My hereditary angioedema attacks started right before we had our first child, and they have continued ever since. That’s one reason why I am so grateful that my husband is understanding. Many times, he had to take over the making of meals, get three kids ready for bed and for school, and in general, take on all the roles of the traditional housewife, besides working 50 hours a week to support our family. And he never made me feel bad for being sick yet again.
There’s one particularly vital role my husband plays when it comes to my HAE attacks. If, when I am sick, he hears me yell, "Cold washcloth!", he races into action and quickly brings it to me. At that moment, I think of him as my lifeline, as he helps me bathe my face and neck, and rubs my wrists with the refreshing, damp cloth.
My grandson, who lives with us, has also learned to be in tune with my needs. Sometimes, just knowing he is there, peeking in my door to see if I need anything, helps me to feel better.
Appreciation for my family's loving care is not really a thing I can easily convey. I hope that, in my swell-free times, I have been able to show them at least part of the care and devotion they have shown me. Having hereditary angioedema is not easy, but I have been blessed, and for that, I am thankful.
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