I have labored for many months on thoughts- thoughts about Lyme Disease, thoughts if I should write a blog and thoughts about what my first post should be about, if and when, I finally decided to write one. No amount of thinking seemed to generate the right words to convey how debilitating this disease has been for me and the many others I have encountered along the path.
It has been said that Lyme Disease is a journey, a marathon. With a stroke of insomnia last night, my inspiration for the first post finally came from a well-known poem:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost, 1916
The character in Robert Frost’s poem stood at a fork in the road and decided for himself which road he would travel. In contrast, I was not so fortunate as to choose my own road…but rather, it was chosen for me. Lyme has become the path I find myself on. Now, I trepidatiously walk the less travelled road of chronic illness. I hope and pray, that although this particular road was thrust upon me, I may still experience the same outcome as Mr. Frost. By taking the road less traveled, whether by choice or by chance, it will have made all the difference in my life.