On a summer day in 1998, I had no idea my life would change dramatically by something as small as a pin head. That night while I was taking a bath, I noticed a tiny brown tick on my stomach. We lived in North Louisiana on acreage. Our Sheltie romped in the...
Well, my late-stage or chronic Lyme is back. Two weeks ago I had another chest port placed. I am again on IV antibiotics and expect to be for the next six months to a year. Because Lyme is now at epidemic proportions here in the South (it was first only in the...
