Last week I got a phone call from my doctor.
Back in December he told me he was leaving our family practice to go to work for an alternative practice.
Now, I love me some rockin’ alternative medicine. No doubt about it. He decided to run a blood panel on me checking some stuff out, just as practice for going to his new venture.
My results are in.
In my doctor’s words, I’m “pretty damn sick.”
Now, I’ve always had a myriad of medical problems – polycystic ovaries, Celiac Disease, Wilson’s Syndrome (a thyroid disorder), multiple food allergies and intolerances.
The blood tests, mostly used to check levels for antibodies, are pointing to Chronic Lyme Disease, Cancer and Lupus.
For those of you in the back: LYME DISEASE, CANCER AND LUPUS.
Now the tests don’t necessarily say I have those, the results show that I potentially have those and that my body is a nice breeding ground to create cancer. It doesn't mean I have it, and I'm holding on to that philosophy.
So, the new resolution around her? Figuring out what exactly is going on. Perhaps, finding a label to my chronic health issues I’ve dealt with for well over 20 years.
Twenty God damn years and maybe, finally we'll have a label.
Amazing how life can jump up and bite you in the ass and give you new motivation.