It has been a year since my first post about my hands. And since then they are still afflicted with eczema.

I will repeat it time and time again, if I was born with soft clear skin, I would have been a force to behold.

But that is simply not the case.

I do wonder if my condition has gotten better or worse. On one hand it is less painful, on the other it has affected both hands and returned to my ankles.

I will never have the hands or feet or ankles or wrists of a lady. Not with my dry cracked skin patched with scars from previous outbreaks.

It doesn’t matter. The only hand that I will hold right now is my own. Why worry?