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I believe…

Published on May 22, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

I believe that there are lessons to be learned from every event in life- especially the ones that don’t turn out like we plan.

I believe in looking for the positives; when plans change without warning, when people disappoint us, when we are thrust onto paths we never wanted to travel and into circles we never knew existed.

I believe that our indoctrination into the world of Rare Diseases came with an invitation to sit back or step forward. We choose to step forward. I believe we will make a difference.

I believe in prayer, and God, and miracles, and angels – and I am not ashamed or embarrassed to say so.

I believe in a God that doesn’t plan for bad things to happen, and who cries with us when they do. I believe that same God will give us the strength to get through the trials and tragedies and all our adversity – if only we ask.

I believe in angels, and speak regularly of my cousin Meghan, our guardian angel. But, I also believe there are armies of angels around us. I am thinking especially today about the father and his 4-year-old daughter that were hit by a fire truck at the same intersection I had my accident in November. Nothing short of angels pulled them both from the car – shaken and banged up, but very much alive.

I believe in miracles-large and small. I have witnessed at least one large one, when my sister’s beautiful niece pulled through a very scary life threatening virus 2 years ago. I believe that miracles happen every day – all around us. But every day I witness miracles, as the flowers bud, and the birds fly, and the children grow.

I believe that adversity can only define us if we let it. Our struggles surely shape us, as we grow each day – but how we handle them affects us, and the people around us. I believe that Cowden’s Syndrome – through my daughter’s diagnosis, saved my life. I believe that PTEN mutations, and broken tumor suppressor genes are scary – but not “hide under the bed” scary. They are more like “you can try that roller coaster you don’t like” scary.

I believe we are allowed to be frustrated and sad and angry and mad. Every single one of us – sometimes. I believe that life can be very, very, very hard. Overwhelming at times. But, I also believe in doing my best to channel that energy, and teaching my daughter to do the same.

I believe in smiling more than frowning. I tell Meghan that she will draw more people to her with a smile on her face. She listens.

I believe that good things can come from unexpected change. New friendships and old ones become more solid when tested. People you never expected can go to bat for you – and look out for you.

I believe in surrounding myself with people who are “real.” Who say what they mean, and mean what they say. I believe in surrounding myself with people who have all types of beliefs, as long as they have a kind heart and are true to themselves.

I believe in speaking out about my own life, and my own experiences; whether they are medical, allergies, emotional, physical because keeping them inside doesn’t help a soul.

I believe writing helps me channel my own energy into a productive outlet. I believe I will spend every day on this earth in some way thinking, addressing, or working through a medical issue for Meghan or I. I believe – if I stay focused it will not consume me. (Although from time to time I may need some help!)

I believe that people who are only in this life to gossip and spread lies and false information are toxic.

I have made a pact to rid my life of toxins. I believe with a lot of determination it can be done!

Keep on, Keeping on!

Published on May 20, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Several months ago I wrote about “The Beginning of the End” Meghan was having trouble keeping us at dancing school. The pain kept getting out in front of her.

https://beatingcowdens.com/2013/03/25/i-fear-this-is-the-beginning-of-the-end/

While in some ways the decrease in stress these last few months, plus the return of Physical Therapy twice a week, have helped her pain – but, it became increasingly evident dance was just not meant to be.

She was sick, and missed class. Then she was hurting, and missed another class. She missed the dress rehearsal and trophy night because she was home from school with a low fever. Always seems to be something.

So as we headed out to “Candyland” yesterday morning, we all knew it would be her last recital. The dancing takes a toll on her joints that it would be foolish to keep repeating. But, that didn’t dampen the mood on the soggy Sunday. Meghan was ready.

We started her day with the electrolytes from Isagenix that help her so much. Then we left her backstage at the theatre with all the other dancers.

It can get long when your dancer is in number 25 in a show of 27 acts, but I find the other dances entertaining, and before we knew it – she was on stage, ready to shine.

There was no pain evident in that body as the rush of being on stage overwhelmed her. She smiled and moved in ways my body just never could – or would.

When I met her at the stage door to bring her to her waiting father and grandparents, I had some flowers in hand for a job well done. She knew this was it for her, but as always – she kept looking forward. “I will get on stage again Mom. Maybe in Junior High, maybe in a theater program. I can’t keep dancing, but I love the stage.”

We took lots of great pictures. We cherished the memories. We enjoyed a nice lunch of Gluten Free pizza.

Yesterday was a rush

Today came the pain. The elbows, the knees. An epsom salt bath, and some relaxation. It helped some, but its hard to tell. She is so used to the pain.

