May 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
May is “Lyme Disease Awareness Month”, but for me, it’s every month. I’m a Lyme Disease Survivor. After years of being misdiagnosed/undiagnosed, I trusted my instincts/intuition and was treated successfully for advanced Lyme Disease at Malibu Hyperbaric Medical Center in 2010; referred to by Turn the Corner …I was very happy that my strength eventually returned. However, it was not long after…that I had another life saving dream. This time to get my breasts checked immediately. In early 2011, I was diagnosed and being treated for Invasive Breast Cancer (BRCA2+) at Pink Lotus Breast Center/Cedars-Sinai and Tower Hematology Oncology Medical Group in Los Angeles. I can only hope and pray that I will get through it as well.
“Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme” is a poem that I wrote while undergoing treatment for Chronic Lyme Disease. It can be just as disabling and life threatening as Breast Cancer, but does not receive near that kind of attention, which is very sad. Please visit CALDA – California Lyme Disease Association for more information into this tough, debilitating, chronic, hard to diagnose and treat disease. Thank you. Many blessings…and I hope you enjoy my video poetry.
“Lose the Lyme: Save the Rhyme”
I can’t hustle…
when some strange disease has attacked my joint and muscle.
I can’t think straight,
when I’m carrying all this added weight.
I can’t go on believing-
in a system that isn’t seeing.
I can’t dream for too long,
when I feel something inside me is so wrong.
I can’t solve a riddle,
with confusion and crying—dying in the middle.
I can’t do the things that I once could do…
If it hasn’t happened yet, it could happen to you.
I can’t stand the pain at times…
Am I really a victim of biological warfare—terrible crimes?
This is a very critical rhyme,
from a simple soul suffering with Lyme’s in her prime.
Wouldn’t you know, sprinkles are now coming down on my face:
I can barely feel the rain, yet I embrace-
God’s Grace is taking place.
I can almost see in the cloudy skies — a moving staircase.
Close to the ocean, I feel the big wind and my heart race.
Healing begins with a Wounded Healer, at a slow moving pace.
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