Celiac

Hey everyone...

  Sorry I've been so absent from you all lately. Graduation is next week and that's been taking up all of my time lately.

  So currently I've been struggling with some undiagnosed abdominal pain. My doctors aren't sure what it is right now but I'm currently being tested for Celiac Disease. I have mixed feelings on if it's celiac or not. I don't want to have to go off of gluten for the rest of my life but nor do I want to have the pain that I am in.

 But anyway...I'm currently going gluten free for awhile until the test results come back. Today was my first day being gluten-free at school. I was prepared. Made a tuna sandwich on gluten-free bread. Had gluten-free pudding and raisins. I was definitely prepared. I know enough about the disease that they think I have. I'm reading up on it. I'm currently half way through "Wheat Belly" I know what Celiac is.

This girl that I used to be good friends with, decided to start an argument with me over what Celiac is and how it's all in my head. Like really? I KNOW IT'S NOT! Celiac is a disease that is REAL. And she's sitting there telling me that it is all in my head. Like screw that. It really hurt me though because I'm not crazy and she's sitting there calling me crazy. Do any other people have this issue, or is it just me?

Uncle

So lately I've been trying to reestablish contact with my Uncle on my father's side. I've talked a lot about it, driving my best friend insane. But I finally decided to do something about it last Saturday afternoon when I ran into him on a chance encounter.

The only way that I saw fit to correspond with him was to send him a letter telling him how I feel and that I wanted to sit down and discuss all of this stuff with him. That I didn't blame him at all for the things that my Dad had done. I'm really starting to get nervous about it because I know that by now the letter has been delievered to his home. I know that he has recieved it. Yet...I haven't heard back from him yet. In the letter I asked him to call me. And there hasn't been a phone call or even a letter back. It sucks. Big time. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing or thinking and I'm starting to rethink all that I  did and said and that I should have just let it go...

It's just that I have always adored my Uncle. To pieces. And I was heartbroken when I couldn't see him anymore. I really want my future children to have the chance to have a wonderful relationship with him. I want him to be able to know my children. Not just know I have kids or what their names are. Just really know them and everything about them. I want to be able to call my Uncle and tell him when I'm having a bad day or what goes on in my upcoming college life. To tell him when my heart gets broken. To have him share in my joys and sorrows. Is that really to much to ask?