Something's Wrong: When Life Gives You Lyme--What's Killing Me Could Be Killing You Too

I closed my eyes. This couldnt be happening. A seizure--in front of my fourth graders at school! I could scarcely hear my husband giving the nurse in the ER my latest list of symptoms--fatigue memory loss balance issues staggering falling brain fog irritability and now . . . seizures! I tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead. My hand couldnt find my face. I was soaked in urine and needed to vomit. I wanted this all to be over. But it wasnt. It was just the beginning. For the next few months I would be evaluated by experts and whispered about by friends. Hallucinations haunted me day and night. I was scared and worried on days I wasnt catatonic. I was complacent and even silly at other times. The lady with early onset of dementia became my calling card. I was expected to die. I wanted to die. The journey I took claimed many victims. My family and friends were immersed in my fear and frailty. The decision to put me in a nursing home was the trending talk. But how can you treat what you dont know you have when all you do know is that somethings wrong?