Today, we had to make another trip to the USA to pick up my rx's. In the last 2 months we have made approximately 8 such trips across the border to Bellingham. In theory, Bellingham is only about a 45 minute drive from our home. In reality, depending on the border line-ups, it can some times take upwards of 3 hours to get down there. For this reason, we don't often take the kids along for the ride.
But regardless of whether they come or not, there is obviously much talk in our house about the fact that mom has to go to the USA because of her LD. They know that we go to Bellingham every 2 weeks to get my meds for fighting my LD. They know that I have to fly to California every 3 months to see DR H because we couldn't find a doctor here in Canada who knew enough about LD to treat it. They also know that mom is not alone... that truth be told, most lymies are in the same position and must go to America for treatment.
They don't understand it. But then again, none of us do.
And today, we discovered that their whole concept of why folks go to America is slightly skewed.
The kids accompanied us to Bellingham as it was (insert sarcasm) ONLY a 90 minute wait at the border. As we neared the start of the end of the very, very long line up, Avery asked if we were almost there.
How do you explain to a 5 year old the concept of being close yet still so far away?
"Well, Avery," I sighed, "we are close to the border but you see ALL these cars in front of us? They are all waiting to go to the United States. It is a very big line up today, so we are going to have to wait awhile before it is our turn."
"WHAT?!?" she incredulously exclaimed, "You mean ALL of these people have Lyme Disease too?"