Today I am crying … angry, selfish tears. <\/p>\n
I was so excited about Thanksgiving because unlike most menus, I thought the traditional meal sounded like something that Liam could at least eat a little of. If nothing else, he could eat turkey and I can bake a sweet potato for him on the side. <\/p>\n
My aunt, Frieda, always makes the turkey when my mom’s family gets together at Thanksgiving and it is always super moist and so yummy. I volunteered to make it this year when David’s family gets together (they rarely eat the traditional Thanksgiving foods since the guys aren’t turkey and mashed potato fans). Today I checked the marinade recipe. Sure enough. Butter. Worse yet, I just found out that most turkeys are dusted in flour during processing. <\/p>\n
I feel so angry inside. Why? Why does this have to reach out and affect every single part of our lives? I never knew how much our social life is wrapped around food until Liam showed up with all these allergies. We can’t go to town unless there’s a Chick Fil A close. Even then, he gets a plain, grilled, non-marinaded chicken filet specially made for him and the waffle fries. That’s it. We still don’t dream of traveling out of state. Everything has to be planned for carefully. A spur-of-the-moment “let’s go to Dad’s after church for coffee and ice cream” thing means Liam probably won’t have anything to eat … except maybe marshmallows or certain kinds of chips or strawberries if it happens to be a day he agrees to eating them. A “hey, it’s cold out and cozy in let’s make brownies” inspiration means, “oh, what about Liam?” A shared latte with Adam means Liam gets left out. Finding a babysitter means taking all his food and snacks and drink or then tediously going over the list of cans and can’ts. Can’t we have one thing that just sails through? Just one?<\/p>\n
Most of the time it doesn’t feel like a big deal anymore. I cook for him and for us or sometimes substitute for us both. When we just stay home, it’s kind of become routine. I can even go to town and know we’ll be ok as long as there is Chick-Fil-A. And most of the time I am extraordinarily grateful this is food allergies we are dealing with. How minor. Liam’s second cousin has leukemia. They had to hibernate for nearly a year socially compared to my eight weeks. They had family disruption after disruption, missed tons of events, worried all day every day about keeping him away from germs. He is doing so much better now and is on maintenance chemo. Still, they may not be able to come for Thanksgiving because there is chicken pox in our community and chicken pox is still life-threatening for Logan. Tomorrow I will be thanking God because He is so GOOD to me and I am so grateful to only have to deal with taking Liam’s food to the reunion for my happy and healthy little boy.<\/p>\n
But today I am crying. I just feel so sad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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