An Unexpected Gift.

I received a gift in the mail today. Call it a little miracle. Call it a completely unselfish act on the part of someone I may or may not know. Call it what you may. It was a gift - a gift I do not take lightly and am ever so grateful for.

Thank you to whomever gifted me with another round of treatments. I feel beyond grateful ... I feel humbled.

Thank you.

Treatments 14, 15 & 16

About 1 1/2 weeks after the week long treatment, I went for another 3 days of treatments. (We just got back today.) We decided to make a trip of it with our kids and so we brought them along, stayed in a 2 bedroom hotel and tried to make it a fun event. They got to swim three different times which made it totally worth it for them.

The kids got to see the clinic and watch as they stuck me with the the IV needle and drew out some of my blood for the ozone and light machine treatment. I think it was good for them to see what has been being done to help their mama. It was also fun to see some people I've made friends with over the last couple of months and have my kids meet them as well.

After the second treatment, on the first day, I crashed a bit. I slept from 6pm until 7:30am. And felt that I could have slept a whole other day if I didn't have to get up for another round of treatments. However, the second day's treatments gave me a bit of an energy boost.

We went home after the treatment on the second day where I still felt pretty tired. I'm now anxiously awaiting to see what improvements will take place from here on out.

So onward and upward from here on out. I love the West Clinic. My (new) life long dream is to find a way to get people who are sick and ill and get them over to the West Clinic - their expenses would be paid and their trip be made as smooth and relaxing as possible.

So many people are there that can barely pay for their visits. So many can't afford to go at all. I wish that wasn't so. Money should not hold people back from getting well - I want to be able to help.

It was so nice seeing some of the people I'm closest to - some of those that I pray for every night. I want so badly for them to completely recover. It amazes me to see the progress they've already made.

When I first saw Nancy, she had a feeding tube and was still fairly weak. Her husband took her from a hospital where, after a long stay there, her stomach having shut down and she being in a non-coherent state, the doctors shrugged their shoulders at them and told him to take Nancy and go home.


Knowing that she only had maybe a week left to live, her husband, being desperate to have his sweet little wife live, brought her to the West Clinic not quite sure of their "strange" ways of going about treating people. He brought her there anyway as one last ditch effort to get his wife to live.

A few months later she's alive, walking, talking, functioning. What almost killed her? Chronic Lyme and parasites in her blood, mainly. Oh I love being able to visit with her! It's been 6 months now and she's doing so much better.

The next person is Gayle. She also has Lyme and some other issues. She and I have symptoms that are quite like one another. I've loved being able to visit with her . She lights up my day every time I see her. How a woman, who has struggled for so long, still keeps that twinkle in her eye and smile on her face is a wonder to me! I'm so glad I've met her. And I'm so happy that her symptoms are disappearing. 

 I'm so grateful that the West Clinic exists not only because it's saving my life but because it's saved the lives of people, such as these wonderful women, as well.

Week Long Treatment

So after that last appointment, plans were made for me to receive treatments (two treatments per day) for a full week ... that week long trip took place a couple of weeks ago. My mom watched the kids for the first 3 days and my mother-in-law watched the kids the last day.

When we got to the clinic we found out that Dr. J was going to be out of town that Friday - which was a bit disappointing at first but then, figuring that things happen for a reason, we chippered up and continued on with the treatments.

It's pretty easy to sum up how the treatments went: the first night I had a killer head ache and that night plus the following days and nights I was quite tired. Every time I'd chat with my mom my answer to her question about how I was doing would always be, "I'm tired." No body twitching, brain inflammation, heart beating like mad ... it was pretty calm. I feel very blessed.

The next couple of days upon getting home were rather frustrating. My brain was feeling super icky and I wasn't functioning well. My spirits were quite down and I felt a growing burden. That burden existed because  my family (especially my father, a sister, my mother and many from church) were anxious to see if I was doing better. And, at that point, I wasn't! In fact, I didn't feel much better than before I ever started going.

Boy was I frustrated and angry.

BUT ... after those first two initial days, suddenly I found myself cleaning my house more than usual, running the kids around and not needing to take a nap during the day. I questioned myself a few times, "Am I getting better?" and I asked my husband the same thing. I'd think back on 2-3 months ago and realize that I sure wasn't able to do this much that long ago.


Two to three months ago, I was taking multiple naps a day and even when I was awake I'd keep myself busy doing things that allowed me to stay sitting. I'd miss out on going out and doing things with my family because I simply wouldn't be able to keep up or last that long. I'd have regular flare ups that would completely wipe me out and where leaving me alone at home wasn't an option. I couldn't even do the dishes anymore - it was all too much! My kids and John were doing everything. 


So yes, yes I was doing better! And unlike the past 5 years, where I'd do my own stuff to try and get better or be following a health specialists regimen and feel some kind of relief, the relief, the healing, felt more solid, steady, real and permanent. 


Although, because of so many past experiences, I'm still a bit hesitant to cry out and say it's totally working I really feel quite hopeful and happy about it all!


(The photo is of me on the last day there. The doctor's flight was leaving earlier than he had initially planned and so he had us come in extra early that day so that I could get the full treatment for that day. We were put in one of the rooms (instead of the usual IV room where I get to sit in a recliner) while they had their usual morning meeting in the IV room.)