Worn

“Worn”

I’m tired
I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That You can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m wornI know I need to lift my eyes up
But I’m too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have leftLet me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That You can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn….

This has been the summer that… well…

It has definitely been a few extra stressful weeks, and not at all the relaxation we had so desperately hoped for and needed in June.

But, like it or not time marches on, and here we are in the middle of Labor Day weekend.

When we started the summer my daughter had 2 basic requests.

1. Go to the beach.

2. Go to Philadelphia.

Not so hard right?

And then we looked at the calendar about to change to September and realized between appointments, procedures, tests and surgery – we never got either one done.

Stress is very individual in how it affects each of us.  We all have stress.  We all deal with it differently.  But I think that the reality that stress can, and does manifest in real physical illness is often lost on us.  Especially lost is the harsh reality that stress can make our CHILDREN sick – until it smacks you in the face.

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It became clear this week that the stress is weighing heavily on Meghan.  She is one tough chick, but there is only so much the mind and body of a really cute, smart, well behaved 10-year-old should have to endure.  It is now the top priority of her father and I to actively work on lowering her stress level.

We started today.

Months ago we purchased tickets to see the Contemporary Christian band, “Tenth Avenue North” in concert in Ocean Grove New Jersey on August 31st.  We decided to make a day out of it – or a half day at least!

We let Meghan sleep as late as her body needed.  (Falling asleep has become terribly hard again.)  Then she got to watch some TV.  I ran a few errands, and around 3 with a cooler full of cold cuts for “dinner” we set out to surprise her with a trip to the beach.

We never told Meghan our plan, although it was obvious she was secretly hoping for the beach.  We just know too many factors can get in the way on a moment’s notice.  So, it wasn’t until we were looking for parking that we even told her.

By then it was 4:15.  The perfect time to take a kid who is not really sure she likes the beach, to the beach.

Crowds were waning, and as we set up our blanket she had some time to adjust to the seagulls, and the sand between her toes.

Forever my texture phobic kid, truth be told the sand in the toes was the reason I stopped really bringing her to the beach years ago.  But today there was a mission to put her toes in the water and collect shells with Mom and Dad.

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She walked with Mom.  Then she walked with Dad.  And for a few glorious minutes I laid my head on the towel and remembered my childhood days in Ocean City,NJ.  I listened to the waves, felt the sand between my toes, and felt such PEACE!

Don't hate my polka dots - my husband did them for me! :-)
Don’t hate my polka dots – my husband did them for me! 🙂

We have a small bag with some beautiful shells.

We even played some with her Nerf frisbee.  There was laughing, and smiling, and a good deal of stating and restating that the sand on her toes does NOT feel nice.

With some gentle prodding she came around, but was perfectly happy with 2 cool hours on the beach.  So glad I didn’t get a full day plan in place!

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What we did NOT do was have a picnic lunch on the beach as planned.  Instead, we ate in the car.  Sea gulls, being nothing more than glorified pigeons would have undoubtedly created significant reflux for my girl.  So, we had Board Head chicken breast in the car, with potato chips, and had a great conversation – minus the sea gulls.

We walked the streets of Ocean Grove for a bit, and I saw the sign:

troubles and blessings

And somehow I knew we had done things right – today.

We headed over to the Great Auditorium for the concert.  We happily bought our girl her first concert T-shirt, and her “Tenth Avenue North” Bracelet.  In-scripted inside the bracelet are words from the cover song off their newest CD, “The Struggle.”  It reads, “We are free to struggle, but we’re not struggling to be free.”  She is sleeping with it on right now.

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The show was amazing.  Meghan was enthralled.  They are quite the performers.

Meghan and I often sing along to their songs on the radio.  Our favorites are “Worn,” and “Healing Begins”

“Healing Begins”


So you thought you had to keep this up
All the work that you do
So we think that you’re good
And you can’t believe it’s not enough
All the walls you built up
Are just glass on the outside

So let ’em fall down
There’s freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We’re here now

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you’re broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark…

The lead singer also spent some time talking to the audience about God’s plans.  He told the story of a car accident his Senior year of High School where everyone thought he would die, and no one thought he would recover fully.

That 32-year-old man with a wife and 2 daughters spoke definitively tonight about believing God will use the adversity to grow greater things.  He told us he touched a guitar for the first time at 18 while he was waiting to heal from his accident.  Clearly, God had a plan.

