Maybe you know this part of my story, maybe not.
Fourteen years ago after many years of seeking answers, I was diagnosed with Stage III Lyme Disease. By the time a correct diagnosis came, it had crossed into my brain. It was in my heart, spinal fluid, and everywhere else within my body.
It was E V E R Y W H E R E. It was even in my bones.
It was killing me.
Several Lyme specialists have told me that when Lyme has advanced that far, it's rare that the patient lives through the next five years. Treatment is grueling and oftentimes causes the death of the patient.
My whole world and that of my husband changed drastically.
At the time of the diagnosis, both my sons, my only living children, were fighting on the front lines of war. I said to myself, "My boys are fighting in that war over there. I'm going to fight just as hard as I can imagine they are. They are not coming home to no mother!"
So, they fought, unaware that I was, too.
By the grace of God and the prayers, love, and support of my husband, family, and friends they made it home alive and I am ALIVE, too!
Great googly-moogly I'm alive to see 60!
Today, please let me say this to my family and friends: If not for all of your prayers, support, and love I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here. I love you more than I have words to say it with.
Lyme Disease is a treacherous enemy. It's relentless. The bacteria that makes up Lyme is smart, multiplies itself, and is formidable and stealthy. Not only have I had a "brush" with death, I've stared it down while saying: "I will LIVE and NOT DIE and declare the goodness of the Lord!"
So today, with tears welling up in these eyes I'll shout it from the rooftops: LOVE saved me when I was almost dead!
My God has been so kind, shown such love...I don't have words in any language to thank Him enough. I love Him. I owe Him everything.
So this is sixty. I like it! I think I'll shoot for 70 now.