This Gluten Free Love Story was lovingly submitted by Rachael
Pete Krussel, the love muscle, has been my best friend and husband for over 17 years. A year and a half ago, I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease along with our two daughters. Never once, during our marriage, did Pete ever tell me it was all in my head, or I needed to get over my weird, unexplained symptoms. He never questioned my instincts, or even more importantly, my maternal instincts.
After almost 13 years of parenting that always included caring for sick children, I was dismissed by our pediatrician for requesting that our daughter be tested for Celiac Disease. Pete marched in the next day and demanded the test. He went to every doctors appointment and procedure. He went grocery shopping and researched and took over the household while I buried myself in books about Celiac Disease.
He drove our crazy family of 5 all the way from Atlanta, GA to New York City to the Columbia Celiac Center. He cheers my failed gluten free recipes. He knows that I miss restuarants and certain foods and doesn’t belittle that grieving process. He knows the guilt that I feel for passing this disease on to our three children and never tries to explain it away. He is on a first name basis with the entire staff of our local 5 Guys ensuring that I have one safe place to get a great burger and fries.
Pete is the love of my life and I know this because he doesn’t even blink an eye when I say something like, “I’m burping taco meat and hoping to poop later so I don’t think I’m going for a walk with you.” Now that is true love.
Every Celiac should have their very own Pete Krussel. Celiac brings a whole lot of crap but one little gift that we have found is a deeper appreciation for one another.