The Weird Kid

12 July 2012

Tonight’s blog subject came from the always prepared mind of my mother. Ever since I was little I was different than most kids. When I was about eighteen months old I started to get really sick. Throw up came from my mouth like a fire hose and it looked as though someone had shoved a basketball into my stomach. My parents took me into the doctors for testing and no specific result came back. My parents were warned that cancer was highly possible and that at this point they should be prepared for anything. Luckily for them the results came back slightly different. Instead of cancer I was diagnosed with a condition known as celiac disease. This meant that for the rest of my life, pending a cure, I would be stuck eating foods without wheat, rye, oats, barley, or malt. To answer the question many of you are thinking, yes there are still foods on earth that I can eat. It is difficult though and I always despise parties or large events in which I will not be able to take part in most of the foods. Declining pizza and avoiding the brownies is always hard. People will try to accommodate and make foods I can have, which is very thoughtful, but I have never liked the attention. I do not like being "weird" and that is what I feel like a lot of people classify me as. I pray every day for a cure to this terrible disease but in the end I know it could have been a lot worse. I could have been stuck with cancer, battling every day for my life with nothing to do but sit back and hope for the best. I never pity myself and I always do my best to fit right in. I embrace who I am and understand that a lot people have it worse off than I do. I guess in a different light, I am pretty luck to just have Celiac Disease.