Perhaps the scariest moment of my life was rushing my young daughter to the hospital after giving her peanut butter for the first time. Her face broke out into a rash, and my wife and I were terrified that she might stop breathing.

At the hospital, we learned her peanut allergy was relatively mild, but further tests revealed she was also deathly allergic to tree nuts. Whenever we drop my daughter off with family, her playgroup, or neighbors, we hand over an EpiPen auto-injector syringe. If she’s exposed to walnuts, I have to trust someone else to give her a shot of epinephrine in the thigh, or else, well, I don’t even like thinking about it.

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