We left the house today with only the normal jitters. We even had time for a few family photos.
I have been teaching for 16 years.
I have addressed hundreds of students, if not thousands through the years.
I pride myself on being able to get their attention with minimal effort, and keeping it in most cases.
Sometimes it can be a bit more trying – like a full auditorium, as opposed to a closed classroom, but with the right presence and message, it can be done.
I did not get to hear Meghan’s speech today first hand. I was thrilled to see her happy smile when I picked her up. I knew she felt it had gone well, and that was most of the battle won.
While she was doing her homework I watched the recording her para had kindly made for me. I was awestruck.
Not only was I impressed with my little girl, and the clam, confident way she spoke, I was AMAZED by the quiet in the auditorium.
Now I know they are taught good manners, but this went beyond that. She HAD them. They cared about what she was saying. They were interested to learn about Cowden’s Syndrome. They were hanging on her words. The applause at the end confirmed it. She nailed it. Public speaking is not an issue for my girl.
The day followed with a Skype call to her friend Connor in Colorado. They struggled with the video feed, but they had audio and will try again next week for the video.
I know its only the US, but “Rare Disorders without Borders” here we come!
HUGE smile. Giant fatigue. Her day was a success. And now, tomorrow, she will give her speech all over again to the 4th and 5th graders – her peers. May it run just as smoothly!
Meanwhile, back at my school – the ribbons were distributed. The jeans were on. The kids were charged.
Many of them even decorated their doors with the Global Genes Project – denim ribbons. This was a huge school spirit event. I received cards, letters, and even a pack of thank you notes from one class. It was beyond touching to see my colleagues, supervisor, and students, all in their jeans with their denim ribbons.
“Hope it’s in our Genes”
We clearly are not alone.
All day long the photos came in. My Facebook page was hopping.
My nephew’s PreK staff on Long Island, my friend’s Catholic School on Staten Island, a few ribbons to a local HS, junior class at another school wearing theirs to support a family member. My sister had hers at work, and so did some dear friends.
Next year can we do a fund raiser too?
Next year can we involve more schools? Maybe all of Staten Island?
I got tons of requests, and offers of help. We know LOTS of really great people.
Next year, maybe we will help raise awareness even more.
But this year, tonight. I am tired.
I am grateful.
We are smiling. We are blessed.
Right now, Tylenol for her pain. TLC for her nerves.
Yesterday was another trip to the rheumatologist. She is lovely, but hasn’t a bit of a clue why Meghan’s pain persists – often through the Celebrex, and ALWAYS without it.
She prescribes the medicine. She examines her. She sees no signs of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis.
We speak for a little bit about Cowden’s Syndrome, her thyroid, and some of the other battles she has endured. I ask the doctor if this could all be related.
And she, candidly, honestly replies, “I don’t know. I am starting to think there is some link, but I don’t know enough about your syndrome to put it together.”
Well at least she is honest. But it is tiresome. The traveling. The doctors. The lack of answers.
So tonight, as I gave Meghan Tylenol after swim practice because the knee pain wouldn’t cut her a break. We turned our thoughts to tomorrrow, and the 6th Annual World Rare Disease Day.
This year’s motto is “Rare Disorders without Borders.” It got Meghan and I to thinking about how nice it would be if doctors in all the countries would share their research. There are so many rare diseases throughout the world. So many more dire than our own. There are so few people even looking for cures. As she chats and gets to know a girl in Australia with Cowden’s, we can’t help but think about how much more voice each of our disorders would have “without borders.”
We talked a little about the newspaper article, and how it has helped spread awareness in out community. We talked about all the ribbons we have made and distributed, and how nice it will be to see them tomorrow, and know we are not alone. We have raised awareness of Rare Diseases, and we have only just begun.
Meghan, and her determination will see her dream of the “One of a kind” necklace with the Global Genes Project Logo, find its way into their new store. She will see more and more people recognizing that “Hope is in our Genes,” and the denim ribbon gives an identity to those who too often have none.
Tomorrow people will understand what it means to “Wear That You Care,” as they don their jeans locally and globally.
My daughter, one of the compassionate people I know, is also the least judgmental. She is kind. Because she knows what it means to need kindness. She is kind because she has faith, and wisdom gifted to her. She is kind because, “You can’t tell by looking at someone if they are sick or in pain.”
