Part of (a small part of) what my brain is processing right now has to do with my physical health.
Most of you will remember that I was told, a few months ago
, by the specialist, that I have Celiac disease and that it was quite a shock.
But I adjusted, and as I adjusted, I prepared myself for the test that would confirm, 100% that I had the disease.
Well, now I've had the test, and a few others for good measure, (and I assure you while some of may have been uncomfortable, none of them were awful, so if you're going through any sort of digestive system tests and are nervous, email me and I'll tell you just how ok you're going to be.
) and I've had my results back.
The tests I was most anxious about came back clear; a big relief.
And then my Celiac biopsy results came back.
And I don't have Celiac disease.
But I don't not have Celiac disease.
And I can't quite wrap my brain around it.
I just spent the last few months wrapping my brain around being diagnosed with an illness that I now don't have. That took a few days to process.
But before I was finished processing not having it, I went in to see my doctor who went over the results with me and showed me that while things look great, they don't look perfect, and we don't quite know what that means.
So I'll be back to see the specialist in a few months and meanwhile I'm going to stay off gluten. My best guess is that we've caught the disease in it's earliest stages (which rarely happens) and so while things are a little "off" (and my blood work points, most definitely to Celiac), nothing's damaged. So that's good.
But it's still not clear. It's not a specific, measurable, nameable answer, and it's not what I had wrapped my head around.
So I'm re-adjusting, but I don't know what to, and I won't know for several more months, if ever.
And that's a little odd.
To say the least.