The Great Planetary Infection

We're poking our heads out of the hellish world of Lyme into cyberspace in order to reach you and let you all know what's going on.

Many of you are commenting on the absence of recent posts, so here's a bit of an update. Thanks for your comments, phone calls and emails to us. Please keep doing this!

Clearly, this has been a most difficult 3 weeks for Shannon.

She's been either in bed, or on the couch except for a visit to the doctor on Oct 1. The doctor was seeing patients on a drop-in basis, so I slotted Parker and Avery in the cue with a bag of chips and returned to wait with Shannon in the van. She could barely sit up so we reclined the seat as far as it would go (how does one make a minivan seat comfortable?). When our turn came, I hauled her out of the van and into a wheelchair to get her into the office.

Since my last post and returning from California, nothing has really changed for her. In fact, it's getting worse. I suppose this delicious detox cocktail she's taking is working. Inside her, there seems to be a great stirring of something that is fighting to either stay or leave. Reminds me of when Jesus cast the evil spirits into the herd of pigs. I'm seriously thinking of buckling her into the van and driving down the street to the Automall and casting her toxic demons into a lot of Toyotas.

That being said, it reality is that this whole thing is in the hands of the great Healer. We're all really tired of this, and I'm beginning to get stretched in ways I didn't know possible. But through it all, we're realizing that it's not just all about me - or Shannon, or Lyme. Our entire planet is infected.

We're either part of a really sick joke that God is playing on us all, or part of a master plan so intricately designed and loving upheld by a Master Creator that it is beyond our wildest imagination.

We've chosen to believe in the latter.