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“What are you celebrating?”

Published on January 20, 2013January 20, 2013 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

I am awake earlier than the rest of my family. My big dog took a container of Meghan’s gluten, dairy, soy free chocolate chip cookies off the counter last night while we were out. I think she will be fine. She just had her second dose of activated charcoal, and she seems to be resting comfortably. But. EVERYONE knows who the Mom is when they are sick – so she and I BOTH had a long night. (and I am sending her Daddy out to clean the yard! :-))

Allie - The Cookie Monster — Allie – The Cookie Monster

Last night we headed to Manhattan where we celebrated Felix’s sister’s 50th birthday. It was a crowded room, and although the food was quite good, I had a tough time being so cramped in. My little girl, as usual amazed me with her calm, patience, and poise. I asked her before we left of she wanted me to ask the restaurant to cook for her. She said she wanted me to pack her dinner. She doesn’t trust very many places to “get it right,” and she did not want a belly ache.

So. she put on her fancy dress. The one she is so EXCITED to wear to the Father/Daughter dance hosted by her school Monday night. I put her hair up and stepped back. This child has always been mature beyond her years, but when did her body start to catch up?

We sat, for a few hours. There was minimal time to walk around, but when she did get to talk she vibrantly retold the story of how she lost her last baby tooth, and the Tooth Fairy left her $20 and a Tigger pin! Way to clean up on the last tooth, None of the others were worth that much!

Magic. She brings it back into our lives. She rounds out her father and I. She is a princess. Yes, she has just about everything she has ever asked us for, but she has a whole lot more. She has compassion, patience, maturity, and wisdom. She has kindness and generosity. She takes pleasure out of making people happy.

My mother always said, “Children should be spoiled, just not spoiled rotten.” Doing our best Mom. It seems to be working out ok.

Before I started writing this, I was searching the Disney website. I was playing around with prices for a summer trip. We have taken Meghan to Disney in August (usually for her birthday) every year since she turned 5. My house has photos in every room that remind us of our adventures. We have had the happiest of times at Disney. We enjoy each other. And, I have to say, the year my parents joined us, was one of the best vacations.

We started going to Disney because of their accommodations for allergies. It is almost impossible to maintain a gluten, dairy, and soy free diet for a week without staff trained to take every allergy very seriously. And while we struggled a bit last year to find “quick service” food for her, on the whole we have had only positive things to say about our Disney dining experiences. When you have a child with allergies, you plan your trips a little differently. Everything else falls into place, AFTER you know they will be well fed.

Disney also accommodates her chronic joint pain. Even with the Celebrex she could not endure the miles of walking we do each day. She travels Disney – walking some, but spending the majority of her day in a portable wheelchair. We always get a room on the first floor to avoid extra steps, and in the event those knees give out, every park has everything from Advil to heating pads to help with the pain.

Not to mention the Magic. I believe in the wonders of Disney. I believe in the smiles of hugging Chip and Dale, and Mickey and Minnie, and all their friends. I believe in the smiles on my girl’s face. I believe in the memories we are making – that no one can ever take from us.

So, this morning when I ran the prices of the trip through the computer I choked a little. It, like everything else, has gone up a good deal since last year. And, for a brief second the thought of not going crossed my mind.

I mean, the deck needs major work, we still haven’t finished the upstairs. There are plans for the basement to be redone, and the backyard needs help. What about that awning for the blistering sun in our back yard. Plus, this year forced us into a new car, braces….

Then I saw the question in the corner of their website. It said, quite simply, “What are you celebrating?”

Well, that did it. We are celebrating all right. We are celebrating Meghan’s negative biopsy. We are celebrating the knowledge we have gained from our Cowden’s Syndrome diagnoses, and the ability to “strike first.” We are celebrating that after a long stretch of studying, they offered the Electrical licensing Exam, and Felix passed part one on his first try. We are celebrating the love of friends, the kindness of stangers, and the compassionate heart of my little girl. We are celebrating the power of God and the Holy Spirit to lead us to a place we worship together as a family each Sunday. We are celebrating “more birthdays” as Meghan will turn 10 and Felix 40 during that hot August vacation. And I could go on and on with the thoughts that flooded my head in reply to that simple question.

So today I will finalize our trip. I will be sure to get “trip insurance” in case life tosses us any more curve balls between now and then. We may not finish all the projects around the house this year either. But we have lived here for 12 years now, and its a pretty nice place to be. The projects, the bills – they will get paid for and finished.

The magic may not last forever. We have learned as a family to stop and enjoy the ride. We are celebrating our countless blessings. God is good. Life is good. Family vacations are worth celebrating.

