I have Lyme. I’d like to not have it anymore. I also just want cake.
I really don’t know how to talk about myself. For example, that torturous game we were all forced to play the first day of elementary school where we all went around the room and had to introduce ourselves and say something interesting made me sick to my stomach. It lasted until college. Like, really? I’m 20 years old. We are still playing this game? No one is even looking at me. Anyways. My name is Tara and I like being outdoorsie, reading, shopping, writing, and art, if you were wondering. I also really like cake – enough to put it my blog title. So… that’s like, a lot. But to be serious, all of these entries are the literary products of my life. Which is strange, given that for now I am leaving this public. I keep staring at the privacy settings but I keep doing nothing about it. But more about me. I was born, raised, and still am, a member of the LDS church. I am a Mormon. I am Christian. This defines me the most.
As for the rest of the stuff, I was born in Michigan as the first of five children to my two wonderful parents. Childhood is mostly a blur of obsessing over animals, pretending to be animals, and begging my parents to buy me animals. In the second grade my mother pulled me and my brother out of school and began to home-school us. Since those years, I have endured all the typical home-school jokes… even still as an adult. And because I appreciate humor, I encourage them. A lot of them are true, I was weird for a while. However, the real truth about those years is that they were filled with far more education than public school ever offered me. My mother provided us with the opportunity to learn anything we ever wanted to. Also, while I was home-schooled I often took my books and read them in the chicken coop. I’ll allow you all to have one shot at that.
Fast forward to present day. I live in Salt Lake City on a hill with “D”, my amazing husband, who is awesome. I also parent a dog with which I foster an unnatural attachment to. Three and a half months after I married, my health nose-dived overnight and I became seriously ill. I’ve since been diagnosed with a long-standing Lyme Disease infection, chronic Lyme, or Neuroborreliosis. The disease has since traveled to my brain and nervous system and has required aggressive, invasive, and long-term treatment.
Unfortunately, due to Lyme Disease having become a political issue, so little is researched on this chronic stage of the disease. I, with many others, are the guinea pigs in this generation as a few good doctors try to treat ahead of the research. This blog will feature a lot of the difficulties involved with my treatment, but also a lot of my victories – physical, emotional, and spiritual. I feel strongly that despite my challenges and sufferings (which are no different than many others) I need to spread hope and share the light that can be found amidst a horrible disease that frequently steals both. Since becoming sick I have also developed a strong desire to educate the public about the dangers, difficulties, and controversies surrounding this disease which is infecting us at astonishing rates, year after year.
But back to cake. Lyme has taken many things from me. I can’t have cake during my Lyme treatment. I haven’t had cake since early 2013. I love cake. If I can’t have cake at the end of this, then what is the point. Sometimes, I think cake is all that matters.
I enjoy a little sarcasm too. I’ll sit down now.