September 2012 – Page 2 – beatingcowdens

Every Day is a Great Adventure!

Published on September 9, 2012September 10, 2012 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Ever feel like you lived a few days all at once? Yep. Today would be one of those days. From the physical to the emotional – I am shot. And it is only the BEGINNING of the week!

We walked today, my mom, my friend and I. When Mom picked me up this morning we were both a little grumpy. then we both cried a little. It just seemed wrong heading out without Meghan. But I took some solace in the fact that when I kissed her at 6:30 AM her skin was blessedly cool to the touch. Maybe it was over.

So we picked up our friend, and determined to enjoy the sunshine, we were in central Park a few minutes after 7. Professionals by now, we do all of our shopping, and gathering of “free stuff,” then we walk it to the car so we can race pretty much unencumbered. And Meghan, for having not been there, made out quite well in a wide array of paid items and “free stuff.” Well deserved!

Manhattan was crowded as ever, but thanks to my aggressive little Mom we were up close to the front when the race began. We moved aside to allow for the runners and then had a really enjoyable walk without the tight crowds we sometimes experience. We got to chat and walk, and enjoy each other and the sunshine.

RFTC2 — Holding the banners Meghan made for us

At the finish line. Aren’t we pretty in pink? 🙂

So after a fun and exhausting morning we headed home. Meghan was so thrilled that we hadn’t forgotten about her. I was less than thrilled to see her on the couch, a clear indicator that the fever returned.

So, just like that came the transformation from walker to Mom. We started making plans for who would watch her Monday. She reminded us about her friend, and ours, a neighbor who loves her like she is her own. Meghan said, “Just ask Patty!” So I did. Patty will be here at 7:15.
Thinking it was all taken care of, we sent Meghan for a nap. Restless a few minutes later, the thermometer revealed a scary 104.2. Knowing what he would say, I had to call the pediatrician anyway. That number is too high for me. So, he happened to be in his office and invited us to come in. (I adore my pediatrician.)

He spent a few minutes sizing her up. The Tylenol was starting to work and she was down to 103.7. After an agonizing 20 minutes he sent us for blood work at a local ER. I am not a big fan of the local hospitals, but thought perhaps a brief visit MIGHT be ok. Not so much.

In the literally blood spattered walls of a tiny room with no access to TV or cell phone, we sat while they took 2 blood cultures and a CBC. She admitted at 4 PM with a fever of 102.9. They gave her a dose of Motrin. We waited for the blood for almost 2 hours. As I grew anxious they told me they were having trouble finding it. Almost ready to leave, it turned up – with a terribly low white blood cell count, but nothing else noteworthy. We left quickly, being discharged at 6:30 with 99.4, having learned/remembered 2 things.

1. It is not OK – even for a short visit, and

2. Motrin – Motrin – Motrin

We had a hard time deciding who got to shower first as we cleaned off the filth we had just been in. Dinner, some TV, WINE(for me – not her!), and it was off to bed. Fever free at 8:30.

Headed up now for the 11PM Clindamycin. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Every day is a great adventure!

Race for the Cure (minus 1)

Published on September 8, 2012 by beatingcowdens6 Comments

survicor — It won’t be nearly as much fun without my biggest fan!

Tomorrow morning I will gather in Central Park with some 25,000 other runners and walkers, survivors, and friends and family to support the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. This will be my first race in a pink “survivor” T shirt, insisted upon by Meghan, my biggest fan.

This was our year. I registered Meghan as a “real” walker. She got an official race day T shirt, and a number too. She was so proud to be walking with her Mom, and Grandma – two “survivors.” She was thrilled to be registered, and wear a number. She was looking forward to waking up super early.

Except, she won’t be coming.

At 6:30 tomorrow morning my Mom will pick me up. We will each wear a special banner designed by Meghan. We will pick up our friend, another survivor, and we will head to Central Park. The car will hold one less this year, and if I might say so myself,

I thought it all day. I thought it to myself. I even hid in my room and cried a little, ok a lot. I had quite the pity party going for my girl. Asking over and over WHEN she is going to get a break, and WHEN is something going to go her way, and WHY can’t she seem to just have some fun when her HEART and SOUL are ALWAYS looking out for other people. And, not to be surprised, she never said once all day that it wasn’t fair.

