We came to a clearing in things and went for it!
These pictures were taken after a wonderful evening paddling our tandem outrigger canoe (OC-2) on Sylvan Lake here in Indiana. How wonderful to be out on the water for a second outing with Steve this year. I am so very grateful!
Sadly the evening ended worse than the earlier part of this day. Tic attacks had started in the car on the 45-minute ride home. Within an hour after getting home and unpacking the car I was feeling sickly. We ate some quick salads before I scampered off for bed, still in my paddling clothes. Low grade seizure attacks ramped up over the next hour, escalating into one of the worse episodes I have had in a long time. Screams of terror filled our home. The best that I could do was hold on and focus on continuing to breathe . . .
Eventually I was able to call Steve for help getting off the damp clothing and showering. In my stupor and neurological collapse (requiring complete assistance to transport myself to the bathroom) I figured out that I must have gotten exposed to the blue green algae we encountered in the narrower sections of the lake. I had taken numerous precautions to limit exposure to the water. However, some simply cannot be avoided when splashing about, paddling from an open cockpit of an OC-2. And perhaps the slimy green pond near the port-a-potties in the parking lot were releasing aerosols that were not to my liking as well? I didn’t touch any food or the mouth of my water bottle since we did not have hand sanitizer with us. I guess it wasn’t enough: I am too sensitive to any form of biotoxin to get anywhere near them in any form until things change.
Thankfully after about three hours I regained motor control of my body. I was better able to communicate and we processed what had occurred this evening. Steve agreed that we probably need to limit paddling together to waters treated for algae, such as the private lake of a friend’s home. This means not being able to join the local kayaking group outings on Tuesday night for the third year in a row! That’s a major bite in the shorts! To get strong enough to go out with them for two years was a major accomplishment for me and lasted until I got sick October 11, 2011. Just getting into a kayak (and now an outrigger canoe, solo and tandem) simply had never happened before I married Steve. We have so many great memories being a part of the group in addition to his kayaking competitions. (Goooooo Steeeeeeve!) Sigh. And I was really enjoying the switch from a kayak to an outrigger, sporting my carbon-fiber bent shaft paddle too. So awesome.
Last night I watched most of the video story again of Justin and Christa Vanderham. Christa suffered from chronic Lyme disease and mold exposure for years before finding proper treatment with antibiotics, supplements, and nutrition. A fellow sojourner in recovery and reader of this blog graciously reminded me recently that Christa’s illness looked a lot like the videos that I have posted here and on You Tube. Yes, both our symptoms of distress appear wretched: intractable pain for Christa and relentless seizure attacks for me. We both scream at times due to our agony. In chronic Lyme and biotoxin illness it’s not the exact matrix of symptoms that is so significant as it is making sure you have the right diagnoses and treatment protocols to get well. We don’t say that we have different illnesses because our symptoms are a little different. We do say that we both might benefit from similar aggressive treatment protocols if reasonable test data and clinical presentation indicate Lyme or biotoxin illness. Unfortunately for me, EVERY SINGLE TREATMENT INTERVENTION exacerbates daily seizure attack episodes that average 3-4 hours per day! I simply cannot survive the treatment protocols of which I am aware to date. The multiple chemical sensitivities (aka Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome) already leaves me largely homebound to try and prevent noxious symptoms. Lately they are on the rise again (up to 8 hours!) regardless of where I am or what I am doing. When I take a 5 1/2 hour window of time when the symptoms subside and test the waters, so to speak, I usually pay dreadfully for doing so. This gal just can’t get a real break I guess. I keep trying the wrong things. On the surface, you could say that I am out of options . . .
Regardless, this I know: my Jesus goes before me and knows the desires of my heart. He knows that my heart is breaking right now to realize that I can no longer be with my dear husband 2 to 3 days per week when he pursues his sport on the water. I learned to kayak to be with my River Bear and was delighted to discover that I enjoyed it too (at a slower pace of course!). My Lord knows how isolated I am when I am home alone because of this illness. He has provided the safety and security of a lovely dwelling with plenty of time with my Heavenly Husband. He was my best buddy before I met Steve; He saw me through life changes equally as traumatic all the way to the restoration process in due time. I’ll be hanging tough and trusting Him with this door closing on open water activities, no matter how I may feel about it. The fact is that my Lord and Savior loves me more than I can ever know. He wants what is best for me. I will wait with great expectation at His throne of grace for His plan for me, whether or not a new door or window opens in due time. If I don’t lay down my will for His will then I will denounce all that He has shown me of His love for me in the past. I don’t want to waste all that I have learned. During those trials is when my faith grew to be what it is today. That is when the Holy Spirit became real to me, guiding me and comforting me always. Nothing can take that away from me. Nothing will.
Gentle Reader, do you know faith in God like this through His son, Jesus Christ? Please share with me your experiences if you do. I know it will encourage me to hear from you in addition to other Readers. Oh and if you could say a prayer for my Stevers that would be great. He hasn’t been getting much sleep lately. Thanks a bunch.
Better finish that mulching project in the gardens soon. Love to you, Just Julie
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UPDATE: By Tuesday night the seizure attack/shaking episodes were non-stop, landing me in the Emergency Room once again. That’s 4x in 2 1/2 years! At least they didn’t say it was all in my head, gave me oxygen and IV fluids, and I was feeling better within 220 ml of the latter. While this saga is not over, the labs they drew might provide some clues as to why I have not been feeling well. Thank you Lord for the assistance of my husband, for health insurance, the very nice staff in a new hospital, and for some extra sleep later this morning. You are good!