Seosamh's Blog

Hi there,I'm writing today, feeling fairly well. I wonder how other celiac's who were long undiagnosed got through it. Are other people as angry at the medical establishment as me? At themselves? I still often feel depressed, wishing that I could have led a healthy life up until now. I always knew something was wrong--I wish I would have figured this out so my body could have formed healthily. I get along really well with octogenarians--we have so many similar illnesses! Ah well--I'm not even 40.The one giant lesson I have begun to learn is how to trust my body. In the world I grew up in, pain and discomfort were things to ignore. I poured my interest into literature, eventually getting a Ph.D. in it. I guess I found voices there that made sense to me long before I knew I was a celiac. Some of them are:"A Hunger Artist" a story by Franz KafkaLife in the Iron Mills a novella by Rebecca Harding Davis--this kept me going for years, yearing for beauty, hungry for anything to keep me going.Hunger a giant novel about the Irish Famine by Liam O'Flaherty--epicAnd most recently, a fairly good non-fiction read: Hunger: An Unnatural History by Sharman Apt Russell. Too bad Russell missed the opportunity of exploring chronic malnutrion and celiac disease, however. I know a celiac who is doing a documentary about the disease; hope it is good.Anyway, I hope you, whoever you are, are feeling healthy. Any suggestions for any good reads? Bye for now.Seosamh