lindylynn's Blog

The nearest support group to where I live is over an hour away. I called the national association months ago saying I wanted to start one here, and they said they would call me back, but never did.A few weeks ago I found a gluten-free hot dog place (they have regular and gluten free buns because the owner's kid is celiac). I talked to the owner and told her I wanted to set up a support group and we could meet in her restaurant. She said she would start mentioning it to customers (she's a new business) and yesterday she sent me an email and I spoke to my first gluten free person in my area. We're meeting for lunch on the 17th. It will be my first meeting with someone face to face who has this disease (not counting my brother who also lives an hour away). Cool. I'm excited to hear what she has to say about places in our area to eat and who her doc is. My doc is my brother's doc, because we thought that would be easier (and I didn't really think I had it when I got tested). He's nice enough (and smart since he caught my brother's problem after half the world didn't), but he's an hour away. And he's about 14 (at least he looks about 14!). I'm at that scary age when the people I go to for advice are younger than me. How did that happen? I wrote a poem once that had the line: "If we don't trust anyone over 30, then how do we now trust ourselves?"