“Did you say you have to potty?” I gasped with delight. My toddler nodded vigorously from where he was standing near the couch. Taking no chances, I tossed my laptop on the cushion, scooped the 2.5-year-old up, and ran him to the nearest bathroom. With only seconds to spare, our…
From the Caregiver's HAErt — Danita LaShelle Jones

Danita currently calls Madison, Alabama, home. She and her husband raise four exceptional children, one of which lives with hereditary angioedema — Ladybug. As a caregiver, Danita hopes that her column will show other caregivers and patients that they’re not alone. Championing the idea to “inform the world,” she seeks to reveal HAE in such a way that even if it’s rare for an individual to have it, it isn’t rare for everyone to know about it.
This column will be a little different from the ones I usually write. Normally, I’ll start with a story that celebrates the underdog, the person who had to come from behind to achieve a victory. By the end, I’ll have tied the tale neatly into our hereditary angioedema journey with…

“I sat there for almost 20 minutes,” my husband, Paul, told me as he recapped the moment from his day. Although my day was filled with errands and meetings, he’d begun with what he’d expected to be an extensive visit to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) to renew his…
I couldn’t believe it. After almost an entire semester of giggling at the fate of some of my fellow students, I found myself, deservingly, in the hallway, prepared to yell the familiar phrase. My favorite sixth-grade teacher (who happened to be my father) was a stickler for rules. In his…
“I need you,” the school nurse said over the phone. “And bring the nebulizer.” Before I ended the call, I was headed out the door with the required machinery. The destination? The school of our oldest daughter, whom we lovingly call Ladybug. I’d become familiar with these emergency runs. Before…
I’d done it! This time of year, per a family tradition, we end our Fourth of July celebration with a spectacular fireworks show. I spent the better part of an hour a few years ago scouring the internet to find the best one in the city. Soon, we loaded our…
“Mom?” my oldest son’s raspy and weak voice said over the phone. “Can you come pick me up? I don’t feel good.” I had my keys in my hand before he finished the sentence. Our oldest son carries the proud badge of being the healthiest kid in the house. Although…
“Do you have your inhaler?” I whispered to the startled child in the dark. At that moment, the rapidly passing highway lights made me slightly visible. I hadn’t thought about that when I reached her seat. In 2005, I was asked by my fine arts alma mater to travel with…
“What are you doing?” the pastor stammered as he stared at me in disbelief. I’d entered the open door of his office, diligently going over the run sheet for the church’s two worship services that day. After realizing he hadn’t responded with something related to church, I finally registered what…
Eleven words per second. The very thought sounds impossible, yet John Moschitta Jr., currently the fastest-talking man on the planet (after the late Steve Woodmore), can do exactly that. While most people wouldn’t necessarily know Moschitta by name, it wouldn’t take long for a kid of the late…
The houses seem so small. That’s always my first thought when I’m on a plane. Usually, if I’m flying out of my hometown, the flight path always takes us over several neighborhoods as we ascend to 30,000 feet. If I’m lucky and snag a coveted window seat, I can look…
“But I’ve been gone for hours!” the central character will say. “You’ve been gone a few minutes,” another character might reply. And no matter how much the protagonist tries to convince the other person, clocks and settings prove that they weren’t gone for more than a minute. What movie am…
“Too bad there isn’t a children’s day!” one of my children declared. We had just wrapped up a great Father’s Day breakfast, where we had inadvertently referred to the fantastic Mother’s Day breakfast I had received a month earlier. “You do get a children’s day,” I quipped. “It’s called Christmas…
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