Tuesday, September 6, 2016

We are not living, we are merely surviving.

Some people make a bucket list for a number of reasons as if their life is somehow not complete,  not fulfilled, and void of meaning until they've done some wild, daring, adventurous activity. They put on the list things like skydiving, zip lining, traveling across the country, run in a marathon, etc.

When you don't have your health, your bucket list becomes the simple things you didn't used to value. Waking up feeling well with no pain and no sickness. Being able to get out of bed. Being able to go outside. Being able to go to work, school. Being able to spend time with family and friends.

Things can happen that make you realize that can change in an instant. I was up in the night and heard Wes go to the bathroom. Then I heard what sounded like Wes crashing into the toilet. I couldn't get the door open and was worried he had fallen and was blocking it.

He was trying to answer my questions, but he was very confused. He tried to open the door too, but he couldn't. After pushing against the door, it finally released. It had gotten wedged tight with his fall. He crawled partway back to the bedroom, and finally attempted to get up and feebly walk the rest of the way. He still does not remember what happened.

He told me later, "We aren't living, we are just surviving."

Surviving with Lyme.


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