Prayer Circle

Published on January 7, 2013January 7, 2013 by beatingcowdens14 Comments

There are a lot of people who pray for Meghan. And we are grateful for every single one of them. But, there are a special group of ladies…

Well, between them they have 9 children – 3 each. They all have incredibly busy lives, and all of our lives connected some years ago. We don’t see each other all that often, and rarely in the same place, but they are my prayer group of sorts. Our children are connected, in a bunch of different ways. Our lives are intertwined, and we have vowed to support each other.

We all seem to share the belief that –

And, with that belief comes responsibility.

So, they were among the first people I shared my blog with in its infancy last year. They are the ones I turn to and say… lift this up… PLEASE, and without fail it is done. And they do the same for me. We all pray fervently for each other. For friends, and family. For people we know well, and for people we haven’t met, and for people we may never meet.

We pray because we believe it works.

We pray because we have seen it work.

Last spring when my sister’s dear niece was knocking on death’s door – felled by a virus of unimaginable strength, we (along with countless others) prayed. And we witnessed nothing short of a miracle.

The day of my mastectomy, wracked with fear – terror actually – my cell phone rang as I was checking into the hospital. My brother-in-law, a Lutheran minister was on the phone at 6AM, ready to pray with me. As the tears rushed down my face I felt the calm envelop me.

Prayer is powerful.

But, it doesn’t always take worry away.

So tonight, as I struggle to sleep, I will think of them with gratitude. I will also think of the countless others – those we know and those we don’t, who are lifting my little girl up in prayer.

Tomorrow we go for the biopsy. Then we wait. I am not sure which part we will need your prayers for most. But, please – whatever you believe, remember us this week…

No such thing as coincidence

Published on January 6, 2013January 6, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

I woke up this morning earlier than normal, and that is not like me. Worry had taken its toll on me through the night. I was up and showered with plenty of time to get Meghan to Sunday School.

She woke up sore and stiff – some combination of a difficult swim class, and her body’s realization that it had been two days without Celebrex. That is her “wonder drug,” the one that keeps her moving pain free. She needs to be off of it until it is determined if she will need thyroid surgery. The pain will progress.

Still, determined, she struggled through getting dressed and found her smile before heading out the door. She looks forward to church – the lessons, the children, the teachers. She adores them all.

As I headed home to wait out her class I heard a song on the radio that I have heard many times before, but today Matthew West‘s “Strong Enough” spoke to my heart.

If you don’t know the song, its worth listening to, but some of the words that spoke to me; “I know I’m not strong enough to be everything that I am supposed to be. I give up. I’m not strong enough… Hands of mercy won’t you cover me, Lord right now I’m askign you to be Strong Enough for the both of us…”

Tears streaming down my face I headed home. I am always thankful and amazed when the song I “need” hits at exactly the right time.

As Felix and I headed back for the 11 AM service I reflected on the week in front of us. The biopsy looms large. The results even larger. Sandwiched in between is an appointment for my spleen. Busy week for the Ortegas and their ever troubled organs.

I had Emailed the pastors to let them know of Meghan’s biopsy. They have done such a wonderful job helping us feel at home, even as we are technically “guests,” that they have made it known to us they appreciate being kept “in the loop.”

This morning during Church I was introduced to a Moravian Custom. Appranetly early in the year everyone chooses a scripture verse from a large basket. They called it, jokingly,” Fortune Cookies, Moravian style.”

We were told that this passage would be our “watchword” for the year, and that we would would see God’s work in our lives through the scripture.

I said a quick prayer to God to send us something good.

As usual, He did not disappoint.

For Meghan – Hebrews 11:1 – “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” For my Meghan, a verse to define the abstract “faith” that yielded lots of good discussion today.

For Felix, a verse from Job 37:5 “God thunders wondrously with His voice. He does great things we can not comprehend.” A reminder to the strength of our family, from Job who suffered so.

For me, Psalm 116:2 – “What shall I return to the Lord for all His bounty to me?” The reminder to continue to “Pay it Forward,” and to remember even on the tough days, I am so blessed.

The prayers of the church lifted up my little girl, and she sighed. So pleased to know the larger community sees her needs. She has such a long prayer list of her own, that to be remembered and prayed for clearly touched her soul.

I left church to a hug from the pastor, who is also a mom. As I looked into her eyes no words were needed, and meaning was clearly conveyed.

Despite our rough times… God is good to us.

I heard the Matthew West song again today. I didn’t cry this time. I just took a deep breath. “I don’t have to be Strong Enough….”