And as she headed to bed, “How many weeks until my swim lessons start?”

Cowden’s Syndrome, you SOB. You may have me exhausted, but you picked a worthy adversary in my girl. She will not go quietly. She WILL win.

“Beatingcowdens” Not just a blog title, but a way of life.

Moving Forward

Published on May 16, 2013May 16, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

May 16th for years has had a special place in my heart.

In 1985 my cousin Meghan was born. I was in the 6th grade and giddy to get to know her. I never could have known at the time that her life would be tragically cut short after a more than 4 year battle with leukemia.

"Angel Meghan" - 1987 — “Angel Meghan” – 1987

Her feisty nature, her smile, her spirit, and her strength have always been an inspiration to me, and it was an honor years later, to be able to name my daughter after the spirited young girl who became an angel at 6 and a half, on my 18th birthday.

My daughter carries so many of the characteristics that endeared my cousin to me. She is the same kind of spirit, who lights up a room, and makes everyone smile by being around them. She endures medical procedures sparsely batting an eye, and accepts the reality of her life with grace.

Last year on May 16th I was at NYU hospital, just 10 weeks after my bilateral mastectomy, undergoing a complete hysterectomy. I knew that day I had the prayers of my family, and the strength of my angel by my side.

I have a “thing” for dates. I remember numbers. Maybe this is how my love of math shows through. I like answers, and things that are absolute, or make some sense. Maybe my recognition of dates, and anniversaries is a way of marking time – or maybe its a way of celebrating. These anniversaries that I remember – some sad, others bittersweet, have shaped me as a person. They are all pieces of that every evolving puzzle.

I thought about the surgery this morning. I thought about it being a full year since all my “girl parts” were officially gone. I thought of the perils of the hysterectomy recovery and how in so many ways this was a tougher surgery for me. Then I thought about my relief, and how much less of a cancer risk I am than I was a year ago. And I got dressed with a smile.

I thought about Angelina Jolie. I thought about how happy I am for her – that she was able to make an empowered decision to get out in front of her breast cancer risk. I thought about how happy I am that she has brought genetic testing into light.

But a few things have really bothered me.

PTEN mutations (Cowden’s Syndrome and the sister disorders) carry with them the same imminent breast cancer risk. I myself had been tested for BRCA1 years before I ever knew of PTEN. I was negative. The genetic counselor who tested me did not even have PTEN on her radar screen. I know its rare – I do. But I have to believe this is the opportune time to at least educate the medical professionals, if not the public, on the reality that there are other genetic mutations that carry imminent cancer risks. I am sure there are more that I haven’t learned about yet. Let’s use this opportunity to raise awareness not only of the “popular” genetic mutations, but of the others as well. Had my daughter never been diagnosed, by the well educated geneticist – it is likely I would not be here to write this today.

I am also bothered by the haters. You know the haters. The “Monday morning quarterbacks.”

They have crept out in quantity and I have a few words for them too.

BUTT OUT!

If you don’t like the idea of a prophylactic mastectomy – then don’t have one. Plain and simple.

If you don’t like the idea of a complete hysterectomy at 38 because the alternative was 4x a year – yes you read that right- 4x a year SURGICAL uterine biopsies, then don’t have one.

When you live with the Sword of Damocles hanging above your head every day, when you have to go about your business, and work, and raise a child, and pay bills, and shop and function with the feeling of impending doom that is sometimes hard to shake – when you have a diagnosis of a genetic mutation that is not going away no matter what you do. Then, maybe then you and I can talk.

Until then, wish Angelina a good long healthy life. Look up “genetic mutations that cause cancer” or “The Global Genes Project” or “The National Association for Rare Disorders.” Get a feel for what we go through every single day of our lives.

You probably wouldn’t know us if you passed us on the street. We are some of the strongest and bravest and smartest people you will ever lay eyes on. We stop and smell the roses. We hug. We smile. We laugh. We get how fleeting life is.

May 16th will always be a significant day for me.

But, moving forward -so will every day. The first year is over. Now on with the rest of our lives!

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In case you are interested…

http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/a+sword+of+Damocles+hangs+over+head (Sword of Damocles)

http://globalgenes.org/ (Global Genes Project)

http://www.rarediseases.org/ (National Association of Rare Disorders)

https://www.facebook.com/ptenworld?fref=ts (Facebook Page for PTEN world)

Prophylactic Bilateral Mastectomy – Not just for the movie stars

Published on May 14, 2013May 14, 2013 by beatingcowdens8 Comments

I have been busy this week – working a on a few new projects. Trying to find some distracting hobbies. I need a few things to every once in the while take the focus off the imminent cancer risks plaguing Meghan and I every second of every day.

