Hi everyone, I’m interrupting our regular programming to let you know I’m speaking on the Stanford PANS Parents Support Group teleconference tonight at 5:45 Pacific Time!
You don’t have to be in California to listen. You can hear it by calling 1 (650) 724 9799. International numbers are available here. The meeting ID is 649 394 165.
Dr. Frankovich from the Stanford PANS clinic will be conducting a Q&A at 5:45, and then I speak around 6:30. I’ll be sharing my story, some encouragements, and some things I wish I could’ve told my parents when I was at my worst.
I hope you’ll join me!
In the last couple of months, I’ve had a breakthrough in my recovery. After being mostly couch-bound since January, I’m now able to run. And my cognitive abilities have improved so much that I just finished a small project. So many things I’ve hoped for have become reality!
I thought I’d feel nothing but elation if I ever got back to this point, but instead, now that I’m here…
I’ve found a dark side that no one wants to talk about.
Continue reading “When Getting Better Hurts More Than Staying Sick: The Paradox of Recovery”
What in the world have I done?! I thought to myself.
A wave of panic ran through me, and my heart began to pound as I stared back at the computer screen. I couldn’t believe it finally happened. I’d exposed myself before the whole world—my life story, in front of any eyeballs that landed upon it. Despite everything in me saying I shouldn’t be sharing so much, I’d just published the first post on this blog. But there was no turning back now. Continue reading “4 Things I Learned from 4 Years of Blogging… And an Announcement!”
In June 2014, I lost my body.
Over seventeen hours, I watched in shock as my body grew a mind of its own, erupting in wild, bizarre movements I couldn’t control. What started as innocuous twitches in my legs grew into full-body thrashes and twists and jerks over the course of one day. And then I realized I couldn’t walk, because every few steps, my legs gave out and sent me collapsing to the floor. Continue reading “I Woke up in a Body I Didn’t Recognize: Living with Involuntary Movements”
When I was a kid, I never quite fit in at school, but the outdoors were my refuge—every day, I came home and found peace and quiet in our woods. Little did I know, nature was about to stab me in the back worse than anything the other kids might’ve said.
Continue reading “11 Lyme Facts I Wish I’d Known Sooner…”
For the last eleven years of being sick, time has been my enemy.
The first sign I was ill was that I started moving in slow-motion—I lost awareness of time passing. Doctors thought it was late-onset Attention-Deficit Disorder. Instead, as I’d find out eight years later, my immune system was attacking my brain.
Continue reading “The Part of PANS/Encephalitis Recovery We Don’t Talk About”
These days, when friends ask how I am, I tell them I’m fantastic—and for a moment, I almost believe it.
I tell them about my new projects. I tell them about grad school in the fall. I tell them about a professional development program this summer. When I talk about everything I’m doing, I fool everyone—even myself—into thinking I’m healthy. Continue reading “Why I’m Doing Better Than I Think”
“Close your eyes,” the Lyme specialist said. “And hold your arms out straight.”
My body began to jerk while I stood in front of the exam table with my arms extended. As I strained to stop the involuntary movements, I could sense my parents’ dismay even through my eyelids.
Continue reading “How I Finally Made Peace with My Lyme Diagnosis”