My husband has a friend, let’s call him Don, with lactose issues. He knows about my Celiac disease. Because of his issues, he understands the difficulty that I endure eating.
Don brought me two gluten free doughnuts. These two glorious gluten free doughnuts have chocolate frosting and hazelnuts. And this isn’t the first time he as brought me doughnuts. This is the second time he has brought me these doughnuts!
This doughnut is not the same as a regular gluten filled doughnut, it never will be. It is denser, more crumbly, and not fried. But it is good. It is really good. I didn’t have to cook it and I didn’t have to go get it. It just arrived on my doorstep, like magic. I didn’t even ask for it. He was at the doughnut shop, knew I don’t get this type of treat very often, and brought me these doughnuts.
Sometimes I can get frustrated with what I can’t have. I can get down and sometimes even angry at this disease. I can piss and moan and write blog posts bemoaning all of the suck that comes with Celiac disease. But then a little round ray of chocolate, hazelnut, deliciousness appears at my doorstep unannounced and I have to take a step back.
I need to remember that this disease is not the end of me or even all of me. It is just a part of me. Just because I can’t have a Krispy Kreme doesn’t mean my life is over. It just means I have to have Krispy Kreme’s gluten free cousin instead – not quite as good, but delicious anyway.
Maybe I need to take off my armor and try to let people in a little more. Maybe I need to try some new things. I might be surprised and surprisingly okay. I know certain friends are gluten free by choice and I maybe should accept some help from them. Lots of maybes and I need to do better.
Its hard to accept help sometimes but sometimes a doughnut shows up at your door to make you think a little more about it.