So, I started talking a lot about Isagenix, the product that did so much to give my husband back his health, and to help him lose over 30 pounds in the process.

This week I have signed up four friends to try to get healthy with Isagenix, and I feel good about advocating a high quality product.

http://meghanleigh8903.isagenix.com/us/en/landing_cfl.html#

This week involved hosting an anniversary party for two overly deserving parents. It also involved some run of the mill nonsense – dealing with ridiculous medical bills and the like, from people who will never “get” what it means to have to spend every day of your life out in front of a chronic, potentially life threatening rare disease, PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome – or Cowden’s Syndrome, as we usually refer to it.

I do my best every day, to raise awareness of what it is like to live with a rare disease, a genetic mutation that predisposes my daughter and I to so many cancers. I do my best, wearing proudly our denim ribbon, and sharing ribbons with friends and family, to educate the community on our, and other Rare Diseases.

Now, I know its slow going, but I am confident that more people in our community have heard about Cowden’s Syndrome than just a year ago. Of that I am sure. And we will continue our grassroots effort – one person at a time. Until hopefully, one day everyone will know of the “Global Genes Project,” and the 7.000+ Rare Diseases besides ours that are out there.

Today I sat down at a scoring site for the State Math Exam, and two girls I never met before feverishly gushed over the bravery of Angelina Jolie. Having heard nothing of the story, I asked what all the fuss was about.

“She had a preventative double mastectomy because she has a gene that makes it more than 80% likely she will get breast cancer. She is so brave!”

I smiled in spite of myself. I smiled in spite of the irony that had me wearing the T shirt “Yes, these are fake – the real ones tried to kill me!”

I smiled because I thought it was great that Angelina was well and had gone public.

“You know she decreased her breast cancer risk to under 5% now? She is so brave! I can’t imagine anyone doing that!”

I still kept quiet. I quickly checked my Emails to reveal that the blogs I follow regularly were all over the Aneglina story and had eloquently covered it. I listened some more.

Finally, almost on cue, they got bored with their story and asked me about my necklace – the denim ribbon.

I told them I my daughter and I had a rare genetic disease. That the denim ribbon was the symbol for rare and genetic disorders. They asked what the name of it was. So as I identified “Cowden’s Syndrome,” the expected reply was given. “I haven’t heard of that.”

“Well,” in my most succinct conversational tone, “PTEN is a gene that stops tumor growth. Ours is broken so we are more likely to get cancerous and non cancerous tumors all over our bodies. Especially in the breast, thyroid, and uterus.”

“YOU MEAN YOU HAVE THE SAME GENE BROKEN AS ANGELINA JOLIE???”

(Having not fully read any article I quick double checked my suspicions and confirmed,) “No, she has a mutation on the BRCA1 gene. My daughter and I have the same 85% risk of breast cancer, as well as countless other elevated cancer risks.”

“Well if you ever have to get a mastectomy at least you’ll know Angelina did it.”

You know I never much followed the stars. And I am so grateful for Angelina Jolie for being brave and going public. But there is so much more people need to learn. Nothing comes in neat little packages. Nothing.

I stretched out my shirt so they could read. “Yes – they’re fake , the real ones tried to kill me!”

“I had my double mastectomy. Last year. They found cancer. And I am ok. Genetic mutations aren’t just for movie stars. Bravery isn’t just for those who have wealth and power. There are more of us than you think.”

I was grateful when the tests arrived at the table. It changed the conversation. People don’t want to talk about cancer. Especially not young women with genetically caused cancer. It makes them uncomfortable.

I am glad Angelina Jolie went public. I just wish the public would open their eyes to the realities that are undoubtedly right next to them every single day. It doesn’t take a star. Just a conversation.

Let’s talk. Let’s listen. Let’s learn. We can save lives.

“Count Your Many Blessings…”

Published on May 12, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

“Count your many blessings, count them one by one. Count your many blessings see what God has done…”

The song has been stuck in my head all afternoon. I remember as a youth singing the song in church. I must have sung it plenty of times, because the lyrics are stuck in my subconscious. And, as things int he subconscious tend to do – they often pop out at just the right time.

A busy weekend full of blessings.

Saturday we celebrated the anniversary of my Mom and StepDad. 25 years is quite a milestone, and we were so thrilled to celebrate with family and a few dear friends.

What a blessing that among the guests we had Grandma and Pop, and Grandma Hansen. Although we missed Grandpa Hansen we were so thrilled to count our blessings together.