Maybe tonight I would have to call Meghan the “Guest Blogger.”
What you read below is her speech. She was asked to prepare something to read for her school for “Rare Disease Day” on Thursday. She is an excellent public speaker, and fights only a few “butterflies” before she speaks. She always makes me so proud. I wish I could be there!
The text of the speech was written by her. I typed it, and then she went back in and changed it again. I added the pictures… just for here – because I like to!
She will review the speech with her principal tomorrow, but I don’t expect many changes.
Some of you, who know me, know me as Meghan Ortega. Or, maybe you know me as Meghan from 4th grade, or Meghan from Mrs. Worsdale’s and Mrs. LaMonaca’s class.
You might, if you know me a little better, know me as Meghan who loves to read, and swim. You might know me as Meghan who loves dogs.
Maybe you know that I have 2 dogs that I love, and a mom who is a teacher and a dad who is an electrician.
But, until today, very few of you knew that I am Meghan Ortega and I suffer with a Rare Disease called Cowden’s Syndrome.
Until September of 2011 I didn’t know I had this Rare Disease. What I did know was that something was wrong and my body was far from that of a “normal” kid.
For as long as I can remember, every week of my life has included AT LEAST one doctor’s appointment, and lots of times even more.
You’ve all been to the doctor and you know it’s not fun. It involves waiting and waiting…and even more waiting. It also involves poking and prodding. For me, it often means being sent to more and more and more doctors…
My mom says when I was a baby I wasn’t really comfortable, and I cried all the time. I almost never slept, and wouldn’t drink my bottle.
When we talk about it now, we think my body knew I couldn’t handle dairy products, and dairy is in milk.
Mom also tells me that I started seeing lots of doctors when I was just a few weeks old. Soon there were doctors to check almost every part of my body.
I have had 9 surgeries. I remember having my gall bladder out before I turned 4. I also had a lipoma (a soft tissue tumor that people with Cowden’s Syndrome get.)
I had knee surgery 4 times for an AVM in my right knee. An AVM is a vascular malformation. It is also common in Cowden’s Syndrome. It feels very strange because it pulses like your heart beat. Every time I had that surgery the doctor thought I wouldn’t need another one. But they have already done 4, and they are not sure if the AVM will ever go away, so I will probably need more.
Because I am in pain so much, I get physical therapy in and out of school. My outside physical therapist, Dr. Jill told Mom that she should take me to see a geneticist. I didn’t really understand what that was, but we went because that is just what I do.
Dr.Pappas at NYU was really nice. He examined me and he talked to me and mom. When he was done he drew some blood. He said he was pretty sure of what I had, but we had to wait for the test results.
In September of 2011, just as I was starting 3rd grade, we went back to his office and he told us that I have Cowden’s Syndrome. It means that my PTEN gene is broken. Your body is made up of all sorts of genes, but these are G-E-N-E-S, not J-E-A-N-S like the ones you wear. PTEN is the gene that keeps your body from growing tumors. Because mine is broken I get more growths, like the AVM, the lipoma, and the nodules on my thyroid that I have to have checked every 6 months.
As soon as I was diagnosed, the doctor talked to my mom and said she probably had Cowden’s too. He took her blood and a few weeks later she tested positive.
Because of the Cowden’s my mom had lots of tests done, and it explained a lot of things about the 17 surgeries she has had. On March 5th it will be a year since she had surgery for breast cancer. She is just fine. She says that knowing she had Cowden’s helped her find it early. She says to everyone that my diagnosis saved her life.
When I am here at school I smile a lot. I don’t like to dwell on anything bad. We spend enough time with doctors so I try to enjoy my time with kids.
You would probably never know by looking at me, that I am in pain a lot. I take medicine every day that helps my joints hurt less than they used to, but still most days I have pain. It is hard for me to climb up the stairs, and play at recess, but I do it.
We first heard about “World Rare Disease Day” last year, but at the time we were a little too stunned to do anything about it.
This year I told my mom I wanted to do something to make people more aware of Cowden’s Syndrome and all rare diseases. I was not ready yet to do a fund raiser – I just wanted to get the word out that Rare Diseases like ours exist. There are over 7,000 of them!
