I guess by now the suspense is killing you. It’s been quite an extended radio silence, especially from a girl that you all know by now…has A LOT to say:)
Earlier this month, like clockwork, I was on my way to see my favorite Doc in the World. Up until this point, my angels, my friends, my rocks had been lining up to haul me across the Texas State Line to deliver me to my #1 Doc in one piece. However, this time, as the date grew nearer, there wasn’t a line anymore. For a moment, I panicked…
In reality, I could drive myself. It may yield a little added anxiety, it may require that I break the voyage up into shorter spurts of driving, stopping, stretching with a possible overnight rest break. Then, it occurred to me! My sweet sister, my fellow Lymie, my brave Warrior counterpart, Amanda and I could go together. I booked a flight to New Orleans…financially, it was way cheaper…physically it was less laborious. It was a date!
In my normal fashion, which is to procrastinate, I was scrambling the night before to pack. Since my infusions run Sunday through Thursday, I had to also plan for carrying liquid medications, syringes, and needles on the plane. My precious friends and biggest supporters, Barbie, Melinda, Ryan and Kelly offered to take me to the airport. Following an emotional conversation and treatment debriefing, we arrived at the Southwest gate. The goodbye hugs and encouraging words launched a water works. I’m not sure why…I was so ready to face my next journey head-on, but I guess I felt so much love and support that is consumed me.
I approached the nice lady at the Southwest counter with apprehension. What if there was a problem carrying these meds and supplies on board? I had read the guidelines, but was still a tad nervous. At first, she was a little gruff and stiff. I explained to her that I needed these medical supplies near me and I went a step further for some unknown reason, and revealed my port and catheter line. I apologized, although she didn’t appear to be questioning my story. She smiled the softest, most empathetic grin and confessed that her daughter had a port for years and finally won her battle against Lymphoma. At the same time, we extended each other a hand over the luggage scale, firmly held hands and said, “God Bless You.”
Since emotions were already in overdrive, I smiled with tear-filled baby blues and proceeded to the security checkpoint. Lines were unusually long and my new friend at the counter had granted me special permission to have two carry-ons and my larger than normal purse. I told the nice TSA guard that I had liquid medications and he smiled, put his hand on my back, and said “Make sure you take the tater tots outta your pockets, too.” I let out a boisterous laugh and smiled away the remaining tears. He then, proceeded to say, “You’re a beautiful lady. You travel with that smile the rest of the way.” I mean, really!?! Business travelers are grunting, sighing, and pushing their ways through here, never bothering to make eye contact with anything other than their smartphones, yet this man, immune to their selfishness, stops long enough to remind me to smile and that I’m beautiful? I almost hugged him, but I was afraid with heightened security that I might be removed and strip-searched just trying to affectionately thank this dear man.
Those two gentle, compassionate souls, coupled with my dearest friends drop-off inflated my soul. I HATE flying. I fly because I have to…I love to travel, but despise the flight. Others have witnessed my sheer panic on numerous occasions, those close to me have let me cry and squeeze my little fingernails into their skin with the slightest little hiccup of turbulence and I was here, all by myself with my big girl panties on, flying alone. I had not flown since my cousin, Jarred and Molly’s wedding, like what…12 years ago? I was scared. I was. I felt so incredibly alone right then. Just for a few moments, but my mind wanted to blame Lyme Disease. Cuss it, even. I just kept saying to myself…”because of you….because of you….”
To find comfort and calm my wacky nerves, I plugged in my earbuds, listening to my favorite playlist that consists of every song I listen to religiously every day that brings me courage and inspiration. Naturally, “Flying Upside Down” by Griffin House came on as we took off. I wasn’t scared anymore; I was once again grateful. Because of you, Lyme Disease, because of you, I get to live now. Because of you, I get to see my awesome friend Amanda. Because of you, Lyme Disease, I get to walk the rest of the way, arm-in-arm with my long lost friend. My soul sister, the Lily to my Astrid
I guess I have a lot of blonde hair on my face, haha. Oh, well
I couldn’t change my circumstances, but in the spirit of staying true to myself, to meeeee, to my mission, I CHOSE to change the way that I was looking at “Flying Upside Down.” I was flying high, I was going to get more treatment, see my beloved Lyme Warrior, and meet her friends and family!! I was going to New Orleans, baby!!
I was now working on “Live to Be Free”…compliments of Mr.Griffin House, again:)
Here’s Amanda’s blog that details our journey:)
Keep flying, my faithful angels!!