by lenasquest » Wed Mar 17, 2010 10:41 pm
Hi Thane,
Forgive me; I didn't mean to disparage your role as Lyme warrior. I think your role is perfect for you and for most people who simply won't accept the possibility of Lyme winning. You are a young man; the profile of a warrior, and I know some of your martial arts disciplines have helped strengthen your warrior resolve. You are in exactly the right context for you.
I have been a healer/warrior for many decades, even before my illness had a name. At this time, I find myself, as a war-weary grandmother, in another place. Write it off to Spring Lyme flare, or the fact that my psoriasis has finally come down out of my concealable hairline and onto my face (truly heartbreaking). Perhaps it's my passing through another anniversary mark of my fight. I'm SO much better than I was, but the ongoing campaign of protocols, of ordering supplements, of all the rituals of fighting this thing sometimes just gets to me and I wonder if there is another way to do this; another perspective, or ah-ha understanding that i haven't yet found.
I feel like the owner of a tiny bodega in a sketchy neighborhood, who must pay protection money to stay in business. I'm still very much in business, but I'm also paying and paying and paying, and thinking how nice it would be to change my neighborhood, my business, or my means of protecting myself.
In Hinduism, the relative world is run by the three gunas: Satva, Ragas, and Tomas: the forces of creating, maintaining, and destroying. It's said that the most formidable and deadly guna is Ragas, the maintainer. I know that I have been too long destroying or maintaining. Now I feel a need to create, and wherever, whenever possible, stop thinking about Lyme. I want to do the things people do in peacetime.
So. Today I sewed slipcovers for two large sofas, as their leather was badly scuffed and unsightly.It was something I could do and finish. Tomorrow, I'll flush: not my liver but my oxyhydrogen welder, put some new electrolyes not into me but into it's chamber that makes the oxyhydrogen gas and commence to create.
Like John Merrick, the Elephant Man, who wanted just once to sleep lying down, even if it might kill him, I want to step out of the fight, just to see how it would feel to be 'normal' for a day.
Don't worry. I'm not depressed, really, I'm just fed up and needing to vent that, I guess.
Meanwhile, I applaud anyone's perspective that propels them toward recovery.
Be well,
Léna