Confessions of a caregiver
Before I begin - I am not writing this post to solicit comments about how wonderful I am and how much I am doing for Heather. In a kind and perfect world, you would hope that a parent would do anything to help their sick child. Anything. So, here we go. I am not a perfect Mom. I get frustrated. I am scared. I don't listen to my own blog advice - "don't judge a book by it's cover." I think that I can fix or navigate this Lyme journey by myself, but I can't. I cry. I am so stubborn that asking for help is not an option. Wow - did I just confess all these things? I am beating myself up right now for not being a Lyme Literate Medical Doctor with years of experience and the diagnostic tools and cocktail of medicine, supplements, and herbs that could have fixed Heather in December 2104. Pretty funny right? I believed that after Heather was diagnosed and treated with a her six weeks of IV antibiotics and all the "specialists" said she...