This Gluten Free Love Story was lovingly submitted by Tammy
I was diagnosed with celiac on July 31, 2012…three months after my mom died from Enteropathy Associated TCell Lymphoma – a rare form of cancer caused by undiagnosed (my mom’s case) or untreated Celiac.
I was angry…really, really angry.
I blamed food for my mom’s death. Every day that I had to struggle through the newness of the gluten free diet was a reminder that my mom is gone. I hated food and spent many meals crying or just not eating.
My husband became the best “wingman” any GF gal could ask for. He has calmly explained and re-explained my dietary needs to family and friends. He has helped make sure there are GF options in the house. He navigated social situations (calling in advance to make sure I would be able to eat). He packed travel snacks for when my job took me out of town. He went to my favorite restaurant and educated the staff on cross-contamination. He has patiently answered the 1001 questions our kids have had.
And he loved me through it all.
He listened to my rants, dried my tears, and never got frustrated…or if he did, it didn’t show.
For five long months he put up with it all…without ever complaining about the inconvenience of the GF lifestyle.
Life is easier now – like I have turned the corner into acceptance. I still hate food sometimes and being GF still sucks – but it all feels manageable…thanks in large part to the love of my wingman. I don’t know how I would have made it through without his unconditional love and never-ending support.