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Photo link…

Here is a link to photos of Ivy’s Pemphigus.

Please, only look if you are truly interested. I would be very sad to get comments about how gross it is. I know already.

This is as much for me as for anybody.

I will be putting daily updates in as we continue with the prednisone.

Tests and treatment.

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I am tired. Exhausted in fact.

Yesterday was a colossal one.

A day of doctors, tests, doctors, results, more doctors, long drives, long, neuron pathway altering thought processes, tears, heated discussions, doctors and finally treatment commencement. Did I mention doctors?

You know it’s been a big day when you cry in front of a doctor, who doesn’t know you.

Now we wait.

We should see some response within a week.

I was thinking of taking photos as the days progress. What do you think? I might post them on a separate page so you can look if you want.

Our paed; who has redeemed himself beautifully, is fully on board; came to the appointment and spoke to me again last night for a long time about Ivy and her health or lack there of. Who’d have guessed?

The range of emotions at the moment is amazing. 

Escape with me.

Come with me, his eyes said. I will help you. I will allow you escape from this. I will open your mind and your heart to a beauty that you have never known.

I know it hasn’t been great. I know that you feel small, ugly, worthless.

You have lived your life in fear but now it is time to fly.

Escape with me.

I will show you that you are worth a million of him.

I will show you the only ugliness is his abuse.

I will show you that you are bigger and brighter than all of the oceans, all of the waves with sunlit crescents swelling upon the vastness of the sky.

You are beautiful and funny and smart, no matter what he said and you can escape from his grasp. 

Don’t let him own you anymore, not in his death, as it was in his life.

I believe in you.

Now you must believe in yourself.

This was writen as part of Scribbit’s Write Away Project for January.