In our family, fighting Lyme disease is a family affair. Our daughters, 7 and 12, were born with the disease. Last year, at various times, we all endured picc lines. My neurological symptoms flared last spring while our youngest was still receiving IV therapy. Upon hearing Mom needed a new picc line, she asked if she could watch, curious because her own line had been placed under anesthesia. Having endured countless medical procedures since birth, I knew she would be fine. The team agreed and after washing up and a sincere promise not to touch anything sterile, my daughter peaked over her mask, from the opposite side of my bed, fascinated by what she saw. When we returned home, she scurried to make a new sign for our room.
I knew I was in very good hands. : )