Oh yes, the title of so many of my posts.
The Boy and I spent four hours at the hospital his allergy clinic is in today. Not at the allergy clinic, but a floor up at the research unit. We’ve been there before, it’s where he had his oral nut challenges.
At his annual allergy clinic appointment in January, we were offered the opportunity to put him forward for an oral immunotherapy trial.
The basic premise is that he will be fed slowly increasing doses of boiled peanut in the hopes that it will fool his body into thinking that maybe peanuts aren’t the complete and total enemy. He still won’t be able to eat actual whole peanuts (we don’t think, but never say never) but we might be able to stop worrying quite so much about teeny amounts like “may contain” or cross contamination possibilities in restaurants.
Although it won’t be entirely straightforward (details to follow another day as it’s quite long winded), it seemed like a bit of a no-brainer in terms of his future life.
Today’s appointment was about taking a very (very very) thorough medical history and the Boy having a horrible number of skin prick tests (both arms). He also had to eat a soybutter sandwich as that’s what they’ll be feeding him on the next two appointments. He passed with flying colours, although apparently it was absolutely disgusting.
The (hopefully) positive in today is that one day we might be able to worry a little less about what he’s eating, and the Husb and I might not have to panic quite so much when he’s a teenager and/or leaves home.
Here are the skin prick tests, with the dreaded peanut bump.