Moving Past Celiac Setbacks

As humans, sometimes we become obsessed with success. Success in our education, our social life, our job, and our relationships. Sometimes, though, to reach success, first there has to be a low point. For all those who have followed my three-day stay in the hospital and my nose's present love/hate relationship with its feeding tube, my low point is readily visible.

The night before I head back for college, though, I can't help but compare myself to the young, naive girl greeted by whoops and screams of present PLNU students on orientation day. Fundamentally, I'm the same person. I'm goofy, sweet, sarcastic, and hopefully optimistic (unless it's early morning, of course). Yet, the hospital and my week of rest has opened my eyes to a new side of me. The fearful warrior.

The warrior and her weapon - the nostril tube!

I had no idea what to expect as a celiac when I walked onto campus. Gluten free food, hopefully? And there was food, but not enough of it. And I did have energy, but not enough to power a full day of classes, social activities, and late-night study parties. You see why I ended up at the hospital with malnutrition and vitamin deficiencies?

Now, I have a game plan. More snacks. Considering the lack of space currently in my dorm, they may have to be strung up with bungee cords from the ceiling to fit, but there will be snacks nonetheless. Next, a more personal relationship with the cafeteria chef. My stomach sours just thinking about navigating the red tape to speak with Chef Urs and set up my own meal plan, where I can call ahead for a pre-made gluten free goodie. But now I know that the salad bar,a few gluten free sides (beans? I'll pass. And squash? Squash that!), and the odd proteinwon't cut it in the nutrition department.

More meat, less fruit!

Because, honestly, if I don't conquer my food issues, my food issues are going to conquer me. When I went to the doctor today, I almost started crying before she began speaking. Because, as positive as I've tried to be, I'm tired of this tube. It's been a week since the plastic snake was introduced to my throat channel, and they still aren't friends. Scratch that - my throat has been (hoarsely) screaming bloody murder even as my stomach thrives on the 12 hour feedings of nutrients at night.

So, my doctor and I made a deal.

The tube comes out tomorrow, but only if food - and a lot of it - starts going in. A week-long trial period. I've jumped from 88 lbs to 90 (watch out - Casey the bodybuilder is coming!) and by next Friday, I need to be at 93.

I can't express how happy I am to be ditching my tube in the trash can, but, even as my nose threw its Declaration of Independence party, fear bubbled in the back of my throat. As scary as it was to think of going to school rockin' a nose tube, in the last few days, that's all I've thought about. I've pictured it, finalized my explanations ("My dad's a Marine. I'm a government experiment" or "Bears. Avoid 'em. Or you'll end up with this") and texted my friends a warning. Now, even though it's for the better, my plans have changed again...and that's scary.

This scary times 10

The whole thing is scary, actually. I already have to catch u p on tests, classwork, and dorm gossip. Thinking of missing a whole week of college classes? Freshman, don't do it! Food, as great as it sounds to my torn-up throat, at times feels like another complication. I've already tried being a healthy college celiac in the beginning of the semester. And I failed. What if I fail again?

And yet, despite all of the doubts attacking my mind, most of my brain is calm. Chillin' even. Because I've felt support and found inspiration in every individual who has touched me during my week-long journey from college, to the hospital, back home.

When I'm worried my body will give out on me again, I'll think of the nurses and doctors who revitalized my body and turned my hospital room into a temporary home. I won't lie and say I was "comfortable" in my hospital bed - an IV, nose tube, and chest wires aren't exactly cuddly - but they always made me feel safe, cared for, and positive, even when they told me bad news.

When I feel like celiac and college stress will break my spirit, I'll remember the thousands of comments that flooded GlutenDude's post and my blog, wishing me well in my time of need. I was called inspirational, beautiful, strong, and determined...and I will try to live up to these compliments every day.

Perhaps the experience I will repeat most often as a mantra, however, is that no matter what challenges celiac throws at me that day, I am out of the hospital. Because of my age, I was placed in the pediatrics ward as the oldest charge. One day, after a long visit by the doctors and an information overload, I grabbed my trusty IV pole like a walker and strutted out to the lounge that connected all the hospital rooms, nose tube taped to my face. As I made my rounds, though, my own frustration dissolved at the sight ofbald children waiting for the their chemo session, toddlers with tubes sticking out of tiny bodies, and preteens texting around IV's.

The fact is, I'm lucky. Even if I "fail" on solid food again and have to return to the feeding tube, I will still be lucky.

It's no longer a Cinderella tale, however I'm no Cinderella

Yes, I have celiac disease and it is challenging. Yes, this is an awful time for a health problem to strike. But, instead of spending my childhood in a hospital, I'm stressing over college classes.

Stress has never felt so good.

Has celiac disease made you stronger? How do you stay nice? Comment beneath!

Mustaqim Jaed

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