While I love being a sounding board for people’s celiac rants, it saddens me that I still receive so many of these.
Today’s rant comes from a fellow celiac whose ill father simply doesn’t give any credence to our disease.
Now where have we heard this before?
Dad has never understood. He doesn’t get why I need to ask questions in restaurants. He doesn’t know why my sister in law groaned when he dragged the vegetable spoon over his breaded fish, then stuck it back in the vegetables before I had had chance to have any. After all, I am a stupid idiot making a fuss.
He has been diagnosed with heart disease and prostate cancer this month. The cancer hasn’t spread, so the doctors are happy it’s all treatable, and it will take about 10 weeks. The only problem is that some of the tablets are a but heavy on the liver, so he has to give up alcohol for the duration.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sorry he’s ill. But he’s saying he wishes he had refused treatment, because it’s so hard to not have alcohol. And I can’t possibly understand what it’s like; after all, I have never had to change what I eat and drink for medical reasons.
He’s tried, and likes, the alcohol free beers (and they are much cheaper than gluten free ones) but expects sympathy from us, not because of his illness, but because he can’t drink for 10 weeks. I have been forced to give up gluten forever, and manufacturers have a nasty habit of sneaking it in where it doesn’t belong, making gluten free hard to stick to away from home. But I get no sympathy, because I have a stupid pretend disease.
Rant over…hope you have a great 2014.
Dude Note: A happy and a healthy 2014 to the best damn community. I appreciate you all more than you’ll ever know.
May 2014 bring us more awareness, more education, more tolerance, and a lot less Jimmy Fallon.