Max's 9th annual allergist visit was today. Which means 1-2 hours of sitting in a small room waiting and watching welts the size of lima beans erupt up and down his forearms. It's always emotionally fraught.
This year was no different. He seems to have outgrown hazelnuts and pecans (!), but remains very reactive to peanuts, walnuts, cashews, pistachios, egg and dairy. (When is the poor kid going to get to try pizza? And ice cream?)
While I'm grateful to scratch two more nuts off our list (last year he 'outgrew' the almond allergy, but this year it returned with a weak positive), it's very difficult finding tree nuts that aren't cross contaminated by other tree nuts. Multiple nuts are generally processed on the same equipment. And the way labeling is done now, most companies will only say "This product was processed in a facility with tree nuts." Which is helpful not at all.
That said, things could be a whole lot worse. We're lucky that Max is healthy and happy overall and that we've managed to keep him safe so far.
Trying to kill time while waiting for the doctor to come in and once again say, "Well, we're not where we hoped to be..." Max and I took pictures of each other with my phone...