Ever since my celiac diagnosis, it’s admittedly been all about me. Me and my vitamins, me and my gluten-free food stuffs, me and my pooping. Of course I asked my GI doc about my children, when he told me heredity plays a huge part in celiac disease. Of course I did! What do you think, I’m an unfit mother? He reassured me that my kids only have a 20% chance of getting the celiac, so to just watch and don’t stress.
Now, I love my GI guy. We share the same birthday, and he’s kind of hot. (Although this isn’t exactly the criteria you want when someone is examining your nether regions, amiright?) But now I’m wondering what the heck is up when not one, but two people have freaked out when I said I did not have my kids tested for celiac. Did you lead me down the path of denial, hot butt doc? Continue reading