It’s time to FIGHT Lyme Disease Like a Girl!

For the last three years, I’ve spent more time than I care to admit being laid up on the couch. Not because I’m a couch-potatoe, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. I was literally debilitated due to extreme fatigue. “Debilitating Fatigue” doesn’t sound like a big deal, until you really break it down. We’re not talking about being really tired or even run down, we’re talking about fatigue that halts you in your tracks. Fatigue that drops an avid runner and self-proclaimed cardio junkie to her knees.

You can scroll through some of the past blogs for details about my really rough days. But here’s a quick glimpse into the Life of a Lymie:  Really rough nights would be spent in bed, away from the rest of my family, with the pillow over my head, blocking out as much of the light and sound as I could.  Shooting pain, dull pain and radiating pain would run rapid through my body from head to tow. Just the thought of muscling up enough energy to roll from one side to the next, was more than my sick body could handle.

My “good” days would consist of me being curled up in the fetal position on the couch, constantly asking everyone to whisper and turn down their tvs, laptops, or video games. The beautiful chandelier in the dining room would rarely be allowed on, because the bright lights would cause an immediate migraine.

After months of negative test results and numerous use-less appointments with specialists ranging from Oral Surgeons to Dermatologists and Neurologist, I finally decided to become my own advocate (as I had done for my children years ago). I did my own research and started to come to my own conclusions. Every bizarre symptom I had led to Lyme Disease. BUT an ER visit back in November 2013 supposedly “ruled out” Lyme Disease.  When one receives a NEGATIVE test result for a Lyme Disease test, one would assume that one does NOT have Lyme Disease, right? Wrong!

I knew what the tests said, I heard what the doctors were telling me; but my mommy gut was saying something different. But it wasn’t until one night, after spending hours of doing more research online, that I literally heard the words, “IT IS LYME.” I didn’t hear, “I’m really starting to think this could be Lyme,” or “I wonder if that test could have been wrong.” I heard loud and clear, “IT IS LYME.”

It was then that I knew God was speaking to me. I shared my experience with Hubby and he whole heartedly agreed to dive into this Lyme Pool head first. After spending thousands and thousands of dollars, taking hundreds of prescriptions, suffering through hours of agony . . . there was improvement in my health and overall quality of life, but I never really had hope.

I was filled with bitterness and anger. I grimaced as I drove past runners on the side of the road and glared at people in work-out attire like they were the devil for being able to work-out and I couldn’t. But as the years have passed by, God made it very clear to me. He had to chill me out. And Lyme would be the way he would do this.

Good days would come and go, but there was never any real hope that I’d ever get back to my “old-self.” For awhile I was okay with that. My competitive runs, turned into slow walks with the dog, cardio workouts were replaced with an occasional bounce on the trampoline with the kids – but just when I thought I was okay with that, God dangled a little carrot in front of me . . . Dr. Molly and the Cherry Hill Clinic. 

Dr. Molly really is one-of-a-kind. It’s like she has her very own little missionary right here in South Jersey. Instead of traveling the world to save lives, she does it right here in her own back yard. I write this with the utmost confidence . . . doctors like Dr. Molly are FEW and FAR between. In my 40 years on this earth, I’ve never met a medical professional like her.  She spends hours upon hours with everyone who walks through her door. She will not only go through your ENTIRE medical history with a fine tooth comb, but she will spend countless hours of her own time researching new, innovative ways to get you healthy – ways that your family doctor would never even consider.

Everyone in the clinic is “her favorite” patient (even though we all know, that I’m REALLY her favorite), hugs are given to anyone who wants one and she’s not afraid to give the glory to God when and where it’s deserved (which is all the time).  The Cherry Hill Clinic really is a small piece of heaven on earth.

This morning I swung my the clinic, got a quick shot in the bum and then headed off to work. I opened up my office door, logged onto the computer, sorted through some important emails and then headed off to do something I NEVER thought I’d do again . . .  I taught a kickboxing class! Now granted, I only taught a small portion of the class, but none the less I taught. Up on the platform, microphone on, music blasting . . . I, little, old, Lymie, Lisa led a Group Fight class! God is sooooo good!

Last night, while reading my One Year Bible, I came across Psalm 91:9-16. I literally came to tears when I read this:


If you make the LORD your refuge, if you make the Most High your shelter, no evil will conquer you; no plague will come near your home.

For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go.

They will hold you up with their hands so you won’t even hurt your foot on a stone.

You will trample upon lions and cobras; you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet!

The LORD says, “I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name. When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble.  I will rescue and honor them.  I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.”

With HIS help, I have CRUSHED this Lyme Lion! HE loves me so much that he brought me up out of my pit of darkness and gave me not only hope for eternal life, but hope for a joyful life while still here on this earth. Me, little old, Lymie Lisa . . . I have done nothing to deserve this, yet it is my gift that HE has given me! What a blessing.

Did you know that this gift is waiting for you too? All you have to do is what it says in that first part of the verse. Make the Lord your refuge – make Him number one on your priority list. That’s all! If you are struggling with your own LIONS and COBRAS don’t wait. Turn your life over to Jesus today. Because the Lord is already with you. He just wants you to call out to HIM.


Who Will Rescue You?


Sunday night, I heard screams coming from the front of the house. Matthew was locked in the bathroom. I jiggled the door handle a little bit, got it open and boom – he was free. I went in after him, closed the door behind me and tested the knob once again. Only this time, I couldn’t get the door to open. The kids ran around the house panicking, even volunteering to kick the door down to rescue me.

Mommy was stuck in the bathroom! Daddy was at the store! You would have thought the sky was falling! “I’ll kick down the door,” one of them yells!   “No, let me do it!”  I heard from behind the door. “No one is kicking anything down,” I said. I instructed them to go into the family room, put on the TV and watch America’s Funniest Videos (which by the way may air our “Mac & Cheese Eating Cat” video in the next few weeks!) and patiently wait for Daddy.

As the kids panicked about what to do next, I plopped down on the floor, opened up the cabinet door and took out my nail polish container. “I could get used to this,” I thought, as I filed my nails. No one can disturb me, I have everything I need right here . . . . I see no dilemma.

About 15 minutes later, the car pulls up in the driveway and hear the rustle of bags. My Prince was here to rescue me! The kids bombarded daddy the second he walked in the door. “Mommy’s stuck in the bathroom! We need to kick down the door!”

He chuckled and reassured them that he would get me out, without kicking the door down. As he passed by the bathroom, he yells out, “You don’t mind if I eat first, do you?” Always the jokester! But to his surprise, I responded, “Take your time. I’m good”

A few minutes later, Hubby appeared with his tool kit and before I could finish my second coat of polish, he had removed the door knob and rescued me from my tower just like Shrek and Fiona.

What was interesting about this whole scenario was seeing how frantic the kids became. Yet, I was completely calm and relaxed (even without my happy pills). It reminded me that as Christians, we can be like that. When life doesn’t go exactly as planned, sometimes we jump and react without thinking things through – we need an answer now – so we kick the door down. But in reality, we just kicked a perfectly good door off the hinges, when all we needed was to adjust the knob a little. Waste of money, resources, and energy!

So, the next time life throws a curveball at you, instead of trying to kick down the door, for an instant solution, take your time. Seek out your true Prince, Jesus. He will always save you. Whether you’re stuck in a rut or in an addiction, He can get you out. He’s in the business of saving people 🙂