Mother’s Day morning I woke alongside my awesome husband. I was greeted by my beautiful daughter and lots of hugs and kisses. Some hand made cards, and a few nice gifts and we were off to church.

We traveled after church. to visit with Felix’s Mom and Dad. We endured the (It could have been worse) Belt Parkway and spent some time with his parents, sister and nephew. Felix’s Grandma passed away just a few short months ago, so this day was especially difficult for his Mom who was very close to her Mom.

On the return trip we make a quick visit to my mom and got to see the grandparents again. How many 39 year olds can kiss a few Grandmothers on Mother’s Day?

How lucky am I to hug my Mother – a feisty lovable survivor of cancer and life? How blessed am I to have her in my life -by my side?

As we headed home, absolutely exhausted. That song started in my head.

“Count your many blessings…”

I thought of the friends I have who are desperate to be mothers. The friends who had to struggle to have the children they have. The friends who have miscarried, and friends whose young children live in Heaven. I thought about friends who miss their Moms, whose hearts ache every day at the loss – whether it was last week or a decade or more ago. I thought about my friends who never got the years with their grandparents that I have had.

Shame on me for feeling tired. How lucky am I to need a list to shop for Mother’s Day Cards? How fortunate am I to have so much visiting to do that I can sparsely fit it all in?

One might think Mother’s Day is for relaxing – or spending quiet time alone. But, I am aware that those years will come all too soon. For now – let me run, and visit, and hug and chat. Let me relish the moments in a life that is fleeting.

I kissed my little girl tonight. I held her almost 5 foot frame and cuddled her as best I could.

She won’t be in school tomorrow. A rampant virus, and her rotten immune system are not a good match. She won’t plant with her science class the way she likes to. She won’t play in the yard with her friends.

Tomorrow will be yet another day in the complicated life of a little girl with a multifaceted Rare Disease. A day of differences and disappointments. A day she will handle with the same graceful smile she uses for every other aspect of her life.

My daughter is the one who reminds me to count my blessings.

And, oh do I have many!

Puzzle Piece

Published on May 9, 2013May 10, 2013 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

I remember being much younger and loving puzzles. We would set them out on the table at home and everyone would take some time trying to get it going. They were big and had lots of pieces and were often slow going at first. Everything looked the same, and sometimes it could take hours to fit in a few pieces.

Then, over the next few days, and sometimes weeks, with everyone taking a turn, slowly the picture would start to take shape and the puzzle would come together. It was always so exciting once you could make out the features, and so much easier to plug in the missing pieces.

I remember the feeling of satisfaction as one would be completed. There was something especially gratifying about those last few pieces. It was that feeling of satisfaction. We set out minds to this. It took a few of us, but we got it done. We figured it out – together.

By now you can probably see where I am going with this.

Today marks one year since I wrote my first blog post in 2012.

In one year the posts I have written have been read over 30,000 times. People have stopped by to read some – or all of our journey with Cowden’s Syndrome.

I have met other Cowden’s Sufferers through this blog, and on the internet. I have received messages, and corresponded with quite a few. I have learned their stories, and heard about their puzzles.

I have also “met” a few with other puzzling disorders,figuring life out and getting by one day at a time.

I am ~~sometimes~~ forever humbled, and amazed by the odd and abstract idea that people who I don’t know have gotten to know us, and used us as pieces to help complete their own puzzles.

I noticed a link on my blog today from “pinterest.” Having never been to the website, I clicked the link to find a picture of my family. http://pinterest.com/pin/290974825894950598/

I was pleased that it was used in its proper context, and was mentioned in terms of rare diseases. But, I was still amazed. Someone had read, and linked, and…

Well, the possibilities are endless. Thank goodness for the internet.

Where else would I meet people from all over the world,. and swap stories about a genetic disorder with an occurence rate of 1 in 200,000? Where else would I find organizations like

PTEN World https://www.facebook.com/ptenworld?fref=ts

The Global Genes Project https://www.facebook.com/globalgenesproject?fref=ts

This last year of blogging has been an awakening for me. It has opened my eyes to so many other people, their stories, and the world at my fingertips. Since our diagnosis in the fall of 2011 it has become so important to become aware, to gain support, to advocate for others, and for ourselves.

I remember working on puzzles as a little girl. I remember that feeling of satisfaction when the puzzle was complete and the picture was clear.

I don’t do those kind of puzzles anymore.

Now I figure out how to prepare 2,000 denim ribbons and get them distributed on time for Rare Disease Day.

Now I work on helping my girl find her place in this world – trying to be a “regular” kid, yet undergoing so many more stressors than any 9 year old should.

