(first apologies for neglecting this blog for so long, there is much to say, but that will have to wait.)
The last couple of years have been up and down in terms of my health, but yesterday I had some kind of resolution.
the up shot is I shall go on to live a long and prosperous life (or there abouts) once I have made some major dietary changes.
You see, I was told, on my birthday, that I have coeliac’s disease (and while I might need a couple more tests to confirm, it looks certain).
In my cursory reading on the internet one thing jumps out, people with coeliac’s call themselves ‘coeliacs’. Well, I refuse this defining of who I am. I am Tobit, and now I am also a person with coeliac’s.
The hardest thing thing about this will be giving up bread. My love for bread has been nurtured over the last 35 years… and while the next few days and weeks will help me gain perspective, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sadness that I can no longer eat bread.
Memories of San Francisco sour dough loaves will be just that. Memories.
Apparently, there are loads of people with coeliac’s, so if you are, or know someone, feel free to add your advice or help me filter the internet please!
grace and peace