There are no coincidences. Only the hand of God through the power of the Holy Spirit, ready with exactly what we need, when we need it. Truly amazing.

God’s got us covered.

By this time Tuesday we will be awaiting results.

Waiting…

Published on January 2, 2013January 2, 2013 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

I am waiting.

Still.

I am tired.

I am angry.

I purposefully picked the best hospitals.

I searched out the best doctors.

My goal was to avoid useless waiting.

Instead I spend days at a time looking at my phone.

Waiting for it to ring.

I think my new case has marks from the imprints of my hands.

I don’t know what I want… but I want to get out of “the waiting place.” I spend too much time here and its unhealthy.

An excerpt from one of my favorite Dr. Seuss books, "Oh the Places You'll go!" — An excerpt from one of my favorite Dr. Seuss books, “Oh the Places You’ll go!”

Thursday they said the biopsy should be scheduled by Friday or Monday. It’s Weds. at 7:30 PM. No worries. I have called. It didn’t help.

It’s a small nodule, the one they are concerned about. It is less than 2cm. But, excuse me for being anxious -even 10 year survival rates of about 95% serve as little consolation when the numbers refer to your little girl.

And what about my damned spleen? Clearly not a medical emergency, but the holidays messed with the waiting there too. I was told 9 days after they received the CD of my sonogram that it was blank. Really? 9 days? No word back from them about a plan either. I especially loved the part right before Christmas when my oncologist told me hamartomas are “almost always benign.” Great. See, prior to that conversation, I thought they were ALWAYS benign! UGH!

I am trying. And I will be fine. I guess some days I am allowed to be tired and grumpy like the rest of the world. As long as I remember…

Better get some loud music and another glass of wine. I think I need to dance the wait away!

Lessons Learned in 2012

Published on December 31, 2012December 31, 2012 by beatingcowdens9 Comments

What a year! Just months after our diagnosis of Cowden’s Syndrome in the fall of 2011, Meghan and I took on 2012 completely unsure what to expect. As a matter of fact this very week last year, I was anxiously awaiting word on her thyroid biopsy slides that I had had transferred to a new hospital. Ironic that I sit tonight, waiting to hear when the next thyroid biopsy will be. The more things change…

In 2012…

I lost the ability to say, “I can’t.” Instead I gained “Nerves of Steel” attacking this syndrome head on.

I lost my self pity and gained determination watching my daughter start her own awareness campaigns.

I lost my fear of driving on highways and in big cities. Now I navigate NYC like a (cautious) professional, and even venture to hospitals in NJ and Boston.

I lost my fear of ridiculously large medical bills. Instead I get to them when I can, knowing in most cases they are fortunately not mine to pay anyway.

I lost about 3 more sizes, and have finally settled into clothes that fit.

I lost my muscle tone, as wild days kept exercising at bay.

I lost sleep, and more of my brown hair to gray as worrying kept me up many nights.

I lost my breasts in a bilateral mastectomy, but replaced them with perky new silicone ones, and with that…

I lost my fear of breast cancer and those ridiculous breast MRIs!

I lost my feeling of loneliness after my surgery when I got to spend a week chatting it up with my Mom.

I lost some of my close friends, who understandably tire of hearing me repeat the same stories without resolution, but I gained an incredible online support “family,” through Facebook, through PTEN world, and through my blog.

I lost that sense that we are alone at this battle against Cowden’s Syndrome, and I gained a deeper appreciation for the friends that call, message, and connect me to organizations like NORD, and the Global Genes Project.

I lost my uterus, and my ovaries, but I was done with them anyway, and I gained permanent birth control and instant hot flashes!

I lost one of my Grandpas who I know I was so lucky to have for so long, but whose loss is felt deeply.

I lost my old cell phone, and finally traded it in for a “smart” phone.

I lost my old church, for reasons that still break my heart, but my family has been welcomed home at a new church where we are still marveling in God’s mercy and grace.

I lost my negative attitude about Staten Islanders when I watched my friends and neighbors rally to help the victims of “Superstorm Sandy.”

I lost my car in a ridiculous accident, but this week replaced it with a 2013 Hyundai Sonata.

I lost the way I sometimes took my grandparents for granted after Grandma Edith fell this fall. I always loved them with all my heart, but I will remember how lucky I am each and every day.

Family shot in front of the New Year's Eve Ball. — Family shot in front of the New Year’s Eve Ball.

In 2012 I gained tools I will use every day as I move forward.

I gained…

Determination – that we will beat this!

Focus- on what matters most.

Perspective- that everyone suffers.

Forgiveness- because negativity hurts me more than them.

