|Sophia reminded us to do a Sunday photo today, even though I've missed the last several weeks.|
I used to try to keep my house clean, even with my busy schedule of work and kids. And I usually succeeded, too!
I used to read the book club book every month, plus several more.
I used to go grocery shopping.
I used to keep up with the paperwork in my office. At least mostly.
I used to have the energy to deal with my spitfire Sophia.
I started to notice my energy and ability to do a lot of things going downhill sometime last summer. While I am not sure exactly when I contracted Lyme, the blood test does tell me that it was sometime in the past 18 months. At first I assumed my thyroid was off again and pursued that avenue to no avail. It took until the end of January for me to know definitively that Lyme was probably the cause of the issues (not just lack of energy) I was dealing with and I started treatment about three weeks ago.
It is kicking my butt.
Keeping my house clean is almost impossible. Now I feel like I accomplished something absolutely amazing if I am able to clean ANYTHING.
I can barely manage to read my book club book for the month, and if I'm being honest, I haven't even finished the last two books until after the meeting.
The Maestro has taken over the grocery shopping completely for the last several months. I had to do it last week because he was out of town and it nearly killed me.
The paperwork has officially taken over my office. I'm serious. Don't go in there.
I have had to resort to Skyping my mom to deal with Sophia when I just can't do it anymore and The Maestro isn't home.
I feel like I am allotted only a certain amount of energy each day (energy is the best word I can come up with, though it isn't quite the right one for what I feel). On the three days each week that I go into work, I use up the daily allotment AND end up borrowing against other days. On the days I don't work, I am thrilled if I have enough energy to pay a couple bills, fold a bit of laundry, or gather tax information. I know now that a large part of my difficulty recovering from the shoulder surgery had more to do with Lyme disease than it did the surgery itself.
I find it interesting that some of the greatest trials I have had in my life have been health issues (the other times being the hyperemesis I suffered during all three of my pregnancies). These times have forced me to slow down and take better care of me and, ultimately, to work on my relationship with my Heavenly Father and my Savior in a way that I can't when I am going, going, going and doing, doing, doing.
For that, I am thankful. And this Easter week, I am even more thankful than usual. Easter is the time when we think of the greatest sacrifice that Christ made for us. His Atonement, His death on the cross, His resurrection. I find great comfort in the fact that He did not only die for my sins, He took all of my trials--my sorrows, my sickness, my sufferings of body, mind, and spirit. This does not mean that I will suddenly feel amazing, but it does mean that He is with me, that He knows exactly how I feel, that He is not judging my inability to function, and that He will comfort and strengthen me as I go through this current trial, and the trials that are sure to come later as a part of this earthly existence.
If you look in my sidebar, you will see an Easter ad run by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It will lead you to a beautiful website full of information about what happened on each day of Easter week. What a wonderful way to celebrate this important holy week with our families. Check it out, and think about how Christ is helping you this Easter.