My girls are taking a Speech/Debate class at our homeschool co-op. Speech covers the first semester, and Debate will be the second semester. Our English/Lit/Speech tutor is amazing and is one of the main reasons I signed Emme up for this co-op 3 years ago when it looked like our Classical Conversations class was going to disband. At the open house for the Co-op, I met this enthusiastic Literature-centric educator, who not only got Emme excited about classes, but had me thinking I should go back to school.
(I didn’t. But I thought about it.)
Emme is an avid reader/writer who has blossomed under this tutor. Both girls (and Jensen) are all taking English/Literature classes with her, and we threw in Speech/Debate for high school credit for my Emme (who is now a Sophomore…sob…sob). Cailey jumped on the speech/debate band wagon for grins and I’m certain this decision will come back to haunt me. Cailey can argue with a brick wall and win. Should she ever become an attorney, opposing counsel will be begging to be locked up, just to escape her mad-pit-bull take-no-prisoners attitude.
(I often say that this skill will serve her well in adulthood, but it’s going to kill me in menopause.) So do I really want her to hone this ability?
So. Speech class has been a breeze for Emme who can pull together an essay on anything without breaking a sweat. For Cailey, it is like you are asking her to pluck out an eye with a spoon should she have to compose something. How they share DNA, I’ll never know.
Anyhoo. Recently they had an assignment to write and read aloud an essay about something that is close to their heart. Over the course of a Wednesday afternoon I saw Emme furiously typing her speech. She rarely shows them to me, and I only see them after the grading as I’m filing them in her portfolio.
The next day after class, Cailey came home and told me that Emme’s speech made everyone cry. Even Emme. A heaving sobbing ugly cry. I turned to her, “What did you write about?”
She said, “Your battle with Lyme disease.”
Uh-oh. Knowing her penchant for All The Drama, I asked her, “We’re not going to start getting casseroles are we?”
She let me read her paper. I got teary. I really had forgotten how frightening my illness, diagnosis, and subsequent 18 months of treatment was on my sweet girl. As well as on my entire family.
I think sometimes, it’s like childbirth. As time goes by, we do forget the pain. But I don’t think my husband, or my children, will ever forget what we went through 5 years ago.
I’ve been able to manage my symptoms by keeping my immune system strong. I’ve had to clean up my diet (so let’s not talk about my trip to Cracker Barrel Friday night), avoid stress (Hello? Have you met my 3 children? That I HOMESCHOOL?), and maintain a positive attitude (coffee plays a major role in this department, so disregard the whole clean up my diet idea first thing in the morning). I haven’t been on antibiotics in a few years, and really only take a few supplements. That beats the heck out of the 60 to 70 pills a day that I had to take during treatment. It’s something that I’ll have to watch all of my life, but it’s manageable.
I’m pretty spry. I’m not sure if I can run, because I never run on purpose. But I bet I can. If chased. I still deal with joint inflammation, but am hoping to get control of that as I’m researching what triggers this.
One tremendous positive about my Lyme journey is that because I had been so outspoken (some might call it over-sharing) about what I was going through, others (even people who are near and dear to my heart) were able to get a correct diagnosis and treatment. And I will never again take my health for granted.
And that’s my state of being. Grateful.