This.is.my.life.

In 2010, when I was pregnant with Lanie, I got sick. Really sick. So sick that I did not know what to do with myself. It was awful. I found out, after much testing and time, that I had hypothroidism. Later, it was found that I not only had that, but had autoimmune thyroid. Good times. I am forever on medication for that, as my thyroid itself is slowly dying. No biggie there- just ups and downs with metabolism to send me in a frustrating fury! I hate it. I hate that they don't work together, and that the autoimmune works against it too. It's a delicate balance that I do not love. However, it could be worse. So much worse. And it's not.
Well, as with all autoimmune diseases, you don't get to have just one. Nope. You get more. They told me in 2010 that the next one I am most susceptible to is Celiac Disease. Yay! Lucky me. My whole life I have had intestinal problems, as long as I can remember. But this summer, my pain and tolerance got worse. And worse. So, I ordered the blood test. I waited. And waited for the results. (They take longer, by the way). I had a scheduled appointment with my endocrinologist in August, just after I had the blood draw. My thyroid is still dying (no surprise, and none for the 10 pounds I have gained either!). And the blood test for Celiac was positive. Yep, positive. Wahoo!
I let that soak in at the doctor's office. Shed a few tears. Called Dana. Called my mom. It was a rough day. Just not fair. Not like Cancer, of course, but life altering, at least to me. I had read up all I could in preparation for the test coming back not in my favor. I know what it takes, but man, it is hard. It is not fun. I love baking! I love cookies, and cakes and treats! And really, gluten free treats just aren't the same. They aren't awful, but just not the same.
Then, I had to make an appointment to see a Gastroenterologist. Wow, another doctor! I made it to the appointment, only to schedule to have an upper endoscopy. A tube down my throat. What fun! It was a long 2 weeks in prep, but I managed to have all my favorite bread foods and treats in those 2 weeks! Then, nothing. No more. The procedure was  a piece of cake! (no pun- sad face.) I didn't mind it at all. I have been gluten free for 10 days. I don't feel any different. Most of the time I didn't feel bad. Just sometimes. No rhyme or reason. I am hoping to shed the new weight quickly without my yummy treats. My thyroid meds have increased and will continue until it goes completely. That is fun to keep up with too!
So, please do not bake my or my sweet family any treats. I mean it. Well, maybe every once in a while. Just not my favorites....bake them stuff without sugar and flour and chocolate chips! I know, I know what you are thinking- it is not as bad as it seems....well, it's not, but do not try to empathize with me as you enjoy your homemade yumminess, while I watch!