I work on puzzles that lead us from one doctor to another, dropping them like leaves off the trees on a fall day.

I work on puzzling questions, and I persist until I get answers.

I get overwhelmed sometimes – looking for the pieces I can’t seem to find.

Sometimes I want the puzzle to have its edges all done, the way I learned. I want it to be neat. I would like all the matching colors to go together

But, that isn’t how life is designed to be. Not with Cowden’s Syndrome.

Not for any of us really.

Maybe it’s not a puzzle – but more of a domino game… branching off in so many different directions. Occasionally stopped by a dead end – only to find another path.

Or maybe it’s just a puzzle of an “atypical” sort. Not one that actually fits in a box. One that requires patience, time, dedication and focus.

In front of me tonight are 22 pages of blood work drawn on my daughter over the last month. There are some definite issues. My phone consult with her doctor is a week away. In the mean time I am left to try to put it together the best way that I can.

I handle each piece delicately, gingerly. I don’t want to damage anything, or miss anything either.

There is no picture, no model to duplicate. There are no directions. No guide. Just instincts. Prayer. Love and support of friends far and near.

Tonight I will study until I can figure out one more piece. Then there will be tomorrow.

The journey is long. The puzzle evolves. I am not going anywhere.

Thanks for sticking around.

Bathing suits and other insecurities…

Published on May 6, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

Coming into a year of blogging, with just a few more early memories.

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Some days I forget. I really do. Some days the thought that I had my boobs cut off and replaced with these round silicone implants doesn’t even cross my mind. Then, there are other days.

This morning I took a shower. Not a rare occurence, but maybe it was rare that I wasn’t late. That I had time to really look at things. So I looked in the mirror. First, at the small hysterectomy scars that are healing quite nicely. (While I still have ISSUES with whatever is provoking the NEVER – ENDING bleeding inside, the outside scars look great.)

Then, I looked up. Staring me right in the face were these perfectly round circles where my boobs used to be.

There is a scar across each one. No nipple on ether. There is also the most bizarre indentation under my arm on both sides. I looked at it for a while. Then I…

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Collateral Damage

Published on May 4, 2013May 4, 2013 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

In regard to surgery and absences – this year has been much better for both of us… Maybe some things are looking up. (Published June 8,2012)

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Collateral damageoccurs when something incidental to the intended target is damaged during an attack. (Wikipedia)

I don’t think it’s far-fetched toequate Cowden’s Syndrome to a war.

Our bodies are under attack. This PTEN (tumor suppressor gene) is broken, and we are being bombarded with cellular overgrowth in the form of all sorts of tumors – benign and malignant.

We spend our days, (and some of our nights) strategizing on how to prevent, fight, or get rid of these tumors.

It can be an all-consuming job.

When we have to have the tumors removed there is the recovery time, which can seem endless. The battle scars, which forever change the landscape of our bodies also take some getting used to.

There is the financial drain, from lost wages, and the endless battles of medical bills are a war onto themselves.

There is…

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“You are Special – You are 1 in 200,000”

Published on May 3, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

As the trip down Memory Lane continues… not much has changed. I guess this is part of Cowden’s being “forever.” This is from May 14, 2012.

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My daughter gave me a button for Mother’s Day. She made it in school. It says “You are Special” on the front, and then on the back it says “You are 1 in 200,000.” Decorated with the obligatory hearts, she had made her point. Even in school, creating this “fun” assignment – she remembers. I can call it “unique,” “special,” and all sorts of motherly words. But she knows what it means. It means different.

She and I may be the same – in many ways, but not her friends. She can not ask her friends if their breasts hurt as they begin to develop at 8… because in reality she is different in this too. At 8 and a half she stands just shy of 4 foot 9. She weighs 73 pounds and wears a woman’s size 5.5 shoe. All sorts of wild things are happening to her body…

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History – Where it all began

Published on May 1, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

Yep. That’s what it is. It’s history. The story of our lives for the past year. It started in a small blog I shared only with a few friends. It blossomed into a WordPress blog with 50 followers, and a Facebook group with over 225.

I am humbled really – that anyone is even interested in our story.

I am grateful and excited for what we are doing to raise awareness of rare diseases like our Cowden’s Syndrome.

I wrote my very first blog post on May 9th of 2012.

Very few of you were with me then – but this is where it all began.

For the next two weeks I plan to “replay” some of my favorite/most informative blogs from the early days.

Hope my nostalgia doesn’t drive anyone away!

CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW FOR A TRIP BACK TO MAY OF 2012!

https://beatingcowdens.com/2012/05/09/