This Gluten Free Love Story was lovingly submitted by Jorden
When I found out that I had celiac disease, I was thankful to finally know what was wrong with me, but I was also overwhelmed with the idea of going gluten free.
Like many newly diagnosed celiacs, I was given no advice other than “just don’t eat gluten”. I didn’t even know what gluten was!
However, my dear fiancé was amazing. He jumped right on the computer and we started researching what we needed to do in order to get me healthy. As the cook in our relationship, he was determined to find new, safe recipes.
I’ll never forget the first gluten free dinner he made me. It was a simple stir-fry with noodles and he was careful to leave out the soy sauce. Unfortunately, we were both unaware that just because noodles are “rice”, doesn’t mean they are gluten free. We found this out later when I got very sick. He felt absolutely terrible for making me sick, but I was so touched by his effort that I didn’t even care.
Over the next year, we got married and continued to learn things together: where gluten liked to hide, substitutions for flour when baking and special dinner ideas. And then…we learned about cross-contamination. I was shocked when I realized that even little crumbs of gluten left on the counter could make me sick. But it made sense because I still wasn’t feeling great.
At first, we implemented a gluten free area, safe side of the toaster, and strict dish washing regimen. However, I was still getting sick.
At that point, my husband declared that he didn’t want to risk it any more and the house was now going gluten free.
I remember crying when he told me that because I was so thankful that he was willing to keep gluten out of the house so I would feel well.
Since then, I’ve been doing very well. My husband still eats gluten if we go anywhere, but he won’t kiss me until he has brushed, flossed and mouth-washed the gluten away! Just recently, we were at a party and someone offered him a piece of cake, but he declined. I asked him why he didn’t want any, wondering if he was feeling ok. Without hesitation he replied that he’d rather forgo the cake so that he would be able to kiss me.
I don’t know where I would be without my husband. He’s often more careful than I am, always reading labels and interrogating restaurant staff. He also took on the serious job of explaining my special diet to his parents and they are just wonderful about it when we come to visit them.
Without his countless hours of research, careful cooking and strict no-gluten-in-the-house policy, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be as healthy as I am today. I’m so humbled that he is willing to put up with everything in order to be with me when marrying a “normal” person would have been so much easier.
He’s my world and I love him with all of my heart!