It’s been over a year since I wrote a blog about my health (the latest one being Finding Home). Mostly because not a lot changed since then, both positive and negative aspects were on an even keel – nothing drastically new, but manageable, many thanks to all the support I received from so many of you. So: better mental health, lessening of weird symptoms (burning mouth/foot syndrome, thyroid goitres etc) but still the small window of energy each day, bordered by exhaustion, still a continuous discomfort veering sometimes into pain down my sciatic nerve, still my pancreatic insufficiency for which I have to take digestive enzymes with everything I eat, still getting up in the night to wee several times, and sadly the restless legs returned when I stopped the sciatic pain medication, but if I can get my ‘bad’ leg pulled (quite literally!) before sleep, this seems to ease it so I’m sure it’s associated with my prolapsed disk. I’m also still waiting for consultations with an NHS cardiologist etc (it’s been over 2 years now…), but it’s been a while since a tachycardia episode has woken me violently in the night.

If there is an art to illness, I felt I was learning it.

I suspect one of the main skills involved in such an art is being willing to ask for help. If you’ve read my blogs you’ll know how difficult this is, was, for me, and yet doing so created a fundamental shift inside me, the beginnings of rewiring of old programming that I had to do it alone, had to be independent, strong, without needing help from others. This was what my mother modelled, and although I could see how negatively this affected her and her life, it was hard to shake myself free of the same beliefs. I was forced to, my health deteriorating so severely I more or less had no choice (see The Unendurable).

But something changed in March and once again I’m asking for help. If you’d prefer to skip to the specifics rather than my lengthy preamble, go here.

For no particular reason (that I know of), my exhaustion no longer had a window of energy and became crushing. It is 24/7. It’s affecting my eyesight, I can barely focus until late in the day (I’ve had my eyes tested, they are fine). The only times this had happened before was if I was actively ill, or after my adverse reaction to the vaccines. I was (am) still “aggressively” resting which means guided meditations lying down and an eyemask, at least twice a day – my days being shorter than most people’s as the best sleep I seem to get is in the morning, so I get up late, and my body starts to shut down around 7 pm, so the most I’m doing then is watching TV or reading.

Although this exhaustion bothered me, I decided to participate once again (and hopefully assist a little) in my partner, David Crean’s  Body Resonance Goddess retreat in the beautiful Milelja Retreat Centre near the little town of Molyvos. I was much sicker the first time (two years ago), and almost didn’t go. I’m so glad I did as it was a deeply healing experience. This time, although I continued to feel very tired, it was once again amazing. Particularly important for me was making deep connections with three beautiful women, two of them half my age (but twice as wise), connections I know will last my life. But the journey home was challenging, 19 hours of delayed flights and long drives and sitting on runways or in the air awaiting a slot.

Two days later I became profoundly ill. What I sometimes call my ‘usual’, only more severe and lasting much longer than normal: deep malaise, as if you are about to come down with a tropical illness, or a bad flu, but without any coughing or sneezing or even fever. I could sense something was ‘in’ me, something unwanted – a virus, bacteria, mycoplasma, I don’t know. Something that lives inside me and hurtles to the surface when triggered, most likely. A retained pathogen, my acupuncturist believes. Three weeks of utter grimness.

At the time I was reading The Invisible Kingdom: Reimagining Chronic Illness, a 2022 medical memoir by the poet Meghan O’Rourke. It tells the gruelling journey of her own physical health, but also delves into the social and political ramifications of chronic illness. The gaslighting, the sexism, the failures of the medical institutions. The book is extensively researched and she interviews a number of doctors and scientists. It’s not an easy read, not because it isn’t well written, it is, but because of all she suffered emotionally and physically, still suffers, and the truth she writes about how it is for those with chronic illness.

There is so much I’d like to quote from the book but the parts that struck me the most were about how so many who are ill are expected to learn something from it. We do, of course we do, but at what cost? As Meghan writes:

“There is a razor-thin line between trying to find something usefully redemptive in illness and lying to ourselves about the nature of suffering. Until we mourn what is lost in illness—and until we have a medical community that takes seriously the suffering of patients—we should not celebrate what is gained in it.”

