So a couple weeks ago I visited my friendly GI doctor. After all, I'd been having, er, some issues for awhile now and well, need an second opinion on if I should be concerned.
After making some small talk, we talked history. I was diagnosed with IBS back in college and since then have struggled for years without success in that area. After Thaddeus was born it got worse and after Liviana, even more so. Something had to give. Her suggestion? Another colonoscopy. She also wanted to draw blood to test for celiac sprue. I'd heard of celiac disease, but only knew it meant something about gluten.
A week later I received a call. I tested positively for celiac's disease and we'd be adding an endoscopy to my upcoming colonoscopy. I think I knew in my gut it was going to come back that way. I even told E I didn't feel good about it, but it's different when you finally get the news.
For the last week or so I've just kept eating the same way. They say you don't want to change your habits or eliminate gluten until after the test so you don't skew the results. Needless to say, I've been trying to enjoy all the gluten-y goodness I can. Cupcakes? Yes. Bread? Yes. Cookies? Please. Cereal? Of course. Pizza? You bet.
So tomorrow I go in. They'll check my small intestine for villi damage to determine if the blood test was accurate and how severe it is. Based on this test, I may never be able to eat gluten again or I may just be intolerant or sensitive to it. Either way I think I'm ready to know. I'm telling myself to expect the worst and hope for the best.
Wish me luck!