirect heat treatment.  She held it close enough to my knee, so that I could feel the heat.  Which was good, since I couldn’t see a thing because of all the smoke.

She told me that she was going to send me home with my own Moxa Roll, and I was to give myself the heat treatment once a day.  But she cautioned me to light it, and use it outside, or my house would stink.  When she saw the look on my face, she assured me that it wasn’t illegal, and under no circumstances should I try to smoke it.

Allrightythen.

When we were finished with my treatment, I walked back into the doctor’s office next door to check out.  All heads turned when I breezed through the door.  Because I smelled a bong.

Not that I really know what a bong smells like, mind you.  It’s just that…oh look, pretty pretty colors…

Where was I?  Oh yes, checking out.

I was a nervous wreck on the way home, fearing that I would be pulled over by the cops.  Paranoid, if you will.  And generally the cops want you to roll your window down.  Which if I did, I’m certain that as the leftover smoke billowed out of the open window, they would be suspicious that I was a middle aged housewife, sparking a doobie in her Toyota Prius.

Just let that scenario play out in your head.

When I arrived home, my family wasted no time letting me know that I reeked.  “MOMMY!  HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING?”

I offered to go change my clothes, and Cailey, who has highly evolved olfactory senses, deadpanned, “Yeah,”  in a tone that could have been synonymous with “DUH!”

And now my dilemma is, how do I perform this treatment out on my back porch without the neighbors, who already think I’m crazy, suspecting I’m also a pothead to boot?

But then again, I’m also toying with the idea of letting the chips fall where they may, and so what if the neighbors think that I’m indulging in a little medicinal marijuana.  We’re due to be receiving a letter from the homeowners association reminding us to mow our lawn anyway.

Might as well save ’em a postage stamp.

Party on.

Giving myself a hand

Just as soon as I mentioned that at least I wasn’t getting worse last week, I got worse.  I’ve lost more use of my left arm and hand.  And WHAT LUCK!  I’m left handed.  I had a couple of days that I couldn’t use my left hand to lift an eating utensil to my mouth.

Now, you might suggest that I simply switch hands.  But when an attempt was made, I simply got more food up my nose than in my mouth.  

Making the morning breakfast with cereal more festive than usual.

And frankly, I don’t understand this phenomenon.  Since I’m a fantastic bowler, using my right hand.  I also throw with my right hand.  Although, for the sake of full disclosure, my children seldom ask me to play toss with them.  Since I’m a rather lousy aim.  Even in the best of health.  When tossing a water bottle to the children in the cheap seats at the back of the van, I’ve on more than one occasion beaned an offspring in the head.  They don’t ask for water bottles very often…

I’m grateful that I can still write, and more importantly, TYPE.  Because I’m able to rest my wrists on the keyboard pull-out thingy (fancy computer term), my ability to work on my computer has not been affected at all.

I simply attribute that to God’s grace.

The other morning, I laid myself back down on my bed, allowing tears to flow freely into my ears.  Unbeknownst to me, Fiddledaddy was at the same time praying that I find comfort, because he was unable to communicate the right words to stop the tears.

A few moments later the phone rang.  I didn’t want to answer it, but my daughter brought the phone to me and pressed the green button.  Signaling that I must talk.  Or appear stupid to the person calling.  On the other end of the phone was my best friend, Kathy.  We hadn’t spoken in a good while, and she said that I had been on her heart all morning.

Tell me that God does not work in mysterious ways.

Before long, my tears were dried, and I found myself giggling in such a way that only Kathy can encourage.  We have a nearly 30 year history together, and whenever we talk, the topic will generally disintegrate into tales reliving the insanity of our early 20’s.  That always cheers me up.  Mostly because I’m grateful to have escaped that time of my life generally unscathed.  Kathy and I live on completely separate coasts now, and have for the last 12 years, but no matter how much time goes by, I can hear her voice on the other end of the phone, and it’s as if I saw her just yesterday.

She’s a blessing to me.  And an answer to my sweet husband’s prayer on that tear stained morning.

As we chatted, I told her about some of the silver linings to my disease.  First, there’s the handicapped parking decal, that nets me an awesome parking space at Disney World.  And the fun amusement ride that involves me riding in a wheelchair, while my children attempt to mow down park patrons and various shrubbery.

And of course there’s the weight loss.  Which now has totaled 18 pounds.  Woot.  And as we spoke, it occurred to me that at some point last year, I had asked God to help me in my plight to lose weight.  What with my lack of will power and all.

Well.  That caused a new rash of laughter.  Because you know how when you ask God for something like, well, patience?  He seldom will make your life easier, but rather give you circumstances to stretch you, forcing you to find the fortitude to ACQUIRE PATIENCE.

I stopped asking God for patience a good while back.