If you don’t want to buy the book, Goodreads has a good list of short extracts and quotes.

Like myself, Meghan has multiple reasons for her illness. But the thing that helped her the most, the thing that allowed her to live a relatively normal life, was treatment for Lyme disease: an intense and long-term course of antibiotics. (She followed this up with FMT in England – fecal microbiota transplant, to take care of the microbiome killing side-effect of antibiotic therapy, something I’ve known about for years as it can help those with chronic illness, but for me it’s unaffordable).

One of the factors that most likely triggered my ME/CFS was South African Tick Bite Fever (similar to Lyme, but often called Rickettsia). I’ve long thought about embarking on an antibiotic treatment, long avoided it, long wanted to try everything else. I’ve also thought about taking antivirals, which some with ME/CFS do very well on, and given it’s likely I have flare ups of Epstein Barr Virus and that I do have flare ups of HSV 2, they could help. But my impulse has always been towards alternative approaches, and even when I went to a tick-borne illness versant doctor in Germany fifteen years ago, she treated me with herbs (one year of them, after which she said I was cured and yet my health steadily deteriorated, possibly because I wasn’t properly dealing with past traumas that can also be a factor in chronic illness. I went on another tick-born illness focussed herbal protocol about six years ago – you read Finding Home you’ll see the extensive trauma therapy journey I’ve been on – and my mental health has never been better thanks to this. But I’m still ill).

Reading Meghan, and feeling so entirely awful for three weeks got me thinking. There are tests for tick-borne diseases, mostly in Germany and the US, but they are hugely expensive and not entirely conclusive. I spoke to my GP here in the UK and she told me she has a patient with a similar profile– trying everything including trauma therapy, and that the antibiotic most used for Lyme, Doxycycline, finally helped this patient. Would I like to try? I had no hesitation. YES, I said. I didn’t expect any result but within a day of taking them I no longer felt grim. The tiredness, the difficulty focussing, yes, but not grim. I’m on a week trial, to be extended another week if I’m doing alright.

A couple of days after starting the antibiotics I connected with someone in a support group for those with tick-borne illness. I’m not sure why I reached out to this particular person, perhaps because she’s both a scientist and a writer, because I liked her profile picture, her posts about solar power, about how humans and apes share a common language, her posts about cats. She hasn’t been ill for as long as I have and she initially thought it was ‘just’ Long Covid. She discovered Dr. Ben Sinclair, a private consultant who is putting together a centre of excellence focussing on hard to diagnose and treat illnesses like Long Covid and Lyme and is working with some world leading experts on these.

As I know, many with post covid infections or adverse reactions to the vaccine have reactivation of other viruses or bacteria and based on her symptoms, Dr. Sinclair treated her with both Doxycycline and antivirals (Valacyclovir). While she still has Long Covid, she is doing much better since this combined treatment, and still works with him.

Given my own GP is not a specialist in this area, given the NHS only allows for 10 minute slots if that, and given this new journey I am on is not straightforward, not without side-effects or detours or set-backs (as is clear from Meghan’s book) I strongly feel I need such a support, at least an initial consultation.

It’s not cheap, of course, but much cheaper than the blood tests I had vaguely been thinking about over the years: £299 for an initial 45-minute consultation. (The ten-day FMT Programme Meghan did in the UK costs £5175.00 but that’s not in my sights right now!).

So, yes, once again I’m asking for your help. Once again it isn’t easy, and I have no expectations. But if you can help that would be amazing. (If you’ve read this far, that’s amazing too!).

I would like help towards two consultations with Dr. Sinclair, one to start with and another to see how I’m getting along. Thankfully as I’m ancient now, prescriptions are free 😊

Here is the link to the fundraiser: Can you support my journey to physical recovery?

Thank you for reading. Thank you for being there. Thank you for the little messages I get on my Facebook and Instagram posts, it all means so much to me.

Previous blogs of mine on my physical situation:
Finding Home
Doctor, Doctor
44 Weeks
Still Suffering
ROCKS AND FLOWERS
Feeling Normal
The Real Story
The Unendurable, Part Two
The Unendurable
IT’S NOT COVID
More Things I Don’t Want To Talk About
On Being Invisible