I had my appointment today and my MRI was normal. However, since my liver phosphate numbers were still elevated, I have to go for a biopsy to rule out the other autoimmune disease and rule out other complications from thyroid disease. I am keeping positive; since I am clear from PSC, I am hopeful that I don’t have PBC either. In my daily positivity mantras, I will continue to speak, “I have a healthy liver” into existence.
I also have to go for an endoscopy. Since I am responding so well to the gluten-free diet, she wants to see if it’s celiac disease or non-celiac gluten sensitivity. Blood tests don’t always indicate celiac disease, but an endoscopy does. An endoscopy doesn’t diagnose non-celiac gluten sensitivity, but cutting out gluten entirely and seeing results is what diagnoses that. I am gluten sensitive for sure. I’ve started adjusting to a gluten and dairy free lifestyle.
I’d like to think that spending time with my aunt and Claire this weekend also helped. On Saturday, Aunt Kathy and I went to the Museum of the American Revolution, then lunch and ice cream (I had vegan ice cream) and we had a blast.
I am thankful for Aunt Kathy and all that she does for me. It felt nice to laugh and catch up. It felt nice to be understood and accepted.
On Sunday, dad dropped me off at Claire’s house in West Chester. I have started making time for friends and family this year and I was excited to spend some time with Claire. I made a delicious gluten and dairy free lunch – gluten-free fettuccine with zoodles and a red pepper sauce. Claire loved this, as she loved the gluten-free blueberry bundt cake I made. Before we cut into the bundt cake, we sang Happy Birthday to one another. She turned 29 in May and since I turned 29 last week, I thought it would be nice. We both laughed.
We then sat outside and caught up. We also had fun taking photos, but what brought us the most joy was when I shared my scrapbook so far of Happiness Box 2017. I have only until mid-July 2017 finished and as Claire was reading my happiness/gratitude, she was smiling. She was feeling happy reading what made me happy. I also wrote a lot about Canadian immigration and when she read about some frustrations, she turned to me and said, “I’m sorry that immigration was frustrating at time.” There was something special about sharing my scrapbook.
Yesterday was special and I am so glad I could spend time with Claire. It was much needed for me too.
This is what my Happiness Box looks like so far: