Fun with Celiac

Melissa has been complaining of stomach aches for at least two years.  Megan just started complaining, too, but it seems like it's probably sympathy pain. (I get a lot of stomach aches, too.  It's kind of the cool thing around our house.)

This morning we found out that Megan--not Melissa--has celiac disease.  It runs on both sides of our family, so I'll have a lot of support with ideas for cooking and things, but it's pretty sad for little Megan.  This afternoon I went shopping for the first time--with celiac on my brain.  My sister, Haley (who has celiac), warned me that I would probably suffer an emotional breakdown in the middle of the grocery store.  I know exactly what she meant.  As I filled my cart with a new toaster, waffle iron, frying pan, cutting board -- the least expensive I could find -- and passed shelf after shelf of things Megan can no longer have, it was quite a bit depressing.

It's a good thing that I picked up a giant bag of peanut M&M's and stashed them in my purse before I got to Walmart.  It was amazingly comforting to stuff my face with chocolate as I shopped!  :)