Now I’m not saying that God has allowed me to have this disease so that I could drop a dress size.  Or three.  Because I’m certain He has far more important lessons in store for me during this trial.  It just struck me as funny.  

God does answer prayer.  It’s just that sometimes the answer is NO.  Or something very unexpected, that is a far greater blessing than we could have ever imagined.

But still.  I don’t think I’m going to be asking for assistance in the weight loss department any time soon.

My fervent prayer this week, is simply that my doctor’s office receive all of the results for my tests prior to my Wednesday appointment.  (And I’m leaving the whole patience thing out of it.)  🙂

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving week, everyone!  Posting may be light this week for me, because OH MY WORD, IT’S THANKSGIVING WEEK!

Progress Report

I’m still waiting for my test results to come back, telling me whether or not I have Lyme Disease, or some other widespread inflammatory infection that will likely be named after me, because it’s so weird and rare.

And causes spontaneous bouts of insanity, because really, I have days when I’m losing my grip on sanity.  Sort of like today.  When I found the phone in the fridge.

Or else it could be my kids putting their heads together and plotting to get me a well deserved vacation in an institution.

As far as meds go, I did wean myself off of the Oxycodone at night.  I’ve been off of it for about 2 weeks.  In its stead, I’m relying on Aleve and Melatonin to bring relief from the pain, and aid me in actually sleeping.  I’ll just admit to you that I miss the Oxycodone.

One of the reasons I needed to get off of it, besides my fear of withdrawal and how I don’t look so good in prison garb, is that Oxycodone is an opiate that would likely affect the treatment plan that I will likely be prescribed next week.

Dr. K. is not concerned that I’m taking 50 mg. of Tramadol during the day.  It does bother me a little though, considering that I get a little wiggy along about 4:00 each day.  But then, that could be the side affect of homeschooling 3 high spirited children.

I’ve been amazingly good about staying the course regarding my diet.  Considering that it’s, well, me.  For the last 2 months, I’ve been a vegetarian, save for the use of eggs, and occasional fish.  And the more research that I’m exposed to regarding the use of nutrition when healing disease, the easier this transition has been for me.

I wish I could tell you that my drastic diet change has improved my inflammation, but I have seen no improvement there yet.  However, I will tell you that I’m not getting worse.  And I actually feel better, digestively speaking.  And of course, there’s the weight loss.  Which is just icing on the cake.

Cake. Sometimes I miss cake.

Fiddledaddy found an author that has written a cookbook on eating raw food called Raw Food Made Easy by Jennifer Cornbleet.  She also has a DVD that has been extremely helpful as I learn how to incorporate more organic raw foods and juices into my diet.  My goal is to get to an 80% organic raw food intake.  There are clinics that ascribe to this nutritional diet, plus supplement therapy, when treating diseases like terminal cancer, and they have seen amazing results.  This type of diet gives the body the fuel that it needs to powerfully heal itself.  From all types of disease, like arthritis, heart disease, and cancer.

It’s absolutely amazing research.  But little is known about it in the medical community because nutrition just isn’t taught in medical school.  And of course, there is no money to be made by the pharmaceutical companies.  We watched a documentary the other night called “Food Matters” that literally left me speechless.

I highly recommend it for anyone wishing to seek alternative treatment when taking control of their health.

Lastly, I’ve discovered the joys of Sushi.  Never thought I’d ever say that.  The Sushi rolls that we’ve been making are comprised of your basic seaweed sheets, using Miso, and then adding wonderful fresh vegetables such as carrots, avocado, bean sprouts, cucumber, and bell pepper, for example.  We also add a ranch dressing, made from soaked cashews.  This has become my favorite meal.  My girls are crazy about it as well.  We got the idea and recipe from Raw Food Made Easy, and just added our spin on it.

I’m trying to stay positive, and really am hoping and praying for answers when I see Dr. K. in Orlando next week.  One of the biggest stumbling blocks to my healing I’m sure has been my own attitude.  I’ve had big chunks of time when I’ve lost hope.  But I’ve been reading through the Book of Matthew with the girls for their Bible time, and am reminded how Jesus heals simply through faith.

I also remind myself that in this disease, God is using me.  And because of this disease, I’ve had conversations with the most amazing people that are also struggling.  I’ve learned so much just by listening.

So, that’s where my focus is rooted right now.  Not so much in the day to day struggle, but in what God is teaching me through all of this.  And goodness knows, I am a stubborn pupil, but I’ve no doubt I’ll come out stronger when I get to the other side of all of this.

And I pinky swear, I’ll never again gripe about going to the gym ever again.  🙂

The Cleanse

I placed a phone call to my doctor’s office on Monday, hoping above all hopes that some of my tests had come back.  Sadly, the tests I’m most anxious to hear about, the Lyme and Candida tests, take a few weeks.  So I have to wait until the week of Thanksgiving to know.

