My Journey: Malnourished in America

This is Part Three of my story. If you are just starting to read, please go back and start with: Part One: A new view of food Part Two: The start of my journey ** When I hear the word, “malnourished,” the image of a child in Africa with an extended belly immediately comes to mind. I certainly didn’t expect to hear my doctor use that word to describe me. It’s hard to say how long I had celiac disease before my symptoms erupted like a dormant volcano that finally decided to explode. Celiac disease is genetic, so I was...
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The start of my journey: Celiac Disease

Thank you for all of your encouragement yesterday! This is Part Two of my story. If you are just starting to read, go back and start with Part One. ** I remember so clearly the day my doctor called me with the diagnosis. “I’m kind of glad I only have to tell you that you have celiac disease,” he said. “All you have to do is stop eating gluten, and you will be fine.” I agreed with him. What a relief. No cancer. No medication. Nothing terrible. Just stop eating gluten. ** This was June 2016. For a month before that,...
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