I have stuff to do.

I used to have Lyme's Disease.

USED to.  I have been cured.  

Not in remission ~ CURED!

I am a Chronic Lyme's Survivor.

I used to be in bed all day.  

I used to be in constant pain, all day and night.

I used to look like death, grey, ashen, frail.

I used to have fevers, chills, migraines, aches, joint pain, chronic fatigue and brain fog.

I used to not be able to remember or even talk sometimes.

I used to put on cartoons for my beautiful daughters and hobble back to my dark room.

I used to walk like a 90 year old woman.

I was told I would be on pain medications and antibiotics for the rest of my miserable life.

I was 28.

NOW!

I am 32.  

I am on ZERO medications!

I can run!

I have color in my skin!

I get up early!

I enjoy my life!

I have ideas and do them!

I PLAY WITH MY CHILDREN!

I can do yoga, ride my bike, snow ski, hike, go on walks, swim, anything I want!!

Every day of my life iz a MIRACLE!  It'z a miracle that I am not living in the tomb of my bedroom but I am living out loud. I am living each day like I have a new start on life.   Because I do.  My life iz an adventure of living.  I have felt for this past year that I could see the world in a brighter way, more vibrant.  Cheesy! I am telling you Cheesy!  But - Oh - So - True! I want to enjoy each moment, explore all, love deeply.  I have lived the other way, in darkness and despair.  I have been officially living without Lyme's Disease for a year now. My doctor told me at that day last February that I was a miracle.  I was in a fog of disbelief and fear.  I didn't believe my test results.  I didn't truly believe it possible.  However, in the last 9 months I have truly felt incredible in my body, I had hope but didn't actually believe that my health would be confirmed, I thought the last test results were a fluke. But last week I had all the tests run again, and they matched how I felt on the outside.  Not only is the Lyme's Disease gone, but my blood work was beautiful, perfect.  I am as healthy on the inside as I physically feel.  Silly that I needed that visual confirmation, it can be hard to trust.  

While at my clinic, an 80 plus year old man was healed of cancer and said, "The doctor told me that I am a miracle, I guess I still have stuff to do in this life." Thank you, John, for that wake up call.

If, John, this sweet, wrinkly man still has "stuff to do in this life" then so do I.

So do I.