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NO MORE HUMAN SUFFERING FROM LYME DISEASE!
With a heavy heart and a thirst for more hours in the day, Rosa retreated to her colorful garden for a little introspection. The deer enjoyed the magical colors of her garden, also! She brought her thoughts with her and the deer brought a poppy seed sized terror, barely visible to the naked eye! In only a split second, a blood sucking tick traced the scent of her blood and turned her life into a horrific nightmare! How can something so small cause you to lose it all?
A Race Against Time: Living With Lyme is a creative nonfiction memoir telling the story of a suffering Lyme disease patient’s tremendous resilience. Rosa raced against time in a desperate search of a medical explanation for the rapid 30 pound weight loss and other debilitating symptoms. Her shoulder blades poked out like wings on a beastly species and they remained glued to her loose fitting clothing for almost a year. The pains tormented her frail body from head to toe, year after year, she suffered! Rosa saw over 15 doctors in a 4 year period and nearly died before finally getting diagnosed with Lyme disease. Take the time…Tell three people about Lyme! A portion of book proceeds will be donated to Lyme disease research.
I wrote the book A Race Against Time: Living With Lyme to bring awareness to Lyme disease by using my life experiences to highlight the difficulty in getting diagnosed and to expose the type of human suffering that comes from an infected tick bite when left untreated.
After the devastation of Lyme disease, I consistently gave my testimony to strangers. Their mouths and eyes were wide opened and top teeth exposed. I quickly drew a captive audience of ordinary people, living normal lives. I was amazed with the questions, the intense interaction and the lack of knowledge about Lyme disease. From there, I was inspired to put pen to paper.
All other reasons for writing were not clear to me until I completed the book. As the words flowed through me, I received greater inspiration from writing the words. I gained a deeper analysis on life and a strong conviction on how I began to see life differently after surviving the near death experience.
As I wrote the book, it became evident to me that my life was not my own and I was chosen for a higher purpose. I realized my life was spared to be a national voice for Lyme disease. As the book took shape and the words continued to unravel, I experienced a deeper level of transformation within my spirit.
Although I started the journey writing about Lyme disease, by the time I completed the book, my heart was full of celebration for God’s goodness. This joyful celebration was for a second chance on life and a renewed spirit.Order the Book
“Run when you can, walk when you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.” ~ Dean Karnazes
The next day, I was at work. I got up from my desk to go down the hall. The pains hit severely. I leaned on the wall and yelled for help! Co-workers stood and rushed to grab me. The pains traveled deeply throughout my entire body. My fingers on both hands were bent in a locked position. All of the steroids had worn off. I could not put one foot in front of the other. Two people helped me to a chair. My eyes closed and my mouth was opened wide. My elbows clinched my body. I felt like my body was shutting down. They offered to call 911. I refused. If I was dying I wanted to be in my own bed. My co-workers wheeled me out in the office chair. They drove me home and put me in my bed.
When Tiara came in she was crushed! She could tell I had spiraled downward, fast! She stood over me. The corners of her lips turned downward. Her eyes were fixed on me. My elbows gripped my head and then my waist. A loud outcry of pains every few minutes broke the silence. Her tears dropped on my comforter.
She gasped, “Mom, I can’t watch you like this. You need help!”
Too frail to form words, I slowly muttered, “They don’t know what is wrong with me.” Tears soaked my cheeks. I feared I would not see her graduate. I feared I would not see my son again. Suddenly, I had lost all independence. I was debilitated. Tiara rushed to call Anthony! He was there in minutes. His nostrils flared while his eyebrows stretched. He was in disbelief.Order the Book