Her body was itchy, he thought it was an allergy

Her Skin Itched for Weeks—She Thought It Was an Allergy, Until the Truth Shattered Her World

For 32-year-old Laura Gómez, a mother juggling daily life and motherhood, the relentless itching started as nothing more than a minor nuisance. She assumed it was an allergic reaction—maybe to a new detergent, food, or soap. To be safe, she made changes.

She swapped out her soaps, avoided certain foods, and even visited a dermatologist. The doctor prescribed topical creams and antihistamines.

But nothing worked.

Day by day, the itching worsened. It disrupted her sleep, drained her energy, and left her mentally and physically exhausted.

“It was unbearable,” Laura recalls. “I felt like something was crawling under my skin. I scratched until I bled, but there was no relief. Still, I never imagined what was actually happening to me.”

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