Without health life is not life; it is only a state of languor and suffering – an image of death.

Buddha

From the day one I was diagnosed with Lyme, I was desperately searching for answers online. There are many forums and online communities that discuss treatments and protocols for Lyme. One of the biggest ones that I came across was mdjunction.com. I started reading all posts and learning what treatments work and what don’t. I have learned about Samento from that forum and I have also learned that Lyme will make you miserable for the rest of your life. I was contacting “veterans” on that forum asking them about what worked for them, and the usual answer was that nothing worked and there was no cure. It seems to me that people in the support groups are the ones who don’t get better. Some of those people are cynical and depressed and they often tend to bring others down. I would often come across posts like :”It does not worse it to even start treatments, because you will never get your health back anyways.”  They are not a real representation of us who healed from Lyme. I was getting really depressed and discouraged however I had that inner voice inside of me that knew there was some kind of solution and I would never give up.

I came across so many terrifying stories like: “Cancer paled next to the despair of knowing I was facing this terrible dark place again – of constant pain, fatigue and whole body sickness. With cancer, I could still live life even though I might be facing death. But this illness was a living death. Laurie Martin, a Californian who has struggled with both tick-borne infections and colon cancer, states that cancer “pales” in comparison to the pain and suffering of Lyme disease.”

So, I have started searching for people with success stories ONLY and talking to those that healed themselves. Well, there were not many of them. (Most likely those who healed from Lyme simply moved on with their lives). I have found one lady on that forum, I remember, her name was Connie. She was my hero, my inspiration, and my hope. Connie was sick for at least 10 years before she got diagnosed, and she gave it all she had to heal herself! I was asking her questions every day about her treatments and supplements, and I was gaining little hope to heal myself one day.