Relief

What a relief when one begins to feel better but since I was in this place one time three weeks ago with this bout of Lyme's. I am resilent to claim I am on the mend for fear that the spirichete will morf again and I will be facing it's horrors.

Life altering experience

Lyme's has been life altering for me.
Let me count the ways.
I woke up and realized I need to go to town and get a job so Howard can quit working and we have a steadier income from me and I have some better medical insurance benefits. So as soon as I am well enough that is on the list.
God gave me an attitude adjustment. I realized I do not pray enough. As much as I covet other's prayer, I do not pray enough for others when they have a need. Here I sit begging for healing as many others and fear the worst that I will not be healed. I do know that God is merciful and has delivered me in the past. Why do I have this fear?
I have days that are good and days like today that there is pain and distraction that makes it dificult to work. I have decided to take less work for a time. I have asked for help with the gardening for the garden club.
I am willing to make changes and see errors in my ways. Whatever you want, God.

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

I have been dealing with Lyme Disease for more than two months, possibly three months. I did not recognize the symptoms, the bite and rash were on my scalp, under my hair.
The depression has been horrid, doom and gloom, worry, clouds of fear for the future. Feelings I have never had to deal with before even though I have lived with depression, on and off all my life. I can deal with the pain easier than the mood the descends into my mind.
Two weeks ago I started doxicycline and started feeling better day 6 of treatement, felt better three days then relapsed and was sick as ever with exhaustion, vomiting, nausia and pain. Three days ago I started a stronger antibiotic and had a better day yesterday. Praying, praying I will feel better soon. Concerned that I am taking the right treatment.
Howard went to the doctor yesterday, now being treated for Lyme, on an antibiotic.
Please God, heal me.

Two months of Lyme Disease

I thank God we have antibiotics because I could not have stood another day of the Lyme disease. A week of Doxacylin has me feeling so much better. I felt like I was whining all the time I felt so miserable with the pain and depression, exhausted and fatigued.
Anyways. I spent the afternoon helping Debby move into her apartment on the third floor. She is half moved in and spending the night there with no electricity. I am the only "friend" she could get to come through to help her move. Some friends.
Thank you God for antibiotics.

A letter to Dad and Jeanne

Tomatoes!

What is it about filling the cupboards with canned good that gives such a feeling of satisfaction?
The 20 quart pot is filled for the fifth time this season with something to can since the tomatoes came on. This time it is Spaghetti sauce, the time before it was a wonderful seasoned tomato juice. The pot full yielded 18 1/2 quarts of vegetable soup using the first few tomatoes to ripen, corn, beans, onions, cabbage, and carrots from the garden in a beef stock base.
My mother delighted in buying me tools for canning and the 20 qt. pot was one of the last things she bought me more than 22 years ago. She would love my kitchen now with all the tools accumulated and she would love that I do all this canning.
The tomatoes are pretty much the last thing to put by in jars and we have a such nice large crop this year I am making as much sauce as possible. When I am done I will give the last of the tomatoes to someone who wants to can them. I have been sharing a lot of the garden produce this year as there has been more than I have need or time to mess with.
I love this lifestyle, I think we are healthier for it. We eat well and have food to share with others. The gardening is healthy excersize for me as well. I don't have to do this work, it is a choice and a connection to the past that gives me a lot of pleasure.

My friend Donna Kuntz

When I was 30 yrs old I started walking "the Horn" after my daughter Daisy got on the bus for school at 8 in the morning every day. I met a lot of people that lived in Rockton and I am so glad I got to know several of the "old timers"
Donna Kuntz was one of those lovely folk who became my friend. Little did I know that my visits to her elderly father would endear me to her at the time. Many days I left my home for a walk depressed, often stopping to chat with Andy for 20 to 30 minutes as he sat outside to enjoy the day. As he got older and his health declined I made an effort to stop at the house and visit for an hour. Donna cared for her dying mother, Andy's wife and then Andy also. She appreceated the time I spent listening to her father's stories and lifting his spirits as there are few people who have time for an old man.
Andy had wonderful histories of the people that lived in Rockton during his lifetime, what it was like delivering mail, how hard it was on him when his baby girl, Donna got polio, the tragedy of his son's suicide, and the heartbreaking loss of Donna's husband during WWII while she was pregnant with their child.
I am gratefull my life was on a common road with Donna Kuntz as she enriched my life and I will miss her loving me.