I have Celiac Disease. My daughter has Celiac Disease. It means we eat gluten free. Sadly, we haven’t always known our bodies could not handle gluten. Daily we were ingesting poison into our bodies that was disguised as nourishment. I won’t bore you with the whole sordid story, but suffice it to say I was sick for several years before a diagnosis was found. My daughter outwardly showed symptoms for about a month before I put the puzzle pieces together and asked the doctor to check her for Celiac. Thankfully she did not have Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis as the doctor had feared, but she did indeed have Celiac Disease. A month later, I was diagnosed. Looking back, there were symptoms all of her life and mine.
Wheat, rye and barley are our kryptonite, our arch nemesis. We don’t let Celiac Disease define us, however there are certain things we must…