Here at my next Remicade infusion… only to find out my dosage is being increased— because my HS and PASH Syndrome are trying to make a comeback. This fight is constant. Just when I think I’m making progress, my body reminds me it’s not done yet. But I’m praying—truly praying—that this higher dose is what my body needs. Because I don’t want to go back to hospital beds, missed moments, or the fear that comes with living in survival mode. I want healing. I want peace. I want more days where I get t

Another day, another Remicade infusion—another reminder of just how much strength lives inside this body. These days don’t come with ease. They come with preparation, deep breaths, and quiet prayers before the needle ever touches skin. They come with hours of sitting still while medicine drips slowly, doing the unseen work of keeping me here, keeping me moving, keeping me fighting. Infusion days are not glamorous, but they are powerful. They are proof of persistence. Proof that even when the bod