Pics to share! But they're not pretty. These are my hands when they were at their worst, plagued with eczema. My knuckles would crack and bleed when I made a fist. I would wrap them in cotton gauze like a mummy. I had this condition for six years.
But, I hate stories with sad endings. There are too many downers in life, so here's the happy ending. I've been healed since 2008:
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