mothers on the verge

Let’s talk about allergy-moms. You know the ones – please don’t bring anything with eggs, wheat, citrus to school for shared snack because my child is allergic. Or the mom who managed to get milk snacks banned in our school, until a teacher grabbed a child's yogurt, sent him to the principal’s office, and his mom explained what she would do if her son didn’t get his yogurt back. That experiment ended. These were food freaks, as far I was concerned. And as long as they kept their freakdom to themselves I was fine. (I never threw peanut-allergies in there – that is terrifying, and a totally different situation.) But two months ago my daughter got diagnosed with the genetic condition, Celiac disease. We’re not talking ‘I’m not eating gluten because I hope I lose weight.’ Or ‘I can’t eat wheat while I’m nursing because my infant is allergic.’ Or even, ‘We’re hoping one day she outgrows it.’ I’m talking my kid can’t eat school lunch, can’t put her banana on a table if a sandwich sat...

So, yes. There actually are Mothers involved with Mothersontheverge – although my absence for the past year, it’s understandable thinking that YLM was solo. She’s amazing – and I’m a hideous flake for disappearing for 12 months (was it that long?? Maybe 11?) Don’t want to go into a long sob story, but as I am hoping to be welcomed back by you all and YLM I think some explanation is required. So in April last year a family member was diagnosed with cancer – on Easter Sunday. (Loved that, right?) No, not The Prince, or The Rabbit, but someone still in my immediate family and it knocked me a bit. To jump right to the main point – the cancer appears to be beaten, surgeries are over, and we’re all starting to breathe again a bit. Then right around that same time The Rabbit began experiencing extreme acid reflux – every night. Eight months of Prevacid did little to knock the situation into appeal. And after a battery of more tests, and a biopsy (not fun let me tell you, watching your 7...