I had an original direction and an original title when I began: My Celiac Chain Link Fence. The vision was to connect the dots through my life in order to share how celiac (both undiagnosed and then diagnosed) affected me, my family, and so many aspects of my life. But, you will quickly discover (in the weeks ahead) that this direction changed just three weeks into this blog writing journey.
Thank you for your interest. Below is my very first post from January 31st, 2012.
I have lots of passions in life – yet time restraints and obligations don’t always allow me to feel that I’m able to give each of them all of myself. My family. BIG! They are my life. Three amazing adult children and a wonderful husband – and now – grandchildren – BONUS! Ahhhhh…. I love my family.
Celiac Awareness. Since being diagnosed (in September, 2000) and the changes that transpired, I have a need to talk celiac, all-the-time. I look back through the years of my life and think, "Wow, no wonder I don’t feel settled." I keep thinking a timeline will help me put things in perspective – to show others, “Look what I’ve been through.” And then of course, haven’t we all? Isn’t that what life is, going through things? We all have challenges and successes.
Talking with someone I had recently met, and hearing from her, “You’ve had an interesting life” – and the fact that she was genuinely interested in hearing about it, allowed me to think that maybe I do have a story to tell.
My passion for celiac awareness led me to founding a local support group and then co-founding a larger support group (which I’ll discuss later). Both groups have long since dissolved. My celiac diagnosis and return to good health was followed by the end of a 20plus year marriage (which I’ll talk about later). My divorce led me back to school to make a career for myself (which I’ll talk about later). My path to completing my early childhood education degree took time away from my support group, but it didn’t stop the wheels from constantly turning in my head, seeking ways to educate others about celiac, which is how ‘Adam’ (my book, Adam’s Gluten Free Surprise: Helping Others Understand Gluten Free) eventually developed (which I’ll talk about later).
That ‘hug’ has me sobbing right now. I have not cried over the loss of my mom in a long time. But it sure was nice to hug her – or – as it was in my dream, ‘someone who looked like her’ but in a picture (in my dream) I thought it was me. I know this makes no sense to whoever reads this, but maybe it will help me to remember the dream and to hang on to that hug that means so much to me during this moment of dawn when dreams still have that impact on our state of mind and being.
And so, after lots of wonder over how to proceed, in comes my mom to assist me and to give me focus and direction with this new quest – with my blog. As a mom myself, who takes this position seriously, sillyously, and joyously, I wonder if I would still be here to give my own children the hugs I so cherish if I had not been diagnosed properly with celiac in September of 2000.