nauseatingnancy

I am 23 years old and am going to nursing school. I never had a good relationship with my family until recently. I was addicted to drugs for 5 years and that's all I cared about. About two years ago, I lost everything I had. My job, my apartment, my pets....all because I wanted to party 24/7. My parents took me back in the summer of 07. I didn't go to rehab, my family was my rehab. It was hell, and I ran away in the middle of the night, taking with me the one pet I managed to keep. I ended up in Pittsburgh with some man I met online, and moved in with him. That was my turning point more than anything. I don't know what it is with families, especially mothers, but no matter what you do, they just keep on loving you. I was kicked out of the guys house and my mom flew me back to Florida. Ever since it has just gotten better and better. I have been sober of the hard stuff for nearly two years now, and I plan to keep it that way. My mom and I are best friends.

My mom was diagnosed with celiac this past spring. She got really sick. Everyone thought she was just making herself sick because her dog died unexpectedly of cancer and she was devastated. I was the only one who believed her. Now that shes been diagnosed, the rest of the family realizes the seriousness, and actuality of her sickness. I do anything my mom wants me too, which is mainly just give her emotional support. I think one of the reasons I am so dedicated to her is because of my past. I feel like I have to make up all the crap I put her through. But it's totally worth it.

I don't have celiac but I am allergic to gluten and eat gluten free as well.

When my mom was finally diagnosed we were so happy. We thought we had the answer. But we are now just beginning to realize that we have a long way to go. AT least it is a journey she doesn't have to take alone.