Since I strongly suspect that Candida is playing a largish role in all of my misery, I decided to take matters into my own hands and initiate a cleanse.  After sort of perusing a book on cleansing, I began in earnest a couple of mornings ago.  In this particular program, you only eat raw vegetables.  With a side of air.

Now to spice things up, you can blend your vegetables, or chop them, or puree them into what you might call a soup.  But absolutely no fruits or gains were allowed.  The idea is that you don’t want to give the yeast anything to dine on.  Fiddledaddy suggested that I might want to stay on this cleansing diet until Thanksgiving week.

Shoot me.

I did okay the first day.  By the second day, I was delirious.  When I took my girls to their A.H.G. meeting, I had Jensen with me out on the church playground.  A couple of other moms were there with their offspring, including one of my very good friends.  Who knows me well.  And knows what I’m going through and that I now lack a filter  whenever I open my mouth.

I was telling her about my latest odyssey of The Cleanse, and I began the conversation with, “Fiddledaddy thinks that I have…”  I slammed the brakes on.  Because the word that nearly escaped my mouth was “chlamydia.”  One of the more interesting aspects of my disease is my lack of ability to remember words that contain more than one syllable.

She saw the look of panic in my eyes after I finally spit out “candida” and she immediately knew what I nearly almost said in front of good God fearing church women and their children.

Which of course would have made for some interesting church fodder.

Anyhoo.  Yesterday was at best, a hellish day physically.  Not to mention mentally.

And as a result of the two day cleanse, my inflammation was even worse, and I couldn’t help but think seriously about eating the stucco on the house.  So in total, my cleanse lasted two full days and nights, stopping just short of me enjoying my first colon cleansing enema.

Which I cannot even fathom I will ever do.  Ever.  Not because I think it’s such a bad thing, and I’m sure only good would come of it.  But because the instructions require that you assume a position that I can’t possibly configure myself into.  Given my physical restrictions.  Pity.   

I woke up this morning and fixed myself a nice bowl of Brown Rice Cereal with some rice milk.  And I felt 100% better all day.  What I’ve done instead is stock up on some yeast reducing probiotics and supplements.  I’m adding Grapefruit Seed Extract, Oregano Oil, Garlic Pills, and a fiber drink that is specifically for yeast overgrowth.  Which interesting tastes rather like stucco.

Way easier than starving, and then enduring an enema, in my estimation.

Besides, I already know I’m full of c***.  Which I think just adds to the air of mystery about me.

When life gives you Lyme…

…throw in a little salt and toast with a Margarita.

I’ve encountered a new twist in my medical journey.  I had an appointment with my new internist and naturopathic physician on Monday.  Their office is very thorough, and take a great deal of time getting information and answering questions.  I did not feel at all like I was in an assembly line, as is often the case with normal physicians.

I will cut to the chase and tell you that after examining both me, and all of my medical records and tests from the last 8 months, Dr. K. has come to the conclusion that I do not have Rheumatoid Arthritis.  Instead, he strongly believes that I have a widespread infection, most likely Lyme Disease.

Lyme Disease is very tricky to diagnose, since it masquerades as a number of other maladies, and it is often missed.  Even by the big guys.  Even the guys at Mayo.

I’ve had a number of blood tests to determine if I have the Rheumatoid factor in my system and they’ve all come back negative.  You can still have RA, even though the tests come back negative.  But, there is one particular test that Dr. K. feels is definitive regarding RA, and I was negative on that one as well.  He explained the difference in the tests, but I was too busy weeping on the carpet.

I knew, in my heart, that I did not have RA.  But no one was listening to me.

The more I’m learning about Lyme Disease and the symptoms, the more I’m convinced that I have it in spades.  Many blood tests do not detect Lyme Disease, but the IGeneX test is the only one that I’m aware of that can pinpoint and determine this disease.  The plan was to draw my blood in the office, and send it off to California to see if I do have Lyme Disease.

My veins, however, had other plans.  After 2 nurses tried (twice each) to stick me in various parts of my arms and hands, even the doctor got in on the action and could not get any blood out of me.  My very best vein has evidently developed scar tissue from all the sticking of late, and collapsed from all the stress.

I left with bandages all up and down my arms.  Since I have other blood work that has to be done through a lab, they sent me home with the entire kit, so that I can have it done all at once.

There are some other issues with my immune system that my doctor is suspect of.  I may have candida plus some other fun problems, that are inhibiting my body’s ability to fight off infection.

Today was test day.  I had to start the day with a stool sample.  Followed by a saliva test, in which I have to fill 4 vials with saliva throughout the day.

