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To recap: Mom and I had blood tests run because my little brother was just diagnosed with celiac, and it's genetic.
I got a call from the nurse saying my results were clean (Yay, CAKE!) yesterday, and mom didn't, so neither of us were surprised this morning when she was told her test was positive. The test they ran does throw false positives, but it seems likely she has some level of gluten intolerance, and she has to move up to the next stage of testing.
(She also wants me to go back and cajole the doc into testing for iga deficiency, because the test we had doesn't work with that. I'd be inclined to leave well enough alone, but mom has also offered to foot the bill.)
It's all rather excitingbecause I can still have cake since it's offering a chance for significant improvement in quality of life for my brother, who desperately needs some kind of break, and now possibly for my mom as well -- who isn't suffering acutely from anything but a serious overdose of my brother, but does tend to get sick more than the rest of us, need more naps, and have chronic canker sores and occasional anemia.*
Potentially less irritable mom added to who-knows-how changed brother could be an amazing, amazing thing, guys.
*Actually, anemia is one of the reasons I feel weird getting tested for antibody deficiency. Mom's decided that I MUST be tested for anemia at least three different times in my life. I've never had it. It's a projection sort of thing apparently based on the fact that if I was away at college she didn't see me changing from summer to winter plumage and the result was startling pallor. :P
I got a call from the nurse saying my results were clean (Yay, CAKE!) yesterday, and mom didn't, so neither of us were surprised this morning when she was told her test was positive. The test they ran does throw false positives, but it seems likely she has some level of gluten intolerance, and she has to move up to the next stage of testing.
(She also wants me to go back and cajole the doc into testing for iga deficiency, because the test we had doesn't work with that. I'd be inclined to leave well enough alone, but mom has also offered to foot the bill.)
It's all rather exciting
Potentially less irritable mom added to who-knows-how changed brother could be an amazing, amazing thing, guys.
*Actually, anemia is one of the reasons I feel weird getting tested for antibody deficiency. Mom's decided that I MUST be tested for anemia at least three different times in my life. I've never had it. It's a projection sort of thing apparently based on the fact that if I was away at college she didn't see me changing from summer to winter plumage and the result was startling pallor. :P
