This is technically our 14th “Rare Disease Day,” since our PTEN diagnoses came in the fall of 2011, but if I am fair, the entirety of 2012 was such a blur that I feel like this is more like the 13th year we were consciously aware that “Rare Disease Day” is annually celebrated on the last day in February.
If you search the files of this blog you will find that in 2014 we did some Rare Disease outreach at my school, and in February of 2015, 2016 and 2017 we held successful fundraisers for the PTEN foundation that supports our own rare disease PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome, or Cowden Syndrome as it is often called.
We ran one more fundraiser in October of 2018. Then we stopped hosting.
It was not for lack of desire. But, rather for the difficulty that came with filling the room. Rare Diseases, if you are lucky, (yes, read that again) are also chronic. And people have lives and experiences and other things to tend to besides annual events for what was going to be a fact of our lives.
And, truth be told at an average of one or more surgeries each year, things got tricky to manage on our end too.
“Let us know if we can help,” became a most cringeworthy phrase as I retreated into a deep hole of survival, fight or flight, and often downright depression. How could I pick up a phone if I sometimes struggled to pick up my head? And could I expect people to keep showing up when the story was the same? The times in between surgeries were sometimes even worse. The anticipation of an appointment. The worry about the next scan. I often didn’t want to hear me speak.
Tumor, surgery, pain, isolation, therapy, recovery. All heavy. All the time.
It’s been over 6 years since that last fundraiser. I sometimes feel guilty. Then I force myself to feel proud of what we were able to do when we could.
More times than not this journey has felt like climbing one of those rock walls. Except a real one. Where hanging on was literally for dear life, and the harness was hard to find.
This last year has tested Meghan and I, and Felix as well. It has tested relationships in all of our lives. Her surgery in June of 2024, well documented here was by far the one that was the most traumatic for me. If I close my eyes at just the wrong time I can still hear her screaming during the longest hospital stay in over a decade. The physical pain has been hers to manage, and she does so in ways that consistently blow me away. The emotional pain, of watching your child suffer… that one is a special kind of hell. If you know, you know. And if you don’t, I will never wish it on you.
The double mastectomy, just barely 2 months ago, was well documented as a necessary move on that 9 page pathology report. PTEN patients have a 91% lifetime occurrence of breast cancer, and my PTEN kiddo was able to couple that risk with 2 first degree relatives, her grandmother at 48, and her mother at 38. My daughter is a smart, focused, brave, and driven woman. This one is a different kind of recovery, one where the physical pain is less but the emotional upheaval of adjusting to your new body at the age of 21 is very real. Scars take time to go down. Things take time to settle. But, waiting in and of itself can be torture.
Ours is just one PTEN story, of the 1 in 200,000 people across the globe diagnosed with a PTEN mutation and the effects of the mutation in each body run a wide gamut. Rare diseases are generally underserved because studying us is time consuming. Massive cuts are a reality and we are not a priority. The PTEN family lost our brightest advocate Dr. Charis Eng in August of 2024 and all of the PTEN foundations across the globe despite obstacles, continue to press on with urgency, in her honor and for the betterment of us all.
Ours is just one rare disease story. You know people with rare diseases. You may even be one of them. I have learned more about rare diseases since our diagnoses. I know the names of syndromes, and most importantly the people behind the stories.
This year on Rare Disease Day, when we are asked to #ShowYourStripes, tell your story. And, if you don’t have a story to tell, reach out and let someone tell theirs.
Alone we are rare. Together we are 300 MILLION strong. And we matter.
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