I finally went to the specialist for the mysterious spots that I have been watching expand on my leg and elbow, like bruised fruit spreading. I find it odd now that I simply observed them for quite some time, and surprised that it took the discovery of the sudden appearance of many, many more of them on my legs and hands to prompt concern enough to seek a specialist.
“Do you want the good news or the bad new first,” the doctor asked.
Disseminated granuloma annulare.
The good news is that it is a “benign” autoimmune skin disease, benign meaning that it has no affect on my health. The bad news is that there is no treatment for it. In the five minutes that the doctor spent with me, speaking in a very rushed manner, he showed me pictures of how it will continue to take over my skin and gave me a prescription for a topical corticosteroid cream that “might help”, but will not prevent more from forming. I informed the doctor that I was not happy about this.
Once home, I tortured myself on Google researching my BENIGN disease. Benign indeed. Yes, I am grateful that it will not effect my health, however, if I am one thing, it is vain. I became angry. By evening when Gary returned home, I was livid. How could there not be a treatment for this? What if more develop on my arms, or my neck? Or my face? Gary said that I was beautiful and that he would always love me and then kissed the bruised fruit mark on my arm.
And then I cried. Two tears . . . one from each eye.
That is all that it will get from me.
I am beautiful just the way I am.
Skin can’t bring me down.