Archive: June 2016

Johnson family with race-truck

My Lyme/Yeast Disease Journey:   I remember it like it was yesterday.  1977, 4 years old, at my cousins farm in Morden, MB.  After spending all day in tree forts, and the woods playing, it was after supper that I went to the bathroom, to find a ‘bug’ embedded in my tummy.  I screamed.  My mom came running, pulled the ‘bug’ out of me, a wood tick she said, it was gone, and that traumatic event was over.  Little did …