Friday, April 12, 2013

HAWMC Day 12

All through April, I'm participating in WEGO Health's Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge. In addition to my usual posts, I'm going for 30 days of activisty content. Today's prompt: Hindsight.

I always hated the saying "Hindsight is 20/20." Clearly. Woulda, coulda, shoulda has never really been my game. Mostly. 

But.

If I could go back to that day that I was diagnosed, when I took the call from a helpful nurse while I was in the middle of Jewel buying pasta (regular, of all things) for dinner, I would tell myself to breathe. It sounds trite, I know, but if you've ever tried to restrain an ugly cry in the middle of your neighborhood grocer, you will know that it's important to remember to inhale.

As I stood, shaking, in the pasta aisle (I still can't get over how fitting that whole thing was), I was terrified. I knew next to nothing about gluten, or celiac, except what I had Googled when the doc first mentioned it in passing. I'm sure fellow shoppers were at least curious about the sniffling mess hiding out in the Organic/Gluten Free aisle crying over boxes of quinoa rotini. But I rallied. Instead of panicking and running to Pizza Hut, I bought my first box of GF pasta and that was that.

I wish I could have hugged that girl (which is why I creepily approach people in the GF aisle at the grocery store - trying to be that helping hand, I guess). I would have told her that, yes, the next couple of months would totally blow. There would be tears. And thrown boxes. Maybe a couple of thrown punches. But it would get better. I would have told her she would have found a passion, and a support system, and a love for Nutella that was deep and unyielding. I'd have told her about all the good things that were coming her way. I don't think she would have believed me, but I would have tried.

And if nothing else, I would have consoled that poor, stressed girl with some Sweet Alis.


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