riding on a horse one day;
riding in a wheelchair the next.
If that's not confusing enough, this is what I look like when I'm in excruciating pain:
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| (hint: I'm the one on the right) |
On my good days, I don't look sick. On my bad days--unless I'm in a wheelchair--I still don't look sick. So how will the world know how badly a cure is needed for this painful and debilitating disease? That question nags at me day and night. I don't have the answer and I really wish I did.
I am only one person in this big, big world trying to spread awareness for chronic Lyme disease. Sometimes it feels like a lost cause, but I am trying and that's as good as I can do. I am reminded of this beautiful quote by Helen Keller, "I am only one, but I am still one. I cannot do everything, but still, I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do."