Gratitude- for the kindness of family, friends, and strangers.

Compassion- as I watched my little girl continuously open her heart to others.

2012 had plenty of hard times, but like my car, it was far from a “total loss.”

Here’s to the lessons to be learned in 2013.

Wishing you all health and happiness!

Beating Cowden’s… With a Jingle of Hope”

Published on December 10, 2012December 10, 2012 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

Friends creep into your life at the strangest times, and under the most peculiar circumstances, but sometimes the people we are happiest to know are the ones who became friends when we weren’t paying attention.

My neighbor has a heart bigger than almost anyone I know – except maybe my daughter. She has looked out for all three (five with Allie and Lucky) in this house more times than I can count. She loves my little girl like she is her own blood.

Today she showed up with this ornament.

Apparently she made them, sold them. and brought the profits over for Meghan to donate to the charity of her choice.

She fills our lives with JOY – and is definitely an angel on earth.

Random acts of kindness. LOVE!

Maybe it wasn’t a “Total Loss”

Published on December 2, 2012December 3, 2012 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

The Insurance Agent called Friday night. He told me my car was a “Total Loss.” I think I knew that after I saw this picture the first time, but it was still a little hard to hear.

Even though I understand the term “Total Loss” has specific connotations in the insurance world, the terminology wasn’t sitting quite right with me. To me, a “Total Loss” means I didn’t learn anything. It was a waste. I took nothing from it. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

I have taken something away from every experience I have had in my life, especially the very trying ones that seem to be pelting me like hail on a blustery day. Sometimes what I take away is positive, and sometimes – not so much. But I always, always learn something.

1. No matter how long you stop, and no matter how hard you look, and no matter how sure you are that it is safe to go – a speeding car may hit you anyway.

2. If there are no witnesses to an accident – there is no way to “prove” excessive speed. This is the case no mater how many times your car spun around.

3. When you ride in an ambulance its less scary when you take someone you know. And, there are people kind enough to ride in the ambulance with you even though they hardly know you at all. There are real live angels among us!

4. When you are in an Emergency Room of a local hospital – burn your socks after walking on the floor, and don’t look too closely at the walls. Don’t expect the doctors to have any idea – or to really care what Cowden’s Syndrome is, and how it affects your body.

5. There are some really really nice insurance people, and some really obnoxious ones.

6. Many doctors do not accept “no fault” insurance, so finding one to check you out may be a challenge.

7. The pain is worse before it gets better.

8. The pain of being told you are more liable than the guy speeding through the school zone simply because th stop sign is on your side of the intersection may not be physical, but it hurts your pride. Especially when you know you handled it right. It is hard to get over hurt pride, but you can find peace with a clean conscience. So glad I have one.

9. It doesn’t matter much to anyone that the guy who hit you didn’t even try to stop, swerve, honk, or perform any evasive maneuver before plowing through you. It’s all about the stop sign.

10. Whiplash, and muscle spasms are real. Muscle relaxants are useless because they can’t be taken during the day when you have to be a full-time teacher and mom, but they help you sleep a bit at night.

11. When you stop and consider your accident scene, and you realize all the things that could have gone so much worse, you are reassured that the angels really do watch over us. (Thanks Angel Meghan… and all the others)

12. When you have Cowden’s Syndrome, and hamartomas on your spleen, they will send you for an abdominal sonogram right away, and then – like everyone else around here- be totally unsure what to do with the results.

13. Fax any important test results to a doctor you trust. I am grateful the spleen didn’t rupture, but for those of you on my team, cheering for it to stay – cheer louder please. The hamartomas are growing. I will talk to my doctor at NYU this week.

14. When you are really at your lowest point, hurt, aggravated, and discouraged – make a decision to DO something positive. After realizing a child could have been easily injured in this mess, I have established a petition for our local councilman to reevaluate the speed limit on the street where the accident occurred, and to label it a school zone, as well as to consider multiple two-way stops and speed bumps. I have reached out to the local “Improvement Society” who already reached out to DOT on my behalf. I have parents in my school fully supporting me and working to gain signatures on a petition. Their children’s lives are in danger every day. I want some things to change to make the children safer.

15. It is more fun shopping for a new car when you are ready to buy one, but my husband is helping make our current search more pleasant. Always marry someone with a sense of humor.

16. Wear your seat belt! Darn it if Cowden’s Syndrome isn’t going to kill me – a car accident won’t either. So glad I was buckled up.

17. Those silicone implants can take a good hit. Thankfully – nothing popped!

18. I am not going on the teacups at Disney World ever again. I have had enough spinning for a life time!

There… not a “Total Loss” at all…