get tested for celiac disease

Well, that rules out one possibility. Onward!

The results of the test appeared in my inbox this morning. The problem is, I have no idea how to read them. This is one the problems with huge health care providers – they’ve sent me results before my doctor has a chance to look at them! My interpretation of what was sent to me was that I DON’T have it, but I might be totally wrong. Back to waiting, I suppose.

My doctor ordered the lab tests for this a few days ago and as soon as I close up my laptop and leave this cafe, I’m headed over to the lab to get my screening over and done. I’m quite nervous. The outcome is potentially life-changing.

Find a good doctor and make sure you explore all the options. It doesn’t manifest digestively for me, so it took a genetic test to confirm it… but now I feel SO much healthier…

Thanks to all the information provided by the internet my aunt researched her symptoms and insisted she get tested for celiac disease—only to discover she does in fact suffer from it. She had been misdiagnosed. Unfortunately this is a disease that is ignored by mainstream media of the US. Doctors rarely test for it unless requested. Europeans are more aware of it.

Sometimes I wonder if my own body has betrayed my mental sanity as well contributed to this depression. I am deathly afraid of being tested, however. If I have this disease I can’t imagine how much I will eventually weigh considering I would have to give up most foods. My metabolism is already remarkably quick and I have to make certain I receive a regular intake of carbs, pasta, pizza, and the like in order to maintain weight.

Even the foods in which you might think do not contain ‘gluten’ very well might.

No more Chinese, Italian, amongst other foods that I love.

My aunt did not find out until she was in her thirties which created irreparable damage, so I hope that one more year will still be soon enough to put an end to any potential ruin. The body will usually heal itself but not after a very long time.

I’m giving myself another year before I find out because I can’t possibly willingly continue to rip my stomach apart, nor can I stop eating, so ignorance is bliss for now.

www.celiac.org