Ever since my celiac diagnosis, it’s admittedly been all about me. Me and my vitamins, me and my gluten-free food stuffs, me and my pooping. Of course I asked my GI doc about my children, when he told me heredity plays a huge part in celiac disease. Of course I did! What do you think, I’m an unfit mother? He reassured me that my kids only have a 20% chance of getting the celiac, so to just watch and don’t stress.
Now, I love my GI guy. We share the same birthday, and he’s kind of hot. (Although this isn’t exactly the criteria you want when someone is examining your nether regions, amiright?) But now I’m wondering what the heck is up when not one, but two people have freaked out when I said I did not have my kids tested for celiac. Did you lead me down the path of denial, hot butt doc?
One physician, in particular, expressed concern that since I was already in my late 30s when I was diagnosed, that a lot of damage could have been done. And that my kids needed to know their own status asap in order to avoid the same thing happening to them. I honestly didn’t think about this angle. Because I was just thinking, please god let them not have any reactions until they’re at least out of their 20s, aka, the time of beer and pizza. Seriously, how big of a drag would it be to have to avoid beer, pizza, and late night donut hole gorging while in college, or the college equivalent of being an office worker in your early 20s?
I don’t think bringing your own expensive — and very hard to find — gluten-free beer to a keg party is realistic when you’re already underage drinking and scraping together quarters for a night out on the town. (Not that I’m encouraging this, kids. NOT AT ALL. And please do not look at any photo albums of mom in her college years. Thank you.) And bringing it back down to an age appropriate level, what about birthday parties? We went to two this weekend and both had delicious cake. How can I explain to my tiny ones they can’t eat that? I can barely explain it to myself.
I know the health of their intestines, immune systems, and all around business is much more important than cupcakes and beer. It is, right? So the testing is going to happen soon. I’m just hoping they get their father’s high cholesterol genes instead of my funked up autoimmune ones. Wish those kids luck.