The Last Supper..

As I dusted off my ninja reflexes and enjoyed a little apple juice, Dr. Joe came in to check on me. He showed me some images of my small intestines (oh joy..) and said that while consistent with celiac, we needed to wait for the biopsy results for the final diagnosis. More waiting. He advised me … More The Last Supper..

The Next Step..

You must do the thing you think you cannot do. ~Eleanor Roosevelt I knew what I had to do. I made the appointment for an endoscopy so that I could get a definitive answer. Although it would have made me happy to skip over that whole thing—it would not have made me happy to not … More The Next Step..

Keeper Of The Keys..

Questions exploded in my head like fireworks and I spent the next 24 hours learning everything I could about celiac. Here’s what rose to the surface: *Celiac disease is a genetic autoimmune disease that damages the villi of the small intestine and interferes with absorption of nutrients from food. *An estimated 1 in 133 Americans, … More Keeper Of The Keys..

And So It Begins..

If any of you were at the Cleveland Clinic on Tuesday, April 7th, and saw a girl skipping out the front door eating a banana, that was me. This ‘facing your fears’ business was starting to feel rather empowering. I had not only survived the morning, I tackled it head on. The clouds had parted, … More And So It Begins..

Show Time..

The alarm woke me with a start at 4:50 am. I dragged myself over to the window secretly hoping a blizzard had snowed us in. Instead, it was pouring. Could I call a rain delay? Realistically I knew I could call the whole thing off, but my courage was outweighing my cowardice and I needed … More Show Time..