Anyway back to the telephone call. I’m expecting some short question, “I’m standing in the supermarket, can she have…” Instead I hear Mandy’s short, curt pronouncement, “I’m here playing miniature golf with my in-laws. The doctor just called and I’m positive for celiac disease. I’ll call later, but I’m very angry.” Click.
My heart sinks and I tear up with the news. Then I get angry too and practice my transference. Isn’t it awful how some physicians have honed their bedside manner? Most celiacs are afforded the same treatment as patients with terminal diagnoses.
“You have celiac disease. We can’t do anything for you, go away.”
Anger is a very real part of the celiac grief recovery process. So, embrace it, love it, express it and expel it. But do try to have your most vituperative rants in private, so you don’t get the comment that I hear most often from my friends, “Well, go on, don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel!”
I'd make an effort to aim my anger at a constructive target, in advocacy, and on that rock hard brick of a celiac loaf that is your first attempt at baking gluten-free food!
Then move on. There is more to the grief process, and if I have it right, you’ll be back here soon, revisiting it anyway. YAY!