Yes I deleted my last post. Here is the full story now:
Friend from California, whom I hold dear to me because she went and did what she wanted to in her life and was good at it, came to Edmonton. I briefly said hi in passing to her thinking, I’ll just try to catch up with her for coffee before she heads back to Cali. Well I won’t have that chance. She died this morning from a fatal allergic reaction. She wasn’t anaphylactic previous but you never know when that could change. By the time anyone realized what had happened and got her to a hospital, apparently the epinephrine was enough to stabilize her until her body rejected treatment a couple hours later. From signs of improvement that she could be transported to Calgary later on if she kept up her strength to complete crash only hours later, I can only imagine what that must be like.
This is where my secret comes in, and no it is not that I blame myself or something like that (though I wish I had been there because I had an epipen on hand much sooner). My secret is that I fear it could happen to me one day. Sometimes the seafood doesn’t bother me, other days it bothers me right away or hours later. I have been lucky not to need my epipen very often (3 times since I started carrying it) but you never know when it might not help, might be too late or my allergies could change. I am too young for that.
I wish people could just understand.
