Today I had my PICC line removed. I am not Better. I’m not even little “b” better. This is incredibly disappointing, and I have been feeling very emotional about the whole thing. I’ve been sick for 2 years and 1 month.
I will continue oral antibiotics to treat babesia, and hope for the best. Hopefully, the IV antibiotics took care of the Lyme (I did feel better for a few weeks there!), and these other meds will take care of the babesia, leaving me feeling much better by the winter. But I have passed so many of these hypothetical finish lines along the way, that I am growing very weary of them.
I am once again adjusting to a new idea of what my life will look like.
Over the past few months of this IV treatment, some really positive things have happened (and continue to happen!) in my life. Events that have brought me joy, humbled me, and truly lifted me up in difficult moments. I want very much to share those happy stories with you, and I will. Soon. I promise.
Right now, I’m not having many good days. I feel sick most of the time, to varying degrees, and I’m just trying to put one foot in front of the other.