Entry #5: Treatment in Canada

Although the treatment of Lyme disease in Canada is relatively new we were made aware of a program whereby I would receive similar treatment to that outlined by Dr. Omar Morales here in Puerto Vallarta Mexico. It would be a 2 month program.

We made the decision that I would fly back alone and Gary would stay and look after Mindy our 17 year old Shih Tzu. She had recently become totally blind, had cancer and was not stable enough to fly back with us.

I flew back to Canada and my friends picked me up at the airport. They cried when I came through customs as I was now only 106 lbs (48 Kg). I started treatment the next day December 14.

It would be 7 days a week. Starting at 7am. Daily treatment consisted of

  • 6-7 hours IV drug therapy.
  • 14 Inter skeletal injections of antibiotics.
  • Lymphatic massage
  • One blood transfusion a week.

I stayed at an air B&B blocks away from the hospital so being an outpatient wasn’t a problem. My parents lived about 45 minute drive to the hospital so this was the best choice.

I continued to spiral down quickly with the intense treatment. The pain, the nausea, confusion and trouble gathering my thoughts to speak were intense. Insomnia hit hard and after 3 days of no sleep along with the treatments I crashed hard.

I finished treatments around 4 pm one day and was supposed to make my way to my parents. I was so tired so I stopped at the apartment before heading to their place.

I fell asleep. They could not get ahold of me. They called 911. The fire department broke the door down to find me passed out.

By December 23 I was unable to stand. I couldn’t hold a fork to feed myself. I stayed at my parents over Christmas.

I resumed treatments Dec 27 and there was not much improvement. I was able to be back at the apartment near the hospital but all I did was lay in bed after I got home from the hospital.

I was becoming suicidal. All I would do is cry. I wasn’t very mobile. I was in a lot of pain. My rashes were back. My feet were so swollen and painful.

I felt dirty after each blood transfusion. I mentally could not cope with them. I can’t explain it. So much had already been taken away from me that I felt even less of a person without my own blood.

I was away from my husband for the holidays. I told him I didn’t want to live anymore.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I just couldn’t.

Warren Bennett – Chronic Lyme Disease