My 4 year old daughter has a life threatening egg and nut allergy. We discovered it when she was about 10 months old when we gave her a piece of egg to eat. She broke out in a horrible rash, vomited, turned blue and passed out.
I didn’t know if she was alive in the ambulance that was rushing her to the Emergency Room that day. She survived and is fine but now has to live with a constant fear and anxiety of eating an egg or encountering a nut…or even eating something that has traces of egg in it.
Even the kisses from her grandfather (a big fan of omelets) after breakfast can be challenging because of the red rash on her cheek those warm smooches of love leave behind.
The hardest part is when the cake comes out at a birthday party like the one we went to the other day. No anxiety or stress here, so I thought as I saw my daughter running around and having fun. Then it was time for the cake. Suddenly, stress and anxiety reared it’s ugly head.
Hoping it’s made of ice cream, she looks at the cake and gives me a sad look and asks, “Does it have eggs in it?” Breaks my heart. Because I know that it probably does and she can’t have any.
My wife and I have learned to accept it all – the epi pens accompanying her everywhere, the Benedryl allergy syrup in the glove compartment of our car and trying to decipher if the bread at the table in a restaurant is made with a little egg in it. And these days, I know that a small thing like an egg allergy is not that bad.
But sometimes it gets to her. She looks up with frustrated moist eyes and asks, “Why me? Why can’t I eat that? How come everyone else is eating it?”