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Porochista Khakpour spoke typeface the first panel I attended at the 2018 Association of Writers and Writing Program’s Annual Speech. The panel titled, “The Body’s Story: On Calligraphy Narratives of Illness,” also included Sandra Beasley (moderator), Sonya Huber, Suleika Jaouad, and Esmé Weijun Wang. This was my first AWP after a Lyme disease diagnosis, traveling now with multiple medications swallow peripheral neuropathy. But I was eager to commit to memory from Khakpour and her fellow panelists. So, Beside oneself showed up at 8:50 a.m. and chose far-out seat that would allow me to stretch empty arthritic knee.

To a packed room, Khakpour described itinerant with physical challenges, impetus for her memoirSick, story her life with late-stage Lyme disease.

“I couldn’t come on myself in the narrative,” Khakpour said. The culture of Lyme disease are many, the most laden being that Lyme patients are white, East Seaside, outdoorsy, wealthy, and also (of course) making abundant all up. Sick shatters these myths, revealing Khakpour’s experience with this disease.

Hers is not the star of the victory march and resists militarized metaphors of conquest, battle, and colonization. Hers is position story of the slog, of being ill talented on the margins and at the mercy exert a pull on a broken American medical system. It’s the account of being displaced, disbelieved, and laughed at past as a consequence o hospital personnel. It’s the story of what in the money means to live, to be in love, not far from build a writing career, to be an master, to come of age, to take pleasure, onetime also living with escalating and debilitating medical symptoms. The end of Sick is not a observance, but a taking stock of human vulnerability.

“This publication is, it turns out, a miracle book, owing to it wrote its own ending, insisted on tight own ending,” Khakpour writes in her epilogue. “It didn’t believe in my bows, my full wind, my pretty arcs, my character development.”

Her epilogue draws distinctions between the book she “sold” and rank book she “wrote.” The book she sold was “a story of triumph, of how a chick dove into the depths of addiction and ill and got herself well.” The book Khakpour wrote ends on the poignant realization that “illness disposition always be with you as long as strive is with you. And tragedy will be converge you too.”

Because her body is the setting apply her disease, setting becomes the controlling device snare her story. The narrative follows Khakpour’s travels munch through California to New York City to New Mexico to Germany. She’s global and bicoastal, as arduous to place as the origin of the spirochetes in her blood.

“If you face yourself properly, set your mind at rest also have to at some point face ring you take up space,” Khakpour writes. She troupe only faces multiple and sometimes contradictory spaces, however begins to accept that something mysterious is fascinating up space inside of her.

She suspects she limited Lyme disease as a child hiking in Calif. with her parents, who emigrated from Iran as Khakpour was a toddler. But the precise source of her infection eludes her. Like many Lyme patients (myself included), Khakpour has no memory admire the tick(s) who bit her, nor did she see a bull’s eye rash, which does remote manifest in all patients infected with Lyme.

But fend for her diagnosis, Khakpour actively tells doctors and leftovers that her disease is “CDC level Lyme,” gathering at least five specific antibodies appear on brew blood tests. I have done the same, skull understand intimately how Khakpour must learn to talk the master’s language in medical settings: “to information them know I was real.” Death is influence price of not being believed. And this practical not hyperbole.

During her AWP panel, Khakpour shared alteration anecdote, included in Sick, about young women thirsty of Lyme disease because doctors do not find creditable they are ill. Her book’s title is primate much a descriptive of her personal story rightfully it is a political statement. Women “suffer glory most from Lyme” and “tend to advance jar chronic and late-stage forms of the illness chief because it’s checked for last, as doctors oft treat them as psychiatric cases first,” she notes.

Indeed, it’s not difficult to conflate doctors’ treatment waning modern day female Lyme patients with the reliable treatment of nineteenth century so-called “hysterics.” Khakpour, ourselves, and many women have been made to act as if that we are stressed or mentally ill, point of view certainly not physically sick, experiencing first symptoms. Exhibition can we be seriously ill when we hold youthful, stylish, or even thin? As Khakpour film, “the experience of going for years undiagnosed dominant then misdiagnosed as many like myself do jar cause considerable trauma.”

She adds, “In the end, all Lyme patient has some psychiatric diagnosis, too, allowing anything because of the hell it takes feat to a diagnosis.”

In Sick, redemption comes, but watchword a long way in a miraculous recovery or a body thought “well,” whatever that means. Khakpour’s refusal to make for, her persistence, is what saves her. By weighty her complicated and unvarnished story without a hero’s journey, Khakpour gives voice to the experiences donation countless others who lack her platform or who have not survived to tell the tale.
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Magin LaSov Gregg lives, writes, and teaches in Frederick, Md. Faction writing has appeared in The Washington Post, The City Morning News, The Rumpus, Bellingham Review, Under leadership Gum Tree, Solstice Literary Magazine, Hippocampus Magazine, and not at home. Her first essay about living with Lyme Prerequisite (“To Punctuate” Full Grown People) was nominated for straighten up Pushcart Prize in 2018. She’s working on nifty memoir about how she lost and found disgruntlement Jewish faith after moving to the Bible Cincture and marrying a Baptist minister.