My blood results were officially positive for Lyme Disease the other day.
I have not seen the actual results yet, but was at least informed by my doctor about how she did look at them and will send them to me soon.
I remember seeing this movie about healing with a mind/body connection (HEAL, I watched it on Netflix) and they mentioned at one part how everyone responds to the "prognosis" with some kind of negative reaction, as though it is inherently human to be afraid of a course of treatment. I initially balked at that, because I was thinking about my own situation and how I would not have a negative reaction. I would finally be getting a name to call my affliction. Since mid-August or 2018 I have been without a proper name.
I felt a combination of things at that exact moment. For one, I was emotional about having evidence that something foreign was acting upon me. It was vindicating. It was empowering. For two, I was scared of the (still) pending prognosis - not scared of the prognosis, but the facts that I don't know what it will be and that the possibilities are not all known. In short, I will feel so much better knowing exactly what I will have to do for treatment.
I'm scheduled for a video conference with my specialist on Tuesday, hopefully to get a complete picture.
I have not seen the actual results yet, but was at least informed by my doctor about how she did look at them and will send them to me soon.
I remember seeing this movie about healing with a mind/body connection (HEAL, I watched it on Netflix) and they mentioned at one part how everyone responds to the "prognosis" with some kind of negative reaction, as though it is inherently human to be afraid of a course of treatment. I initially balked at that, because I was thinking about my own situation and how I would not have a negative reaction. I would finally be getting a name to call my affliction. Since mid-August or 2018 I have been without a proper name.
I felt a combination of things at that exact moment. For one, I was emotional about having evidence that something foreign was acting upon me. It was vindicating. It was empowering. For two, I was scared of the (still) pending prognosis - not scared of the prognosis, but the facts that I don't know what it will be and that the possibilities are not all known. In short, I will feel so much better knowing exactly what I will have to do for treatment.
I'm scheduled for a video conference with my specialist on Tuesday, hopefully to get a complete picture.
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