I was touched by the story, but more moved by Meghan’s reaction.  She HUNG on his every word. She was thinking – deeply.

Then she asked if I had any of the “Cowden’s cards.”  And, God bless this girl she walked right up to the stage and handed them to one of the back up band members… alone.

“I just thought they should have them Mom, in case they want to read…”

This card was created out of her need to "teach" others about Cowden's Syndrome.
This card was created out of her need to “teach” others about Cowden’s Syndrome.

You know the irony with this darned Cowden’s syndrome is that what you NEED is to be away from doctors, because they cause STRESS which prompts other conditions that cause you to NEED doctors.

So, a few days after the hand became free, we are on the hunt for the solution to more developing problems.

Stress.  We do what we can to deal.

We use music.  We enjoy time together.

We try harder to get it right.  We hug each other.  We hold each other.

I still haven’t given up on a road trip to Philly.  (If only I can get my navigation system to work…)

When Pigs Fly

Penelope
Penelope

At the very end of school I received this gift from a 4th grade student of mine.  I think it is probably one of my favorite gifts in my 17 years teaching.  Small and delicate, yet tough and determined.  Not much for collecting things, but this was a keeper.

Meghan continues to battle her way through the pain of recovery.  She rests and reads and watches TV to pass the time.  She is tolerating the pain a bit better, although the reality there was a scalpel scraping scar tissue off the ligament and nerve in the center of her palm is not lost on her every few hours as the medication starts to wear off.

The day we came home I explained to her (again) about how Cowden’s Syndrome likes to “overgrow” things.  We talked about “hyper-healing,” and her body’s desire to overproduce cells to try and solve a trauma.  That is a crude explanation of our tumor growth.  That same crude explanation can be used to explain why some Cowden’s patients have a prevalence of scar tissue.  Every time there is a surgery, or an injury the body over works, and sometimes the result can be just as bad as the original problem.

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Overcoming impossible odds.  I like the way that sounds.  The overcoming part, that is.

So, we talked about range of motion and the need to keep on moving those fingers so the scar tissue doesn’t form and stiffen things up.  She knows she will need therapy.  She is used to that.  She did not like the thought that her range of motion could be affected permanently if she didn’t move.

With raw determination she wiggles her fingers.  Several times an hour I watch her wince in pain.  No one tells her to.  She just knows she has to, and she doesn’t like the thought of the alternative.

See its all about the swimming.  Her sport.  Her niche.  Her comfort zone.  Nothing will keep her out of the water for long.

The pain exhausts her.  She has circles under her eyes, not from doing much other than being in pain.  But for those of you who live with chronic pain – you know that it wipes you out.  So she sleeps.  13 hours when she can.  Better for the healing I am sure.

When I was dusting this afternoon I came across my friend Penelope Pig, and I thought of how relevant she is.

I thought of all the times in my young life I uttered sarcastically the phrase, “When pigs fly!”

I thought of my arrogance and how little I knew about the important things on life – the things worth fighting for.

I realized in all its ridiculousness, it can  actually be a poignant phrase.

I’m going to let this surgery stand in my way – WHEN PIGS FLY!

I’m going to stop swimming – WHEN PIGS FLY!

It fits for so many things in life.

So many other things on my mind.  So many thoughts all garbled up inside.

Sometimes I feel like we are running on raw nerve, on sheer will and determination.

And guess what – we will give up….

WHEN PIGS FLY!

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Recovery

never give up

 

 

Recovery.

We should be professionals around here.  We should just get up, get going and move on.

But we are human.

We hurt, inside and out.

We get tired, and lonely.

We understand the tired and lonely that others have too – but some days it doesn’t make ours better.

Some days its hard to look at things from someone else’s point of view.

And that’s OK.

This one is a favorite of a dear internet friend :-)
This one is a favorite of a dear internet friend 🙂

Meghan is full of exhaustion and pain and conflicting emotions.

It’s annoying to realize you blew your whole summer at doctors and in surgery.

Thankfully we snuck in that Disney trip.

I can, and I do, take solace from my Facebook friends- the ones I know for real, and the web of Cowden’s survivors I have become intertwined with.

She has a smaller network.  Mostly because I don’t think she is capable of realizing the effect she has on the lives of so many others.

there is no pain i cannot fight

Yet, she is my hero.  And my rockstar.

