Coeliac Disease and us …I’m having a website spring clean and this post used to be a page on my site, it’s fair to say it didn’t get a record breaking amount of hits and that’s okay, but I thought it would serve better as a post so here it is, dusted off and edited ever so slightly, the start of our Coeliac journey…
Looking back…
I remember both of Beth’s diagnosis as clear as day, the Coeliac diagnosis was different in the fact that Beth was conscious and nearly 5 years old so she was more clued up by then. We came away from the hospital and Beth asked me ‘ Does this mean I can’t have nice food anymore’ I replied ‘No darling, you just can’t have your Custard Creams anymore’! What do you say in those circumstances? I seem to recall custard cream biscuits a particular favourite of hers at the time so I put it into a context that she would hopefully understand, in other words – things will be different. Her diagnosis was no shock, I’d suspected Coeliac Disease for 6 months, I recall asking her Diabetes Nurse if insulin played havoc with going to the toilet and diarrhoea? of course it does no such thing. My mummy senses were tingling and then one day I walked into the living room to find Bethany with her mouth wrapped around the brick fire place … she was eating the wall! Our fireplace is now a huge feature in our lives and an excellent conversation piece. Google eating brick, you get iron deficiency, Google iron deficiency, you get Anaemia, Google Anaemia you get autoimmune conditions, Google autoimmune conditions you get a list to include Type 1 Diabetes and Coeliac Disease … 1 in 6 Type 1 Diabetics are Coeliac. Eureka! That’s why I wasn’t shocked when we sat in a hospital room to get test results with three professionals who each had concerned looks on their faces.
Symptoms…
are a very personal thing to each diagnosed individual, some may never display or suffer any of the typical symptoms, others are awfully sick on them. Beth seems to be somewhere in the middle, although a contamination plays havoc with her blood sugars (to read more about Beth’s Type 1 Diabetes click here).
Beth’s symptoms were, and apologies for the descriptiveness;
Very bloated tummy
Dissolvable poo that floats on the surface of the toilet water (looked like Weetabix)
Discoloured second teeth; yellow in colour with white spots
Brittle hair that snapped when brushing
Spooning on the toe nails (nails grow in a wiggly fashion)
Peeling nails
Pale skin
Dark Circles under eyes
Tired and lack of energy
Within two weeks of following a Gluten Free diet Beth had colour in her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes. I remember driving away from my mums one day and heard Beth giggle in the back of the car – it wasn’t until then that I realised that it had been a while since I’d heard her giggle!
Total Gluten Ban…
for the whole family was my initial thought as the first 6 months went by. That’s right, I said 6 months! I could not bring myself to eat something as simple as a cookie in front of Beth, and in all honesty, I still do to a point. Well behaved and successful trips to town were always rewarded with a cake from the bakery. Now I avoided town, in fact 5 years later I’ve only just started this up again with Beth now that Costas have gluten free goodies on the menu. Cheeky Friday night chippies were a thing of the past. Impulsive meals out, popping into the first inviting cafe we pass on our holidays, staying at a Premier Inn and making the most of the kids eat free menu … I could go on for ever!
Those of you in the know, will share my frustration when I say these words;
Salad
Jacket Potato
Chocolate Brownie or Ice Cream (minus the wafer!)
If anyone else walked into a cafe, restaurant or bar and was presented with a laminated menu that consisted of those four items alone they would think it was a joke and ask the waiting staff to point out the hidden cameras!
I digress! The point I’m trying to make, without getting too hot under the collar and going slightly off topic, is that it made sense to me at the time that the whole family gave up gluten and we huddled together within our gluten free bubble called home. May I be so bold to say to anyone reading this who is just starting on their gluten free journey with their child not to do the same. It was not fair on Lewis, it was not fair on my husband nor myself and it was far from reality for Bethany.
…back to 2017!
so there you go, this was written back in 2015 when I began Glutarama…how far we’ve come in that time, Lewis with his official ASD diagnosis, me with my food intolerance and lets not forget the oodles of baking that’s been going on. My social media presence has grown, my followers are super lovely and I thank them for staying loyal and commenting such kind words of encouragement.
[image courtesy of Elegant Themes stock photos]
