Lisa's thoughts about Love, Life, Lyme, and Liver disease

I returned home from my trip to the beach house and the next day I found a tick on me.  Heavy sigh. I would like to say that I was calm, cool, and collected but that wasn't the case.  The tick was removed, the tick wasn't engorged, the tick was still moving and, the tick was placed in a zip lock bag.  Why you ask - well, most of my Lyme websites talk about keeping the tick in case you want it tested for pathogens. Once the tick was removed I then proceeded to cry.  Crying helps right?  I was scared and worried and basically neurotic.  I am not as strong as Heather.  It was more fear of the unknown, but also knowing how sometimes a tick bite can be life altering.  Heather was so brave when she was diagnosed.  Maybe it was because for over a month they were unsure what was wrong and they were running so many tests and ruling out so many awful things.  She was so brave during her MRI of the brain, spine scans, numerous blood tests,...

On our first night at the beach house, Heather and I were returning from our evening walk on the beach sipping cocktails, talking about her move from New York to North Carolina, her health, and her new job.  We approach our driveway and what do we encounter - Bambi.  This young doe was as mesmerized  by us as we were of her.  I have to admit she was cute, but my association of deer with Heather's Lyme disease hits too close to home - literally.  We stood frozen and then Bambi ran back into the yard.  We are still unsure where Heather encountered her tick.  I don't blame the deer, but I don't want them grazing so close to home.  This picture of Heather was taken on the upper deck of the beach house.  You can see all the wonderful vegetation that is home to many deer (and snakes).  Speaking of Bambi - why are there so many sad Disney stories - Lion King, Lady and the Tramp, Dumbo, Old Yeller.  I could go on.  Excellent m...

It’s hard for me to put into words why I like the beach so much. I do believe that the ocean heals the heart, mind, and soul.  I know that this "beach therapy" will be wonderful for Heather.   The cottage was purchased in 1986 when Heather was four years old.   She was blessed with spending several weeks a year at this wonderful place.  The cottage is named Ducky Irene.   It is located near Duck North Carolina and the "Irene" was for my beautiful Grandmother.  Heather and I both have her middle name, but I also felt that this magical, peaceful place should be named after her.  One thing for sure, I never have to worry about any other cottage having this name.  On one of my many walks on the beach, I collected shells to spell out Lyme.  My intention was to get a picture of the shells as the waves slowly washed over them.  Since I am a wanna be photographer I was trying to capture that artsy picture.  There I...