Introduction
<p>Hi there. I'm 48 years old, and I was diagnosed with celiac disease in December 1998. It was a very sad time for me. I knew I should be happy that my medical problems could be solved by diet alone, without dangerous drugs and bad side effects, but still, I wept every night for the beloved foods I had to give up, and I mourned the ease with which I had formerly dined in restaurants and friends' homes. I was single, and I thought my social life (pathetic as it was) was over. Who'd want to
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