Monday, September 17, 2012
This isn't art; it is personal history. This is the faucet that changed my life. In 1998, when my kids were 13, 11 and 6, and I was 45 and blissfully healthy, we camped at a site near this tap. Because the campground was associated with an organic beef farm, we were particularly careful about water, only using it only if it were bottled or boiled. Except for one night, when, after we'd put the kids to be in the tent, John and I decided to have a bit of wine at the campfire. We rinsed off the glasses at this tap. A few days later, the two of us had a GI bug; the kids were fine. John quickly got better. I didn't. Over the next two years, I wasted away from a healthy 131 pounds (at 5'8") to 90, eventually becoming desperately sick. In so many ways, it felt like I was disappearing. Eventually I got the diagnosis of celiac disease, apparently triggered by the GI infection that I am sure we got from the water from this tap. All these years, we had not returned to that campground, but I was finally ready to do it this summer. It is a spectacular place on the coast of Maine. John couldn't understand why (I scarcely do myself) but I needed to find the faucet that really did change so much for me. Having celiac disease is not great--but, because of it, I have met wonderful people from all over the continent and even in Europe and Australia. And being that sick taught me to slow down and appreciate THIS day. So I needed to come back to that place where, bizarrely, my life turned.
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