October 6, 2024 – beatingcowdens

I have found when I am just exasperated by life, I get really quiet. Like hide in a corner, under a table in a dark room kind of quiet.

And if you’ve been looking for me, that’s where I’ve been since mid-August.

Mid- August, about 30 seconds after Meghan’s leg started to feel like it was ok to keep it attached to her body without the need to writhe in agony, is when we went for another one of her PTEN “routine” scans. Except nothing is routine when you have Cowden Syndrome.

So a few hours later when the report posted, we took a gut punch. There were definitely things to be concerned about.

And, when her gynecologist called the next day after reviewing the results it got a little harder to breathe. She said, even though the report suggested a 6 month follow-up, she wanted us to go in 3. And book her with a surgeon for a consult soon.

So we scheduled the follow up sonogram for the day before Thanksgiving. And we scheduled the surgeon(s) for her fall break – Thursday and Friday of this week. We will head into the city on the bus together. Not to see a show, or do some shopping, but rather to get her established at the Perlmutter Cancer Center, and learn our next steps.

Meghan and I have talked at length about the likely next steps. We just need the doctors to weigh in. We are not “getting ahead of ourselves” as some like to suggest. We have read more than our fair shares of scans and reports. We know when something is going south.

And so Meghan headed to her senior year of college in August with the crippling pain of her leg slowly receding, and the epic weight of this new news weighing her down like a stone hung around her neck.

Literally it felt like 30 seconds in between.

My beautiful girl continues to make life happen, she and Ella in their own, well-deserved apartment this year. But it is so hard to be free. It is so difficult to be present with peers who even if well-intentioned could not possibly relate.

My girl continues to interview for Physician Assistant programs and to proceed as if success is inevitable. Even though sleep eludes her. Even though her entire life seems to be in a state of flux.

I think about the people who tell us, alone or together that we should “reach out” when we are overwhelmed. And I wish with every fiber of my soul that instead those people, who are rightfully at a loss for words, would send a simple text to her. One that says you’re not as alone as you feel. One that says, it’s ok to talk to me. I will be here. And even if you can’t talk, even if you can’t form the words, I will keep checking on you. Because even though we are painfully aware everyone has something, sometimes the load is just too epic to carry alone.

When you have a chronic, cancer causing condition, there is always an appointment and a scan. But the longest time, the one that is the hardest and the loneliest, is the wait between scan and plan.

Those are the times where you just cannot focus on anything. That is when you are the most vulnerable and alone.

We’re not high maintenance people. But there is literally no rest for the weary.

We will be headed into the first of those 2 appointments midday on Thursday as we have done all the others – side by side.

Because when we are lonely, lost and overwhelmed we remember that we have each other, and a dad/husband who loves us both with his whole soul.