Posted on February 19, 2014
The article in the Examiner, which looks at the culpability of glyphosate, branded as Roundup, which I tweeted and Facebooked about got me thinking of my early days pre-diagnosis of Coeliac Disease.
Here’s the link if you missed it:
I was a painfully thin child in the 1970s. A friend posted a photo of me when I was 5 or 6 in a class photo and it caused great amusement how thin I was, so I’m fairly certain I had the auto immune disease from birth.
My nadir – health and weight-wise came in 2001 – when my son was a mere baby. I couldn’t carry him to bed, on my shoulders, in my arms for any length of time as I was too weak. 6 foot 2 and 10 stone. Bad. Not as in good either.
I have a photo (which I frequently upload to my own personal social networks) showing me holding him in the sea in Porto Colom, Mallorca, where I look emaciated. No muscle tissue, no fat, nothing, just a skeletal scaffold.
Glyphosate may be a factor in the rise of coeliac disease and the like, yes, but for me it was gluten. Gluten made me ill, and still does. One smidgeon and I’m ill.
A more cheerful blog later on #shedworking
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