I shuffled her around these last few days a lot more than I wanted to.  But, she likes to stay close by me when she is hurting.

So yesterday we picked up the car.  Apparently the “Magic Wand Guy” (Field tech) ran out of pixie dust.  He declared my car “not broken.”  Ironic because 2 weeks ago the same shop who held it for 10 days said they couldn’t fix it.

It’s definitely still broken.  On to the arbitration with the Better Business Bureau.  Just in case someone thought we might rest.  No worries.  Gloves are on.

She went with Felix and I for our physicals last night.

Then this morning, she went to work with me for a bit, and to pick up some of Daddy’s medical records.  (Really WHAT was I thinking staying close to home for a doctor?)

She is tired.  But she smiles.  And she hugs us.  And she asks for pain medicine.  And she wiggles her fingers.  And she looks at her pool, and the calendar, and she feels the inevitable.

I can’t stop it.  No one can.

So we keep busy.  We rest.  I stay close by.  We giggle and make jokes.  If I had to “lose” a summer, I couldn’t have lost it with a better young lady!

Recovery.

No worries – WE GOT THIS!

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Future Doctor, Meghan

If they would just listen to Meghan.

I mean really listen, and stop dismissing her.

Since before she could talk we have been working to help this kid become more aware of her body.    She can troubleshoot what works for her.  She can tell me what foods and medicines help her or hurt her.  Every day she becomes more keenly in tune with herself.  Its necessary.  That is how we keep her healthy.

My heart always gets heavy for my friends whose children, despite everyone’s best efforts can not articulate their needs, pains, desires, or emotions.  Those are the situations where doctors might miss something- even if they are trying.  Those poor children might suffer needlessly if no one can determine the source of their discomfort.

But not Meghan.  If you will listen.  She will tell you.  If you pay attention.  You will understand.

If she hurts- the whole world might know.  If she doesn’t hurt anymore, even 5 minutes later, its like it never happened.

That’s it.  Plain and simple.

So when she hurt her hand June 4th, I kept waiting for it to get better.

I played tough for a few days, but it still hurt.

Then we tried ice, heat, brace, no brace, different brace – but the pain persisted.

Dr. Jill, our Physical Therapist kept saying, “I think it’s vascular.”

Meghan kept saying, “It pulses like my AVM.”

And on we went – to the vascular surgeon, for the MRI/MRA, to the orthopedist, to the local hand surgeon.  Each one finding a reason to dismiss her, and this pain that persisted.

Pain doesn’t persist.  Not like this.  Not with her.

And, when you have Cowden’s Syndrome, any pain that persists more than 10 days consistently really should be evaluated.  You never know where those tumors may grow.

But the MRI, the three hour MRI with 4,000 images was negative. (Although I still have my doubts.)

And, Meghan calmly told the vascular surgeon she thought it was an AVM.  He said no.

As the pain mounted over the weeks that followed, and we bounced through other routine follow ups that seemed to swallow up our summer, Meghan took solace in Dr. Jill.

You can’t put anything over on Dr. Jill, but she knows kids, and she knows Meghan.

“Look at this,” she said to me.  “It has its own blood supply.  That’s why it stops hurting when she puts pressure on that mass.  She is cutting off the blood supply.”

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Meghan would smile, knowing she was understood – at least by someone.

“Vascular pain goes up the arm, orthopedic pain doesn’t,” she would almost  mutter to herself.

And I knew if they were BOTH sure, then I was sure they were right.

I emailed her oncologist, and her genetecist.  I sent them pictures.  “Biopsy those,” I was told in no uncertain terms.

So Dr. Jill wrote a detailed professional letter to a local orthopedist.  I am still not sure he understood all the words.

Then there was the local hand surgeon, who read the letter, and just spent the visit looking perplexed and bothered.  The MRI report was negative, his Xray was negative, and there was this bump below her middle finger.  He sent us away – apologizing for not helping, but convinced there was no need for surgery.

That was the day Meghan coined the phrase “Donkey Butts!”  And I couldn’t blame her.

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I went right home from that visit and sent a desperate EMail to the oncologist again.  This time I asked for a referral.

She is a woman of few words.  Her reply was a link, and the words “Go here.”

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So, I called and made an appointment.  They took our out of network benefits.  We got in the day before vacation.

