Rachel and Raff

This is a professional website but

What happens in professional life is deeply affected by what happens in my personal life and this has been a bit all consuming…..hence it’s own page.

Who is Raff?

My husband!

What’s going on?

It’s complicated. See below. As updates come in, as best as I’m able and frankly have energy for, I’ll put them here.

UPDATES

For general FAQs see below but I’ll put updates here so I don’t have to do a whole Canva flyer every time there’s an update.

HOW DID DERM GO?

We had a doctor’s appointment on June 30, 2026 with dermatology. The doctor was kind of an asshole and was really condescending. He said it was severe rosacea and that taking Zyrtec would help. He also said this is something that “just happens” to white people.

Now I know I’m not white, but in my field studies, I’ve never noticed that all white people randomly turn bright red and their skin gets so hot their ears blister. Sounds like bullshit. But he did prescribe a cream that’s supposed to help with the burning.

So it’s a dead end?

Not yet. We have to go back to Endo. It feels a little bit like that Spiderman meme where all the doctors are pointing to each other and saying it’s someone else’s field of expertise. I am not a doctor but my guess is it’s a series of things (the tumor + the hormone imbalance + rocacea all at once) and we have to piecemeal a treatment plan. BUT IT WOULD BE NICE if there was one doctor who we could touch base with rather than having to bounce back and forth to different doctors.

Is there really nothing derm can do?

The doctor said Raff could try laser treatment but that’s expensive and might not work. But again, the doctor was kind of a dick so I’m hoping after trying the cream & Zytec & the other pill he’s on, we can also try finding a different dermatologist.

How is Raff’s morale?

Not great! We’ve had months of doctors not listening to us and it’s getting expensive and he’s miserable all the time. And everyone seems to be like “welp, that’s just life” which is laughable and horribly unhelpful.

Raff’s depressed. I’m furious. And yet we still have to carry on. Thank the gods for my British ancestors, I guess.

Yikes.

Yup. Exactly. Fucking yikes.