Have I ever mentioned that I have an issue with body fluids?  Especially my own.

Let me just say that my gag reflexes are fully functional.

Then it was time to go to the lab for the drawing of SIX vials of blood.  The very sweet and patient nurse had to stick me no fewer than 5 times, to no avail.  She suggested that I wait a week, and let my very best vein heal, and then try again.

I begged her to try one more time.  Because some of these tests take 3 weeks, and I dearly wanted to get the results back before my next doctors appointment  Thanksgiving week.

She said that she could try the vein in my wrist, but it would be painful.

At this point, pain is relative.  I asked her to please try.  And she did.  And it worked.  She was able to get 6 vials out, one tiny trickle at a time.

I look like a drug addict, with track marks all over my arms.

But all of the testing is complete, and will be shipped off tomorrow.  And then I wait.

In the meanwhile, I’m going to a new Physical Therapist for my knee.  We’re making progress.  And by we, I mean that he’s doing all the work, while I fill the cuss jar he installed in my honor.

My knee cap, and one surgical port are bogged down into the scar tissue from THE TWO UNNECESSARY SURGERIES AND WEEK OF IMMOBILITY FOLLOWING THE SECOND SURGERY, AT THE SURGEON’S REQUEST.

This is making my knee cap lean to one side, and is responsible for a good deal of the pain that I’m in, on top of the inflammation.  So my P.T. has to manually loosen my knee cap.  And then he uses these electrode type thingies (high faluten medical jargon) attached to my thigh to retrain my muscle, and more electrode type thingies on my actual knee.

But I prefer to call it what it is.  Death by electrocution.

But you know what?  It’s working.  The inflammation is lessening, and I’m able to straighten my leg out now, and bend it to 112 degrees.  Huge progress.

I’m still on my rather strict diet, because that is helping my autoimmune system to repair itself.  And as a bonus, I’ve now lost 13 pounds in the last 6 weeks.  Eleven more pounds, and I’ll be at my goal weight.

I’m encouraged by this change of events.  I feel like I have an awesome team of doctors on my side.  At long last.  Between my primary care doctor and Dr. K., my bases are covered.

My head is still spinning as I’m now researching Lyme Disease.  It’s not an easy disease to treat, but it is treatable.  The finish line is somewhat within sight.

I would love to hear from any of you all that have dealt with Lyme Disease, either directly or indirectly.  I won’t know for a few weeks if this is what I have, but I have an awfully strong suspicion it is.

Thank you for joining me on this roller coaster ride toward healing!  I really feel like real answers are within my grasp.  And I so appreciate your continued prayers and encouragement. I cannot say that enough.

A Winner and a Welcomed Weekend

The winner of the $150 Visa Gift card, courtesy of BlogHer and One-a-Day Multivitamins is #168, Shannon Smith.  Congratulations!  You all had some FABULOUS organizing back-to-school tips.

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Completely switching gears now.  I’ve had some e-mails asking me how my dietary changes are affecting my R.A.  I have to tell you in all honesty, that the last week has been one of the more difficult weeks I’ve experienced since all of this began.  The inflammation is increasing, and more joints are affected.  I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I’ve been awfully disheartened by my lack of progress.

However, and this is a big however, as Fiddledaddy keeps reminding me, this is a marathon, not a sprint.  I didn’t get this way over night, and healing will take as long as it takes.  I had a wonderful conversation with Barbara Allen, the author of “Conquering Arthritis” this week.  She spent 2 hours talking to me about my test results from the Alcat Food Sensitivities test.  The information was wonderful, and she helped me to see some things that I had missed.  For the next 6 months, I will be concentrating on only eating from the list of Acceptable Foods, in which I have no intolerance to.

There are other things I need to watch as well.  There are some environmental chemicals that I need to avoid.  For example, nickel sulfate, which is present in the metal of a good deal of  jewelry.  I’m not a jewelry wearer, but my watch has a metal backing that is in direct contact with my skin.  When my daughters learned of this, their eyes lit up, as they imagined themselves rifling through my jewelry box, and laying claim to all manner of rings and necklaces.

“Oh poor mom, CAN I HAVE YOUR JEWELRY????”

I’m also having to put on two pair of reading glasses to read the itty bitty print on all ingredients of my make-up, shampoo, and beauty products.

I am very excited about a meeting I have on Monday with a doctor in Orlando.  He runs a center for natural and integrative medicine, specializing in immune system disorders and autoimmune diseases.  I really feel like I need someone who is more of a naturalist, who has a lot of experience dealing with R.A. and Lyme disease patients.  Finding this doctor has done quite a lot for my morale.  I’ll let you all know how that goes.

Thank you again and again for your continued prayers and support!  Have a wonderful weekend!