Last week when EN’s sister site Horse Nation announced the winner of its fourth annual Back on Track “Horse Therapy” Essay Contest, the winning story struck an especially touching chord. In it Alyssa Kelley, of Boise, Idaho, shares the deeply personal account of how her horse Bacon has carried her through her battle with Lyme Disease. Thank you for sharing, Alyssa!
Photo by Lindsey Burns
After climbing aboard my leggy bay mare, I gain this familiar sense of security. Actually, I feel a lot of things. I feel encouraged, proud, excited, happy. But most of all, I can feel “normal” again. You see, I have late stage Lyme Disease, among a handful of other illnesses. Life is no longer black and white or easy or clear.
I suffer from weakness, tremors, passing out episodes, asthma attacks, sicca syndrome, pericarditis, and terrible joint pain. Some days it is difficult to do daily tasks and a large variety of people will stare when I awkwardly walk by. But when I crawl onto Bacon, my 2008 OTTB mare, that all goes away. All of those things are still there, but she reminds me that I am still a person.
Photo by Blake Kelley
I met her as a three year old on the track. I enjoyed showering her with hugs and kisses, braiding her forelock, rinsing her off after a work and stealing some carrots to share with her. She was quirky and kind, weaving the day away in her stall but pausing for any snuggle offered.
The beginning of the following year found her looking for a new home. I was first to get the offer, gave my husband the saddest eyes I could muster, and the following weekend I led her off the trailer. I was scared that we would not be a good match, but our first ride quickly erased that thought.
Photo by Blake Kelley
We took a little stroll around the arena, with only a halter and lead rope, and immediately our bond grew. Soon after, I fell ill and she struggled with lameness issues. Though that put a kink into our plans, we have made it through and I can have some good days in the tack.
I can still enjoy feeling her bouncy trot, collected canter, her sway in her walk and her deep sighs after a “good girl” pat on the neck. She deals with my dizziness by holding utterly still while I rest my head on her neck. Cross country jumps are never a big deal if I tell her it is ok and safe.
Photo by Sunny Daze Photography
Though dressage is not our forte, she does her best to determine what exactly I am asking her to do. She isn’t the most careful jumper over brightly colored sticks, but she does her best to get me through the course with our limited skills. She makes everything whole.
Bacon has been with me through all of the years of sickness. And she is the only thing that has felt healing in this whole journey. Together we can be eventers, jumpers, adventurers and conquerors. We can be invincible!
