How 11 Top NYC Doctors Missed My Lyme Disease

A July 2014 wedding on Long Beach Island, New Jersey was the start of my nightmare. It was a beautiful weekend filled with love for two of our dearest friends who were, after 14 years together, finally legally able to marry. There was lobster and champagne and a crazy Gordon Gekko-style house on the beach. I sang a few songs, made a toast, and cried happy tears. I woke up two days later, back home in NYC, with a crushing head and neck ache. It was weird, but I figured I would sleep it off and be better in the morning. It took a few days, but I recovered. That Saturday, I got out of the shower and saw a faint red circular rash on my shoulder with a bug bite in the middle. My knees buckled. I called for my husband, Andy, "HUNNEEEE! I have LYME!" He really didn't think so. I banged on my neighbor's door, still in my towel, "Rachel! Look! Lyme!" She told me no way. But I knew, and I walked to the ER. The fresh-faced doc took a quick glance at my shoulder and said it looked like Lyme, and to thank God I wasn't one of those "crazy Lyme people" that never gets better because they caught it too late. I filled the CDC recommended 21 days of 200 mg of Doxycycline and fully believed I'd be okay. I followed up with an infectious disease specialist from NYU a few days later, to be safe. He reassured me that I would have no complications since I caught the bite within a week. I was relieved. A month later, my breast was swollen. I was vaguely aware of a deadly cancer...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news