Just one

"Do you have any questions? You may ask anything."

During the fall of 2008, just moments after learning I had Lyme disease and several co-infections, I was reeling with emotion. Relief to finally have an accurate diagnosis, anger it had taken so long, validation of various symptoms and anomalies in blood work, frustration that the Lupus treatment had worsened symptoms, sadness about being away from my family for treatment, anxiousness to feel better, and a pit in my stomach at the possibility our daughters also had the disease.

"Where should we take them?"

Their symptoms? Daily headaches, joint pains, severe asthma, severe sleep apnea, fatigue, insomnia, frequent respiratory, ear and urinary tract infections. Our oldest was losing ground cognitively. Our youngest had been born with severe intrauterine growth retardation, resulting from a problem with the placenta. Entering this world at 2 pounds 9 ounces, she had been fighting with a compromised immune system since birth. She was born with a rare eye defect known as primary hyperplastic persistent vitreous that had resulted in the removal of a stalk of blood vessels and then her lens in her right eye. She had worn a contact in her right eye since three months old, contact and bifocals since 5 yrs. By the age of two her growth had nearly stopped and she began nightly growth hormone injections. Lymph nodes in her neck were enlarged. She had severe sensitivity to environmental allergens that would trigger rages and horrible headaches. Autistic-like behaviors included flapping her hands like a bird. Sometimes we would get frozen in the grocery store, I with milk bottle suspended in mid-air because she would know that it had to go in one perfect place in the cart to avoid becoming very agitated, but she was unable to tell me where to put it down. Her drawings often a flurry of black scribbles.

We were fortunate my doctor had pediatric experience. Our oldest tested positive for Lyme disease, Hashimoto's thyroiditis, HV6, CMV and Epstein-Barr. She began immediate treatment. I remembered a time a few years earlier when her platelets dropped and she was evaluated for autoimmune diseases. The specialist took me quietly aside and told me it was not unusual for a child to assimilate the symptoms of a chronically ill parent. Ironically, her symptoms mirrored my own because we shared the same disease and viruses.

Our youngest joined our "picc team" three weeks later. Fortunately, my husband did not have the disease. It hasn't been an easy road for any of us, but the girls have come so far in their treatments, it warms our hearts and gives us much to celebrate. I'm improving, too, just at a slower rate. Chris and the girls have been so supportive during my third and hopefully final picc line as we continue to strive for a healthy family; a dream shifting to reality with each passing day.