At first, it seemed like nothing more than a simple allergy. Her body had begun to itch uncontrollably, red blotches appearing across the skin in angry clusters that looked like rashes. I thought it was something minor, perhaps a reaction to new laundry detergent or maybe a food sensitivity.
These things happen all the time, and usually, a quick trip to the pharmacy, a couple of antihistamines, and some soothing creams are enough to fix the problem. That was my expectation. But as the days went on, the itching didn’t fade.
It intensified. The redness spread wider, becoming more inflamed, and the restless nights grew unbearable. Watching her toss and turn in pain, unable to find even a moment of relief, filled me with dread.
We tried everything that made sense for what we thought was an allergy — cooling lotions, over-the-counter medicines, oatmeal baths, natural remedies whispered about in online forums. Nothing worked. Instead, the patches of redness seemed to deepen, the irritation growing worse until even the touch of a bedsheet against her skin made her flinch.
The frustration in her eyes and the exhaustion in her voice became impossible to ignore. By then, I knew we had crossed a line from ordinary discomfort into something else entirely. The moment we stepped into the doctor’s office, I expected reassurance.
I thought he would glance at the skin, maybe prescribe stronger antihistamines, and send us home with promises that it would pass in a week or two. But instead, I watched the doctor’s expression change as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowing in focus. He asked quiet but precise questions: how long had this been happening, had there been fevers, weight loss, night sweats?
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