He looked at Meghan.  He talked to her.  He sent her for more Xrays.  They were negative.  Then he looked at her hand again.  He told her that he knows all about kids and how well they know their bodies.  He told us he treats a few boys who grow bone instead of soft tissue tumors.  He told her that the boys ALWAYS know where the problems are.  She brightened.

Then he drew a very logical picture of the hand, and traced out the main ligament and tendon.  He showed the connection from the soft tissue tumor to the painful wrist spot.  He let her feel it, and he told her she made sense.  She smiled a huge smile.

Finally a doctor who DIDN'T remind me of this one!
Finally a doctor who DIDN’T remind me of this one!

The he said to us that even though the Xray is negative, sometimes surgeons have to use their heads.  Clearly the tumor on her hand was causing trouble.  Clearly it had to come out.  Exactly what that would mean once he got in there would have to remain to be seen.  Relaxed and encouraged that someone was using their head, we scheduled the procedure and left for Disney.

Disney had its ups and downs, and one of the struggles was the frequent hand and wrist pain. Meghan is in pain so often, she can differentiate between the chronic pain, like her hips and knees, and the pain that she can’t stand, like her wrist and hand.  Chronic pain is absolutely exhausting.

Today was the surgery.

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We went to a LOVELY outpatient facility on 42nd Street.  The place was clean, the reception was smooth and effortless.

The nurses were darling, every one of them.

The anesthesiologist instilled comfort, and the surgeon, Dr. R was warm and calming.

The procedure lasted longer than I expected – almost an hour and a half.

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I wasn’t surprised to hear the words that have become normal. “It wasn’t exactly what I imagined, but I am pretty sure I got it all.”

A soft tissue tumor, with roots, AND an AVM (arteriovenous malformation) with its very own blood supply!

So many thoughts went through my mind – including, “SHE KNEW IT ALL ALONG!,”  and “THANK GOD FOR DR. JILL!”

I was grateful for Dr. R, his patience, his trust in Meghan, and his ability to get it done.  I was also instantly tossed into a new level of worry.  See, all along they have been insisting the AVM in the knee was an isolated incident.  I shouldn’t worry about more cropping up.  Well one just cropped up.  Game changer.

I was thinking about the rock wall she climbed June 4th, and even after all this turmoil, I am still glad she did it.  Although we now almost undoubtedly know that the AVM was under the surface all along, and the bruising her hands took caused her body to “hyper heal,” and likely led to more blood being pushed towards the AVM.  The soft tissue tumor erupted some time later.

While the exact sequence of events doesn’t matter, a few things do.

Meghan and Dr. Jill are really intuitive.

AVMs can take place in multiple spots.

Dr. R had to scrape the scar tissue off the ligament, and tendon and nerve in the hand.

Meghan will need quite a bit of therapy (after 9 days of keeping the hand wrapped) to get her mobility back.

I absolutely can not wait to get the pathology report and share it with a few doctors who blew off my girl.

And, most importantly – NEVER DOUBT MEGHAN!

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Raising Awareness – One Card at a Time

I am going to brag.

Brace yourself.  It might be a long one.

A short time before we headed to Disney, I wrote about taking out Meghan’s push chair for an appointment in Manhattan.  She was terribly bothered by the rude stares that greeted us that day.

As a result we talked, a lot.  And, like she always does – she comes through those conversations blowing my mind with her introspective maturity.

Don’t misunderstand me.  I sometimes worry that my 10 year old is such a deep thinker.  I am acutely aware that she has way more on her plate than she should, and she handles with grace and poise a life that would leave many adults weeping under their covers.  I wish she told me everything.  I know she doesn’t.  My heart often breaks for the burdens she carries.

Yet, she is just so amazing.

After we spoke about the rude “starers” she talked about wanting to have a way to let them know about Cowden’s Syndrome.  She wanted to raise awareness.

This card was created out of her need to "teach" others about Cowden's Syndrome.
This card was created out of her need to “teach” others about Cowden’s Syndrome.

So she gave her ideas to Daddy and he created this card.  We used the logo from the “Global Genes Project,” an organization that has been dear to Meghan since her diagnosis. http://globalgenes.org/

Meghan wears proudly the denim ribbon created for her by a family friend when she expressed a desire to have a ribbon. something she could wear that would represent her.

A denim cause ribbon, crafted after the Global Genes Project's slogan, "Hope it's in our Genes!"
A denim cause ribbon, crafted after the Global Genes Project’s slogan, “Hope it’s in our Genes!”

