Star:
1. any heavenly body.
2. a person's destiny, temperament, etc.
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Whether you’re reading this because you’re gluten intolerant, suffer from PVFS or CFS, are starting to grow your own veggies, embracing natural and/or alternative remedies, or just want to enjoy the journey with us, please remember I’m not a medical expert, nor am I here to debate global warming. Being diagnosed with a life-changing illness, looking for answers or changing the way one lives can all be overwhelming events, so I hope that by sharing the triumphs and tragedies, you too will benefit in some way from our journey.

I hope you enjoy the journey and if you leave this blog having learnt only one new recipe or started to think about finding your star, then this blog’s purpose has been served.

My two favourite sayings:
Pondering the choices we make at the crossroads is like revision in the school of life. Regretting the mistakes or taking for granted the successes means we have learnt nought.
An attentive student will gain wisdom from the mistakes and joy from the successes. Cartillyer – 2008

'Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.' Mohandas Gandhi

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Introducing – Mr T

(My apologies if you receive this twice – I'm having trouble getting Blogger to do as it's told!)
Mr T is a wonderfully supportive husband and father. I think that if I insisted that we needed to move to Siberia because the freezing winters would benefit us all, he’d agree. It’s not that he’s under the thumb – far from it. It’s because he trusts my judgement. He knows I always do my research first and that I’d never put the wellbeing of our family at risk. He’s even more sceptical than me when it comes to natural therapies, and would love to solve all health issues with a pill. 
Unfortunately, there is no pill cure for gluten and wheat intolerances or for happiness. (Well, there is a pill to aid happiness, several pills actually, but they’re short-term fixes, highly addictive and have no place in long-term happiness and wellbeing.)

Mr T’s downfall is that he’s a worrier and a terrible stresshead. He always worries about me, even when I’m having good days, which have become a regular occurrence. He works fulltime in a very stressful job in advertising and is convinced he’ll die well before me. (He’s six months older than me.) I’ve made it very clear to him that if he did that, I’d bring him back to life and kick his arse for dying on me. 

We affectionately call him Mr Clean because mess drives him nuts. I am lucky enough to have  a husband that not only does housework, but loves vacuuming! We all love him for it and it's just one of the many reasons why he's stuck with me for the rest of his life, and after I revive him (if he is rude enough to die before me). 

One of the more important reasons, though, is that he never stops believing in me.

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