She encouraged me to go, even without her. She said she was sad, and disappointed, but we made a date for the American Cancer Society walk on Staten Island in October.

She is asleep on the couch right now with 102 fever. She woke up great this morning. By noon she was developing a fever. She was complaining of a headache. By 2 PM she had cleared 102 and we headed out to the urgi center. After an OBNOXIOUS 3 hour wait, we left with the diagnosis of (“It’s probably”) strep, and (maybe) and ear infection. I sometimes wonder if they train to be meteorologists, and end up as doctors – probably…maybe… UGH!

He second dose of Clindamycin will be at 11PM. By noon tomorrow we will know if it was bacterial or viral because she should feel much better, and the headache – that always scares the CRAP out of me, should be gone.

By noon tomorrow I will be home. Back from my race. Full of conflicted emotions. I have been to this race almost every year since 1998, but Meghan kept calling it my “first” race. I will be glad to be with my mom and my friend, but really, what good is any race or celebration without your biggest fan?

Serenade

Published on September 7, 2012 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

I am sitting in the basement on the computer trying desperately to ignore the cricket serenading me from some other corner of the room. My family has been asleep for hours. Silently I have struck a deal with this insect, that if he stays far from me, I won’t try to squish him.

Not a big bug fan, and since a quick google search shows me a photo of one of his distant cousins, I have strengthened my resolve not to meet the cricket tonight. I don’t mind bugs, when they live outside where they belong. I just don’t like them taking residence in my house!

So, he continues to sing, as I put 4 stamps on the CD of the sonograms of my abdomen from April and last Novemeber. I included the reports and a cover letter to the oncologist. Off they will go tomorrow, and hopefully they will safely arrive. See I am really and truly ready to hear the definitive word that the spleen stays. One more week…

Week – what a week it was. I swear I am still sore from the boxes earlier in the week. A true sign that I lost a lot of strength post operatively. But, I am moved in. And, after 2 hours on a Friday afternoon after the students, and most of the teachers had left – I am largely set up. Finally!

Meghan loved her 4th grade teacher, even if it isn’t the one she originally wanted. This one has all the skill, kindness and compassion of the other. It will be a great year for her – academically.

Still so many medical questions unanswered. I am so intrigued as to how a pituitary that is over working can be too small. I am even more intrigued that this keeps only me, and apparently the cricket, up at night.

Answers. I need answers instead of more questions. But I fear it just isn’t to be. So, I will head to bed before I am forced to meet the insect that has been singing my lullaby for the last 2 hours.

Stay tuned…

Published on September 5, 2012 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

I learned a few things as I set up my classroom this week. Many of them I will not say here, because Mom always says, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!” Well at least that’s what she used to say when we were young… but I digress.

I have been without my own classroom for a few years now. I have been a traveling math cluster, and then last year shared a room with a colleague. This year I was given my own 3rd floor room. It is harder to have a room, but change is good – so I was ready and excited to try it out. And grateful for the opportunity.

See last spring my colleague and I were told we were to share the 3rd floor room. So, in the heat of June we brought everything we could (using LOTS of kids to help) up to that room. The rest of my personal belongings (from the first 10 years in the classroom) were stored in a nearby storage closet.

Sometime over the summer I got an Email that the schedule had changed. The third floor room would be mine alone, and the 1st floor room would belong to my colleague. So I set about the business of buying all the things you need for a room.

I brought my things in on August 22nd, but I couldn’t stay to set up. Meghan had an appointment. As a matter of fact I couldn’t come in the next day either because of two of my appointments -so I first got in to get settled yesterday.

Much to my surprise, the storage closet where all my personal things were had a new lock. I didn’t have a key so I took that as my clue to vacate.

Now, prior to the Mastectomy, I was pretty strong. I helped my husband renovate the house. I know how to move heavy things. Prior to the hysterectomy and the mastectomy – just a few short months apart, and just 6 months ago… I felt like this.

