Growing Deeper Roots: My Story of Invisible Illness

I don't know if I ever really understood "living for the weekends" more than I do this summer. Last summer I worked at an all day summer camp. It was exhausting and sometimes frustrating but I really liked it. I felt like I was getting a lot of fun exercise and vitamin D. Then, I had money to spend during the weekend. I could drive to my boyfriend's house and visit him and I got to spend free time with my friends. I was starting to experience the fatigue, muscle pain and GI symptoms that have since wrecked havoc on my body, but I was still functional. I was still independent. During the school year, I had a busy stressful schedule, but I loved every minute of it. I love learning and I loved all my jobs at school. Weekends were fun, but so were weekdays. I had control of my life.  That's not what this summer is like. This summer, I spend every day researching self prescribed physical therapy, crafting an anti-inflammatory diet, and trying to work towards a more ...

I'm on a roller coaster. And for someone who faints at the slightest increase of altitude, this is not good.  BUT! I have an update.  After many tests and a hormone treatment/analysis my team here at Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center has decided that removing the tumor is not our best option. From here they have diagnosed me with POTS.  POTS is a type of dysautonomia that is characterized by orthostatic intolerance and excessive tachycardia. POTS stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome and affects over 1 million Americans. While there is no definitive known cause for POTS, many believe that viral infections can cause this malfunction of the automatic nervous system. One of the leading viral infections to cause POTS? Lyme disease. (I think I've seen this tree before) While the name and credit of POTS is relatively new (1993), the syndrome has been around for a while under many other names.  Treatment of POTS is difficult because it is o...

I've heard this is true for many chronic illnesses and I've seen it to be true for myself: there are good days, there are okay days, and there are bad days.  When people ask me how I'm doing I usually respond with "I'm alright," or "I'm okay today." But when I have the bad days, the dog days, the rough days, it's hard to lie. This is when I usually say something vague like "Oh you know, there are good days and bad days."  Unfortunately, I can't control when those days come. If I could plan them, I would choose days when I have no plans and it's raining, or days when I can just lay in bed. I wouldn't pick the days when I have family visiting, or I want to go out and see friends, or when I have plans to actually have a life.  Today was a dog day. Today was a 4 faints in 4 hours day. Today was a vertigo day. Today was a nauseous day. Today was a leg spasm day. Today was a brain fog day.  But today was also Father...

When you fill out patient forms in doctor’s offices, especially when visiting a specialist, there is often a reoccurring question, “When did you last feel normal?” I’ve always struggled with this question and it wasn’t until I heard the words “Chronic Lyme” that I understood why. My Lyme disease story starts in 2000. I was only 5 years old and I can only remember bits and pieces of my initial contraction, the rest of the story is filled in by my parents. Everything went right for an early diagnosis; my mom saw the tick on my eyebrow, I developed the bull’s-eye rash, I went to the doctor immediately. But there was one big hurdle. It was allergy season and my primary physician at the time was convinced that it was just a case of allergies and I was given a dose of Benadryl. Still, my body was persistent in telling me that I had Lyme. A few weeks after my first visit to the doctor, I developed Bell’s palsy in my face and had severe vision and hearing issues. My mom, the advocate she ...