“I’ll get you my pretty…”

It is late, but I need to decompress.  my apologies to those of you I meant to reach out to personally.

Really – the last few days again have been a whirlwind.

The Wizard of Oz seems the appropriate metaphor – so bear with me.

Some time last week Meghan began complaining of shoulder pain.  Left shoulder – mildly irritated.  So, we gave some tylenol and kept on moving.  But come Sunday afternoon it seemed to take a marked turn for the worse.  And that is where the story began.

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She was struggling to move it at all, and the pain face was coming.  You know – the face that tries to be brave but is so strained it just ends up looking exhausted?  That one.

We got her to bed Sunday night but started to wonder if she would make school the next day.  We waited until she was sound asleep and began poking at the shoulder.  Sounds mean I know, but we figured if we got a pain reaction out of a dead sleep…  and we did.

So I began to Email her awesome PT who did her best to help guide me and keep me calm.  She also got me a 1:15 appointment for Monday.

I emailed my boss that I would be out and I let her sleep in Monday.  Then she woke up.  I guess that’s where it started to get trickier.

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Well, maybe not quite that tricky yet – but close.  The pain was intense.  We decided to try the Urgi Care to see if she needed an Xray.  We waited and were seen by a perplexed doctor who decided against the Xray and suggested we see the pediatrician.  Great plan.  He was on my list but I was hoping to get a jump start since his hours didn’t start till 2.

In the mean time, we went to see the PT.  Have I mentioned Jill and Lauren at Leaps and Bounds PT are the absolute BEST?  We saw Lauren who calmly assessed Meghan through careful range of motion activities.  It was clear she was in great pain.  Lauren told me she was worried about the muscles – clearly strained, and the potential that there might be a slight injury to the rotator cuff.

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At this point I swear  I heard the sound of Cowden’s Syndrome, like the Wicked Witch, cackling in the background, “I’ll get you my pretty…!”

My heart sank.  The shoveling hadn’t helped I am sure.  But the swimming.  That had to be the real culprit.  I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, or perhaps that someone had dropped a house on me.

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It had taken years to find a sport that she enjoyed.  One that she was ENCOURAGED to do.  The pride and excitement on her face – amazing.  And now the threat that maybe it caused this injury.  My thoughts flooded with wonderings about the future.

At 2:30 we headed to the pediatrician.  He evaluated her but wanted an orthopedist.  We tried three.  None took my insurance.  Finally they found one local that takes my insurance who would see her Weds. (tomorrow) at 4:40 – but don’t worry because they are triple booked and we should plan on waiting 3 hours.

Um… no.

So as I stood at the window of the pediatrician’s office I asked him to order the MRI that seemed inevitable.  He reluctantly did.  Then I asked him what to do for her for pain.  He called us back in and looked at her again.

He said what I already knew.  He said, ” No one around here has a clue about Cowden’s Syndrome, and they don’t want to touch her.”  Take her off Staten Island.  Go up to Memorial Sloan Kettering where they first diagnosed her AVM.  Go to the ER up there.  We have no way of knowing if the knot behind her shoulder is a muscle or a soft tissue tumor.  (Thank you Cowden’s)

“I’ll get you my pretty…”  There goes the cackle again.  And a firm reminder to Cowden’s that it WILL not get us

This was at about 5.  So, we had a quick bite to eat and headed up to 68th and York.  They were perplexed by our arrival, but they handled it fine.  They got an Xray, and made Meghan comfortable with heat packs and pain medicine.  The Xray wasn’t read because there was no radiologist on,  so we were discharged hours later with the pain pills, and orders to see an orthopedist – the one who diagnosed the AVM, and to call our endocrinologist for the Xray results in the AM since he is the one we see at Sloan.

At this point Felix had joined us and we were all a bit punchy.  Meghan was stiff and in pain.  I was over thinking and exhausted… together we made quite a sight.

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We arrived home after 11 and I headed  down the street to the 24 hour pharmacy for her pain medicine.  Except – they didn’t have it.  And they offered me no suggestion as to where to get it.  So, at 11:20 – armed with my smart phone, and facebook, I relied on the guidance of a few night owls to get me to a pharmacy.  Medicine retrieved, heating blanket purchased, and Twix consumed – I headed home some time close to 1AM.

Felix was staying home Tuesday.  It was Parent Teacher Conferences for me.  So my head touched down on the pillow some time around 1:20 AM.

Too tired to even think, I could still hear the cackling of the witch – reminding me so much of Cowden’s Syndrome… threatening… “I’ll get you….”

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I headed out to work by 7:30.

I called for the Xray results and got a reprimand by our doctor at Sloan that was appropriate for a child. He was annoyed that I had even brought her to the ER last night.  I told THAT doctor to take it up with my pediatrician.  I really despise arrogance.

In contact with Felix and Meghan we got an appointment for the orthopedist, on the 21st of MARCH!

Since that wasn’t going to work a long term plan, a call to the rheumatologist led to an appointment at 2:30 PM today.

Basically she feels the lump is a muscle and not a tumor…. (So take that bucket of ice water witch!)

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She gave Meghan an order to rest for a week.  Better than a season!  She also gave a script for PT and a muscle relaxant for a week.  We will reevaluate then…

In the mean time, she is asleep.  Resting with a heating pad.  School tomorrow will be tough, but she will make it.

I got through hours of conferences and stayed alert and awake!

I will find the number and call the coach about swimming.

We will not give up.  But apparently she needs PT AND swimming, not PT OR swimming.  We have time.  Not  a worry.  We will fit that right in.

You know what, it has been a wild two days.  But it could have been a whole lot worse.

Everything with Cowden’s seems to have a sense of urgency.  There is always the “what if…”  Her joints are hypermobile because of the Cowden’s.  She injures easily.  But all that means is we have to teach her to get in control of her body.  So the PT is a have to.  That’s ok.  Could be worse.   Least we love our PTs.

AND… it will be PT AND Swimming.  My girl loves to swim.  And she’s not half bad.

A few readjustments.  A few more bumps in the road.  A few more skipped meals, and some more gray hair.  But it will be OK again.

Cowden’s Syndrome gives us obstacles.  We work around them, through them – whatever is appropriate.  As long as we don’t stop.

And well – if anyone says we can’t… we just melt them.  It’s much quieter now.

Hopefully tomorrow runs smoothly.

But for tonight…

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12 thoughts on ““I’ll get you my pretty…”

  1. “Cowden’s Syndrome gives us obstacles. We work around them, through them – whatever is appropriate. As long as we don’t stop.”
    *
    You know…you spoke to my soul right now with that phrase. It’s so incredible that I’m going to post it on my Twitter account too. Every time when I read your blog…I am saying, “WOW.” Just wow.

    Meghan. You. Your husband.

    Together – you fight Cowden’s Syndrome with strength, love, perseverance, and I’m humbled by your journey. Your strength helps me. It really does.

    Thank you.

  2. WOW indeed…i have no words to comfort you just thoughts and prayers that God and our other meghan will continue to bring you through the storms that are thrown in your path knowing you will deal with them with and never give in to them..xo

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