Tuesday night. 9 pm. I am getting ready to head out the door with my neighbor lady to visit another neighbor lady. Just then my phone rings. I don't recognize the number. I wonder "Who calls at 9 pm on a Tuesday night?"
The woman's voice on the other line asks for "Elle's mom".
That's me. I tell her so.
She in turn tells me this is Dr. So-and-so (the allergy doctor we saw two weeks ago for some mother's intuition food allergy testing) and that she had been trying to reach me personally for a few days so that she could tell me personally that my sweet little three year old Elle has something called Celiac Disease.
I've heard of Celiac Disease. My uncle has it. His daughter, my cousin has it. Her daughter has it.
I've heard of Celiac Disease. But all I know about it is...you can't eat anything with wheat in it.
And all I know about wheat is...it's in E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.
If my neighbor had not been standing in my kitchen watching me talk on the phone, I might have broken down a bit with this news. While I know it's not something as serious as Diabetes or Cancer, it feels serious. It feels threatening. It feels hard.
But I can do hard things. I've done hard things before when I found out Elle's older brother, Dee was deathly allergic to milk when he was only a few months old. I did it before and I can do hard things again.
But if she had to be allergic to something if only she could have been allergic to milk just like her older brother... Now I'm going to have to make three different special meals instead of just the normal two. Whine whine whine. This Celiac thing sounds like a lot of work.
I want to Google it. But all at the same time I don't want to Google it. I need to know what our new life is going to be like, but I'm terrified all at the same time. I don't want to know. Then I really might cry.
Ahhh, but the temptation is too great. A'Googlin' I go.