You Can’t Have a Rainbow Without a Little Rain

rainbow rain

As a young child a can remember hearing stories of rainbows in Sunday School.

This week I needed lots of reminders that I am not alone.  God keeps His promises.

Yesterday we saw Endocrinology at MSKCC in NYC.  They spent an hour and ten minutes preforming a detailed sonogram of Meghan’s thyroid.  She was an angel – calm and patient.  I watched the whole thing, uncomfortable with how much I am able to see on an ultrasound now.  The things we learn through repetition.

It was obvious to me that the many nodules – well over 10 – are still there.  At least three are quite large.  I watched as they were measured, and my “numbers” brain frantically tried to recall the stats from December that had led us to January’s biopsy.

We spent an hour waiting on the ninth floor, the pediatric cancer unit.  And as I have said before, and I will say again, if you ever need to count your blessings, I mean truly count them, I strongly suggest you swing by there.

rainbow not thunderstorm

Meghan played on her iPad as I watched.  Chemo pumps beeping.  Children from 2 to 20, some seasoned veterans, some terrified newcomers, attached as the poison to kill the evil cells drips into their body.  Some sleeping, some resting, some running.  And their parents. Dark eyes.  Worry.  Terror.  Fake smiles.  Bitten up coffee cups.  “Count your many blessings count them one by one…”

“Mom, I am not scared of thyroid cancer.  I am only scared if they don’t catch it early enough.”  I knew what she meant. She went back to playing.

In the doctor’s office there was a moment for us to be relieved, kind of.  The nodules are slightly larger, but are growing slowly.  They are still in that same “precancerous” state, but we are not in imminent danger.  No biopsy right now.  We get at  least another 6 months out of the thyroid.

Then there were the other conversations.  The ones about hormone levels that won’t regulate on lab work.  The MRI that showed a pituitary “diminutive in size.”  The inconsistencies of these tests with her current development.  The statement from the endocrinologist that this lab test (having already been repeated 4 times,) “defies human physiology.”

Yeah, and…

So he drew the labs again.  This time at “his” lab.  And a thyroid panel, and a few other things.

He’ll call me Monday.  Then I will find out more about “human physiology.”

At swim practice last night I met a mom.  She has an only child too, just about Meghan’s age.  And she is BRCA positive. So, after a day of doctors, somehow we were placed in each other’s path last night.  And, I had conversations with a virtual stranger that I probably haven’t had with some of my closest friends.  There are no coincidences.  Of this I am sure.

And this morning – barely able to move from stress and fatigue, salivating for a day of “vacation,”  we dragged ourselves out of bed again.

rainbow snoopy

I packed the bags – always bringing lunch and a few snacks, and we headed out – a little later than I wanted.  As I crossed the bridge I had the sinking feeling that I didn’t have my wallet.  Back across the bridge.  Back home.  Back out.  An accident on the FDR assured me that I couldn’t use the $14 parking coupon I had printed.  Into the $42 lot we went. We made it into the office at 10:03.

The vascular surgeon is uptown.  He has been inside of Meghan’s knee 4 times, so he knows her well.  This time we had less overall pain to report.  But, of course he never felt the pain was connected to the AVM anyway.  So I recounted tales from her PT evaluator, and her swim instructor about how difficult it is for her to run without limping, or to push off to start a race from the block  I had his attention.  The legs have different girth.  The left is undoubtedly stronger then the right, having been spared the AVM.  Do you take her for PT he asked?  Um… constantly.

Fortunately we love Dr. Jill!

We took her out of soccer and dance and put her in swimming.  There isn’t much else we can do.

Oh, and could you look at her wrist?  The one she hurt at the school carnival almost 4 weeks ago.  She was victorious at her quest to climb the rock wall.  Stubborn, competitive child.  But has paid the price since.

For a few days I told her to suck it up.  I admit it.  But it kept going.  Knowing Meghan as I do, she will keep me abreast of every pain – but the SECOND it stops, its like it never happened.  This one wasn’t quitting.  Dr. Jill helped us.  We tried a brace. Then another one.  Then no brace.  No better.

So as I watched the doctor manipulate her wrist I couldn’t help but remember my frustration the day after the carnival, when all of her friends walked around unscathed, and she suffered terribly with pain all over.  I remember thinking how cruel it was that she had to make a conscious decision to suffer in agony the next day – if she wanted to keep up with her friends.

He examined it for what seemed like forever.  Then he asked me who my orthopedist was.  I laughed out loud.  The one subspecialty we have NOT found – is pediatric orthopedics.  So he asked if she had a rheumatologist.  I said we were headed there July 9th.  He said try to move it up, and call him after I saw her.  She needs and MRI of that wrist.

“I don’t think it’s vascular…”  And after that we will get one of the knee – just to be safe.

There went two more days off the summer calendar.

40 blocks away was the geneticist.  He is the one we credit with saving my life.  And I credit the angels with placing him in our path two years ago.

We spoke at length.  He has more questions.  More research.  He has a theory.  He will call me.  He will send me the articles.  The conversation lasted an hour.  He is brilliant.

She hugged him and told him she wants to be a geneticist.  We have a friend for life.

The people training on the  new teacher evaluation system in NYC frequently declare “This is going to create more questions than answers.”  I don’t know why I find the system to be perplexing.  I should be used to it by now.

It rained tonight.  Thundershowers.  They have been happening a lot lately.  Maybe I need a lot of reminding.  The rainbows are there.  The promise remains.  Nothing happens by accident.  God’s timing is perfect.

6/28/13
6/28/13

6 thoughts on “You Can’t Have a Rainbow Without a Little Rain

  1. I agree with you. There are no coincidences. Unknown forces put us on each other’s path. Opening up to you about my own struggle was just what I needed. I hope I can help you as well in any way I can.

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