Now, after moving boxes for 3 hours yesterday. up and down the stairs, even with the help of a few well intentioned friends, I feel more like this.

I am sore in places I had no idea it was OK to be sore. This was either an eye opener to my age, my body’s fatigue, or the fact that it is time for some serious exercise.

But, after 2 days my classroom went from this:

To a lot closer to this:

Which is a good thing, because I just don’t do clutter well at all.

So when I left a little more relaxed it was time to get a confusing phone call from the doctor.

Meghan’s blood panel appears normal, but I have to compare the thyroid numbers off the last one when I see it. That was OK, and then he said the MRI had an “ODD” finding – shocker!

The “anterior pituitary tissue is seen though it is diminutive in size for age.”

Still actively trying to figure out what that means, especially because we were scanning for a pituitary tumor to try to find the cause of the early puberty. Now, clearly the pituitary is TOO SMALL? Really? I just can’t figure this out.

Grateful there is no tumor, I asked the doctor if it was insignificant. To which he replied, “Everything means something. I have never seen this before but I will be asking a lot of questions.”

So, fourth grade for my big girl tomorrow. One day at a time, this is all we can do…

Random Reflections – nothing profound today!

Published on September 2, 2012 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

We tried another church today. This time all three of us went. A little different than what we are used to, or I should say WERE used to – but it holds some promise nonetheless. Before we had even left we had been given a tour of the facility by the pastor, and Meghan was invited to a free music class Thursday afternoon.

God has a plan. And while we did not head all the way to Norway where Wikipedia tells me this picture is from, we were away from “home.” I am working to keep my eyes open and focused because to be quite honest some days God flat out confuses me. So we will see. At least we worshipped together as a family – for the first time in months!

It was gray and overcast a lot of the day. Glad we got in a swim yesterday. It may have been the last one. We would close the pool tomorrow, but we need to call a man about some air bubbles in the liner. Hoping its nothing too serious.

We got to spend the afternoon with my grandparents and my parents. Last minute plans are always a treat when we get to be with family. Pop was 93 last week. Grandma will be 92 in 2 weeks. GGMa is not quite up there, but it is still always a reminder of how fortunate I truly am to see my grandparents interacting with my daughter.

The oncologist’s nurse called me Friday. She wants a copy of an old abdominal sonogram on CD so they can sort out the spleen, and why it seems to suddenly be growing so many things. I told her it was going to take me a bit of time to get it because it was 4:40 on the Friday before a holiday weekend. She told me I could get it Tuesday. I chuckled.

No matter how hard I try… “I plan, God laughs.”

I explained to her that after 9 and a half weeks of summer vacation, I return to work Tuesday. I will not physically be able to have the CD burned until Friday. They will get it in about a week and a half. At which point she nicely reminded me that it could be serious. To which I replied quite simply, “No it can’t, because I don’t have time.”

She was appalled I think. But, what I meant was, I have undergone 2 major surgeries in the last 6 months. I have a colonoscopy scheduled for one of the days off this month, and an orthodontic visit with Meghan on the next one. Unless you can prove to me my spleen is about to explode or damage some other remaining internal organ – HANDS OFF!

I am about done with all these doctors!

So as much as I did my best to plan to keep next week, the first days of school, free and empty of things to do – the yellow pad next to me gets more full by the minute.

I will at some point get that CD. I will get the results of Meghan’s blood test and MRI. I will call Meghan’s school and sort out the busing mess that is developing for the first day of school. I will get the pool guy to show up when someone is home and tell me if I need to fix the pool before it can be closed. I will get Meghan to swim class, the orthodontist, and that new music class, and to Physical Therapy too.

I will get back to work. We will get back to homework, and a schedule that hopefully involves more kids and less doctors.

There will be stress, and tears, and nervous stomachs, and excitement.

And for Mommy – there will also be wine. LOTS of wine!

Although I must admit sometimes it’s nice to reflect with a few “normal” worries mixed in!