Note: Ash's Advice is written by, me, Ash, a long-time patient with ME/CFS, FMS, Chronic Lyme, etc. I am not a doctor, and nothing written here should be construed as medical advice. These are simply my musings; a series of letters to my younger self, and to anyone suffering through the "living death" that is… Continue reading Ash’s Advice: Part 3 – On Doctors
“How Do You Do It?”
"How do you do it?" she asked. "Just how do you manage to keep it together in spite of how miserably sick you often are? It is just so hard to keep doing this, you know?" It is a question I get asked often, and there are a number of answers. First, a rundown of… Continue reading “How Do You Do It?”
Risky Decisions, or, Valcyte: the Very Scary Adventure Ends
I've had the great blessing to meet (online) a lot of ME/CFS and Lyme/TBD (Tick-Borne Disease) patients. Many have become friends. I believe, taken as a whole, that this patient group has got to be the most medically-literate patient group around. We have to be. There are few doctors who have a clue what these… Continue reading Risky Decisions, or, Valcyte: the Very Scary Adventure Ends
Shock and Dismay: Re-visting Tick-Borne Diseases
Last week, I saw my LLMD (Lyme Literate MD) again, and left after spending an hour with her, in shock & dismay. Where neither my PCP or neurologist have any ideas really where else to go with my deteriorating health, other than the "band-aid" approach - treating the symptoms as best we can - my… Continue reading Shock and Dismay: Re-visting Tick-Borne Diseases
We Know the Enemy, or ME/CFS/FMS Explained Again.
Wee little note - this is out of date. I started this blog in 2010, for my family for the most part. To help them understand my illness, and help me work out my thoughts on it and also other matters. Since 2010 I've learned a lot of things about the nature of my illness,… Continue reading We Know the Enemy, or ME/CFS/FMS Explained Again.
The Stranger In The Mirror
Standing naked, I gaze into the mirror. So many changes have happened to my body, I barely recognize the person who stares out at me. Time and illness have taken their toll. I will be 48 years old this month. Late forties. Almost fifty. My mind struggles to wrap itself around the concept. There is… Continue reading The Stranger In The Mirror