Infectious Humor?

Sam got his blood drawn today for a Lyme disease titer so we can rule out that as a possible cause for the bizarre infection he's developed at the site of a tick bite from several months ago. "That was fun," he said as he put on his coat, dropping the jaws of the entire laboratory staff. He'd really enjoyed watching his blood go into the tube and observing the entire blood drawing process.

"You know, sweetheart," I told him as we put on our bike helmets, "many people believe -- and I do, too, sometimes -- that chronic illnesses can have something to do with a part of your life that is not healthy, balanced, or integrated with love. Your doctor reminded me of this today. So, I'm wondering, is there any part of your life that you don't like, anything that could hold you back from healing?"

Sam held my hand as we walked slowly down the long hall. When we got to the end, he turned to face me. "Too much greens," he said. "If I ate more candy, I think I'd be better."