So how do you diagnose coeliac? You don’t guess. You test. See a gastroenterologist. Eat all the bread. Get the blood work. Get the camera. Demand the biopsy.
It’s a weird journey. You’ll talk about your poop more than you ever imagined. You’ll feel worse before you feel better. But once you know? You own your health. You take back control.
And the next time someone offers you a croissant? You’ll smile, say “no thanks, my immune system would fight a war for this,” and enjoy your dark chocolate instead. That’s the win.
