Yesterday my friend Veronica Hart passed away. Some of you who read this did not have the chance to know her, which is a shame. She was the perfect combination of practicality, humor, optimism, concern, and love. Veronica and I met through the mast cell disease (MCD) community; I was new and she had a wealth of practical advice to share. We quickly made connections on many levels - being a mom
and wife, having a career, living in Texas, and having a mast cell disease. Conversations held in the wee hours of the night strengthened this bond. We talked about everything - how our children were growing, our hopes and fears, and all things mast cell. Throughout difficult flares and anaphylactic events, the advice and love were constant. At some point we realized that we could coordinate our trips to MDA so that we could meet in person; recognizing each other was easy - we were the ones wearing Vogmasks (this was prepandemic when few people wore masks!) Various family members joined from time to time - her husband, my sister, her parents- and each interaction was filled with humor, love, and education on how different families deal with MCDs. Although we lived on opposite sides of Houston and were not exactly geographically close, we were able to get together and for our families to know each other. Veronica helped to establish the Houston area support group for MCDs, where she and her husband David shared all they could with our community. Their steadfast love and support knew no bounds. When our families traveled to Disney World for a Mast Cell Disease Society conference, our families bonded more. I had a mast cell attack and had to leave Disney via ambulance. Veronica and David did not hesitate to take care of our girls so that my husband could go with me to the ER and our girls and theirs could enjoy the magic kingdom as a family. So many memories were made on this amazing trip and we reveled in every single one. The years brought many more experiences and much more love.