I shared my idea with Mrs. Manfredi and she said I could give out the ribbons and information you received today. I was really excited.
“Hope it’s in our genes” is the motto of the Global Genes Project. They try to raise awareness and find cures for all rare diseases.
Today I think it’s important for you to know you can’t ever really judge someone by how they look on the outside. You never know what’s going on inside of them.
What she does have is strength, stamina, and courage unrivaled by most. She is a tough cookie. An inspiration with her determination. Not once throughout her life have I ever known her to give up.
Mom is a survivor.
Long before she was a breast cancer survivor, she was a survivor of life.
She survived a divorce, two jobs, and raising 2 kids alone – with the help of my grandparents.
She survived sleepless nights, and worry.
She battled for her kids- fought doctors, insurance companies and the like. And, she even battled with us on occasion… If you can imagine that!
Long before she was a breast cancer survivor, she was my Mom. And she taught some valuable lessons I still use today.
(My sister posted the other day that “Some days I open my mouth and my mother comes out!”)
These are her words coming out of me these days….
When my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer I was 23. I was scared. She might have been scared, but she attacked it with her “matter of fact” attitude that I think is what has gotten her so far.
She went for her first mastectomy on February 24th of 1997. She was just 48. The second mastectomy followed in April when cancer was found in the other breast. 6 months of chemo followed. 5 years of Tamoxifen followed that.
And she just kept right on going. Even though some days she felt like this…
Truth be told, maybe we all did. But I did what I could to help out with her, around the house, and with my little sister. I was really just amazed by her drive. But I think I still am.
Last year when I was scheduled for my mastectomy, the surgeon asked me who had been with my mother during hers. I told her my dad and I had. She said, “Well call mom and tell her its time to return the favor.”
I called her on the ride home and although I can’t imagine it was an easy call to take. She never flinched. She took the week off that I had the surgery (a HUGE compliment from someone who sparsely misses a day of work.) My recovery went so smoothly. And I had some of the best conversations of my life with Mom that week.
When my pathology returned DCIS, she was the first one I called. Neither of us were surprised. And, yet her reassuring words, that she knew I had “done the right thing,” gave me such peace.
Before Mom was diagnosed she dreaded turning 50. After all she had been through she embraced 50 with grace and charm, and a few years ago gave 60 a great big hug.
This is a picture from her 64th birthday a few weeks ago.
My mom may not be like everyone else’s. She can be a tough lady. She hasn’t had an easy life. But she has a heart of gold. And I love her for who she is.
As I grow I realize everyone does the best they can with what they have where they are.
I am thankful – so thankful – for these last 16 years with my Mom. I am grateful she got to know my daughter. I look forward to having her around for a long time.
A mother bonds with all her children, and she is close with my sisters – differently than how we are close. That’s what makes each relationship special.
We share some things that can’t be put into words…
She will always be my friend. I hope she knows just how much she is loved.
As a matter of fact that is the very denim ribbon image she had our friend use when he crafted her “one of a kind” necklace. (Well, now that Mom has one I guess there are two…) That very same necklace she hopes will transform the world’s image of rare diseases and give them a uniting symbol.
I called our local paper. The reporter met with us for 2 hours Friday of last week. The article printed today.
The link isn’t up yet – not the full one. Just the link for the photo.
So, for now… this is all I have.
And here is the article.It will probably read a lot better on an iphone… or with a magnifying glass. 🙂
I will be sure to post the real link when I have it.
But it is here and we are excited. Raising awareness in our hometown.
My girl already wants to add a few schools for next year… Can’t stop this kid, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Trip across the Verazanno Bridge… about $6 with my EZpass.
But, the news from the dermatologist that I can stretch the visits a whole year, combined with the news from the breast surgeon that “everything looks great and I will see you in 6 months!”
So we cross small hurdles gleefully.
We had 7 appointments carefully scheduled for this week to avoid time off from work/school. Three doctors apparently realized last week they have kids at home and cancelled. So this concise week of appointments will stretch a bit, but I have begun scheduling the 11 doctors and 4 scans I can remember that are due in June/July.
I will do everything in my power to consolidate them.