Mother of 3 teenage daughters 1 deadly allergic. Inspired by my intuition and eclecticy. Expatriated around the world: reinventing life.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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The medication and the treatment. Both is taken care of. Neither of both give a direct significant sign that things are going better. Seeing amelioration is much about patience, looking in the mirror a second or longer in the morning when ready for the day or late in the evening when it is the hour of going to bed again. Hoping for better. It is about tears, feeling just awful and getting really fed up with yourself. Derma, our skin, the envelop that covers our body. The very complex wrap paper that comes along from birth to death. It's the precious and dearest skin that we like to touch and admire when we give birth to our child. Pink, soft, thick, velvet, peach and apricot, cotton and adorable. Elasticity and puppy wise.
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