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For those of you reading this who don't know why I post about idiopathic anaphylaxis, it's because I have a mast cell disorder. In my mind, it's not a disorder, but a disease that I worry will one day be the cause of my passing. I encourage everyone to look up mast cell disorders. It's hard to diagnose, it's hard to find doctors who acknowledge it, and it's even harder to be treated for it.

Let me explain.....

Each person with this disease has different symptoms. Each person with this disease has different reactions. Each person with this disease has different triggers (the cause of the episodes). Some doctors don't know what it is, so they try and convince the patient that it is something else that they can explain. I suffer from idiopathic anaphylaxis. I go into anaphylactic shock without being exposed to something I'm allergic too. The only thing I am truly allergic too is bee stings, yet I have gone into anaphylactic shock from just taking medicine....from antibiotics to Claritin. Unfortunately, I have also gone into anaphylactic shock from not taking medicine.....and I still am not a hundred percent sure what caused the episode. For those of you who don't know what anaphylactic shock is, in my case...it's traditional anaphylaxis. For others who suffer from a mast cell disorder, their anaphylaxis may not close their airways, but reek havoc on their digestive system, and other things. Since mine is traditional, let me describe my first episode:

I was at work, feeling fine - trying to get over a sinus infection and had just taken my antibiotic - one that I have taken many times in the past. As I sit at my desk, I suddenly feel impending doom. Something isn't right, but what I can't say. My face begins to feel flush and I feel like someone is sucking the air from my lungs. I go into the restroom to splash cold water on my face, and when I look in the mirror, I see that my face and chest is blood red. I put my hand to my chest and I feel like my skin is about to explode into flames it's so hot. With each breath it becomes harder and harder to breath. As I walk back into my office, my boss looks at me and just seeing the shock in his face makes me realize it's worse than I care to acknowledge at the time. I feel my legs getting heavier and I begin to feel pressure in my chest. It feels like an elephant is slowly crushing me. As I reach into my purse for my epi, I feel my throat beginning to close - I can feel the sides of my esophagus touching, and I hear the whistle coming from my mouth with each tiny breath I attempt to take. I take my epi out and jab it into my thigh, and within just a second or two, I feel the ability to breathe on my own again. As my boss rushes me to my doctor, while still in the car, the inability to breathe comes back, so I take out my second epi-pen and use it once again. When we arrive to the doctor's office, I am back to being unable to breathe, and I can no longer walk, as there is no strength left in me. I don't remember much after that, but I woke up at home with my kids sitting by my side telling me it would be ok. I don't know how long I was out, and I don't know what I would have done had my boss not taken me to my doctor. After that, I began carrying three pens minimum with me, since I barely made it to the doctor before the third round hit me. My experiences are usually the same with each episode, but each time, the epi works less and less, and I find myself using more before I make it to medical help.

The ice bucket challenge for ALS was a great way to bring awareness to that disease. Pie in the face is our way of bringing awareness to our struggle. It's our battle and we need help. Will you accept?