Some days are harder than others but I have to remember that I didn’t choose this. I’ve watched both my parents battle cancer and although I’ve never been in their shoes, I would liken living with food allergies as very similar. It’s a long road and it limits what you can do while you’re dealing with healing and involved in the fight. Sometimes you look sick and sometimes you don’t. There are no guarantees on whether you will be healed or not and you can’t tell if it will come back, get worse or be gone. You just really don’t know what the future holds.

In my opinion, cancer is an immune issue. For whatever reason, the immune system is unable to keep up with rogue cells and destroy them in a cancer patient. I have the opposite. My immune system is fighting things unnecessarily (Autoimmune Disorder).

Food.

It’s fighting food, the very thing that nourishes the immune system. Crazy, awesome bodies we have.

I recently had an appointment with my nutritionist and my herbalist. Because of symptoms I explained to her, my nutritionists suggested I have histamine sensitivity and therefore need to limit many of the foods that I’ve been eating the last couple months. This removes many of my favorite foods such as strawberries, citrus, vinegars and cocoa. Add that to beginning a rotation diet and for a few days I really felt screwed. Living without is not a walk in the park. I have seen great improvement by limiting histamine foods though so that’s a positive, right?

At my appointment with my herbalist, he explained the results of my genetic test, 23 and Me. I didn’t understand all of it, but I did gather enough of it that it seems the test results pretty much support all the things we’ve been dealing with thus far. I do have some variances in areas that may affect me for the rest of my life but let’s not jump to any long-term conclusions just yet. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Put that all together with being invited out to eat with family and having the restaurant tell me I can’t bring my own food and it’s not made for a good day. Here’s where I am today. A little feeling sorry for myself and a little self-justification all rolled into one messy, allergenic ball.