A Time of Renewal

Once upon a time, life was a simple story. I was strong in mind, body, and spirit. Sure, I had a few aches and pains, but mostly I ignored them and kept active. I stayed as healthy as possible to honor the body God had given me. I felt his presence, especially in the beauty of the natural world. I adored the outdoors—walking in the woods with my husband and son, working in my garden. But once upon another time, the story of my life was rewritten.

It started in the summer of 1999, when we lived in Illinois. I'd been hiking with my family. I pulled a tick from my leg, a creature no bigger than a period on a printed page. Later I stood in the bathroom, craning to look in the mirror. 

"Dennis," I called. "Come here. My back is just itching right off!" My husband saw an angry red rash spreading across my back. "Probably from the heat, honey," he said. "Don't worry."

Who had time for worry? I was a busy mom with a 6-year-old. We were renovating our house, and I was doing much of the work myself. The rash went away, and I pushed myself as hard as ever. But over the next few months I didn't have my usual energy. I was short of breath. Often I felt my heart pounding. "It's probably stress," my doctor said. Some may have called my schedule stressful, but to me it was living life to the fullest. I wasn't sure what to think.

Gardening with Dennis one day, I was suddenly so dizzy I collapsed on the ground. My doctor prescribed extra rest. But the dizziness sometimes got so bad I had to crawl on my hands and knees until it passed. I went to specialists and was poked and prodded. Blood tests. Scans. Nerve tests. Steroids lessened the dizziness, but the spells continued. Some days I couldn't get off the couch because of the numbness in my legs and arms. We got help at home because I couldn't always take care of my son. What was happening to me?

I spent every day cooped up in the house, in doctors' offices or waiting rooms—completely cut off from nature. That was where I had felt assured of God's presence. So where was he now? 

"I'm so tired of complaining all the time," I said to Dennis one day. "I'm so tired of being sick."

So many things went wrong. I wrote down each possible diagnosis—vertigo, multiple sclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, autoimmune inner ear disease. I had surgery to remove tumors and cysts. I felt like I was losing my mind.

Finally, in 2006, a neurologist came up with a new diagnosis, Lyme disease. Lyme is a tick-borne illness named after the Connecticut town where it was identified. I remembered the tiny creature I'd pulled off my leg and the rash I'd had six years earlier. The neurologist explained that the bacterial infection had been wreaking havoc ever since.