Pot of Gold

I've had two Bicillin injections now. Number three is due tomorrow.  The thoughts are racing through my mind: Will this be the treatment I've been waiting for? Will this finally bring me into remission? Will this be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?

Sometimes, I feel like a fish swimming against the impossible current of chronic Lyme disease. Will I get my life back? Will I get better? Will I have to keep swimming forever? Will Bicillin be my miracle?