Violent Brave
He doesn’t remember this, because he was too doped up from testing, but the drive home from the diagnoses was a trip of gloomy realizations. At each pause, from the passenger seat, he would recall a food he would never again be able to eat. One stop light brought the recognition of pizza. The next was bagels. Then there was pasta and pastries. And so on.
Celiac disease: It’s a pretty name when you first hear it, despite the ‘disease’ clause. Celiac sounds like an exotic flower species, Crayola shade, or a concentrated spa treatment. It could have been a lot worse for a 71-year-old man. Cancer of any form would have been more painstaking than the nuisance of changing his diet. And his heart is still in check.
