Eczema. I’ll just state my feelings on this disease-without-a-cure right away. Puh.
My oldest Ninja (a.k.a. Ninja #1), was diagnosed with severe chronic eczema when he was 20-months. We were stationed in Guam, but my husband was deployed in Afghanistan. My son’s body was covered in itchy, red lesions that burned his skin and kept him awake at night. None of the medications the doctors prescribed made a dent in his eczema. All I could do to help him was hug him and pray. I’ve done a lot of praying over the last year-and-a-half.
My Ninja is 3 years-old now. He still has eczema – remember, there is no cure – but it is much more controlled and only covers his cheeks, neck, and hands on occasion. It was a long journey, but we finally found a doctor who could treat him. More specifically, an allergist, who has managed to give my Ninja peace.
My Ninja sleeps through the night now. Unfathomable. He takes a bath without tears. And, on cool days, he plays outside with a huge grin plastered on his face and laughter leaping from his heart.
I could go on about the difficulties of dealing with this disease, or the hole eczema leaves in your heart when someone you love so much is suffering from it. But the length alone would practically make this a dissertation. For now, I’ll end it here with my heart feeling a tad lighter now that the door to this topic is open.