She dreams of one day seeing another child wearing this symbol.  She wants it to become as common as the “pink ribbon.”  Because, there are about 7,000 rare diseases, and 1 in every 10 people is affected by one.  Many of these diseases are genetic.  As we learn more about other rare diseases, Meghan understands the need for the rare disease community to unite.  So little research is done on so many of these diseases that they remain poorly understood and under funded.

As we packed for the trip – Meghan asked if we could print some of the business cards for her to bring to Disney.  She wanted to be able to hand them out.  She knew people from all over the world visit Disney, so it would be a great place to spread the word.  500 cards later, I made sure she had all the tools she needed.

What happened next was just another example of how easy it is to be proud to be her mother.

Meghan decided that instead of getting an autograph book this year, she would take pictures with the Disney characters with her cards.

She also spontaneously struck up conversations with complete strangers all over the parks.   She would approach cast members, wait staff, photographers, and guests.  She spoke to people from the US and well beyond.

And every time she spoke my heart smiled.

She is an incredibly articulate young lady.  She explained Cowden’s Syndrome through the eyes of a ten year old to almost 200 people.

Some of the most memorable included a man and his wife and their service dog on the bus to Downtown Disney, and a helpful cast member from Puerto Rico outside the fitting room as she tried on her Merida dress, and a Disney Photopass photographer whose genuine hug was so heartwarming.

Those were just a few.  She spoke to so many people over the course of our 9 day trip that I have no doubt there is a greater awareness of Cowden’s Syndrome in the world than there was just 2 weeks ago.

She will tell you she is not a public speaker.

She might even try to tell you she is shy.

I will tell you she is flat out amazing, and that she is going to do already doing great things.

This child will make the world more aware – one card, and one conversation at a time.

These are Just a few who learned something new this week!

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Rare. Invisible. Real.

Those are the words that come to mind every time someone asks me to describe Cowden’s Syndrome.

Most people, even most doctors, understandably, have never heard of it before.

With an occurrence of 1 in 200,000 that is not a surprise.

There is always hope...
There is always hope…

What is a surprise is on days like today, where the sun shines a bit brighter.  The traffic is a little lighter.  Daddy is home on vacation.  And, we met a doctor who had heard of Cowden’s, understands it, and is compassionate, likable, and easy to talk to.  Yep, imagine that?  A POSITIVE experience!! 🙂

We saw an NYU affiliated hand surgeon today.  I am sure God heard the chorus of prayers storming Heaven for an answer for this kid, and today He delivered.

NYU

We were early for our appointment and waited in an uncrowded waiting room, while a pleasant receptionist organized the paperwork.

We were taken promptly at our scheduled time.  We met with a friendly, competent PA.  She had the hands Xrayed.  The doctor was in the room 10 minutes later and immediately had Meghan on his side when he started to talk about two of her favorite things – Disney and swimming.

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He examined her hand.  He easily recognized the soft tissue tumor that is typical in Cowden’s Syndrome.  He told her stories of another young boy he treats with a rare disease who grows bone instead of tissue.  He validated her.  He was confident.  He drew a picture, and explained why that tumor was causing pain.

With every word he spoke her smile grew.  The hope went back into her eyes.  She waited anxiously for him to tell her he was going to take it out.

She almost leaped up and cheered.

happy girl

August 20th in the early morning hours. my then 10 year old will prepare for her 10th surgery.

That’s how you know a kid is at her wits end.  When surgery is an exciting option.

He told her it wasn’t going to be better right away.  He asked if the PT from the letter we showed him (you know – the PT who had it right ALL ALONG! 🙂 could rehab her hand.  I told him I was quite sure she could, but I would ask. (Actually – I have no DOUBT she can do anything.  Dr. Jill NEVER gives up on Meghan!)

He said the pain may be worse for a bit after he “messes around” in there, but that gradually she will feel the pain lift and the range of motion return.  I wanted to hug him.

All it takes is someone who “Gets it.”

We all want to be validated.  As adults we often struggle to have our concerns made valid by those we love.  When you have a rare disease, where the symptoms are often invisible, you struggle to be taken seriously.  People are quick to pass judgement.

She looks fine, why can’t she walk?  She must be lazy.

She is complaining again?  Attention seeking,

So when you are just trying to have your voice heard, at the same time that you are trying to find your voice -life can feel extra challenging.

Cowden’s Syndrome is a struggle.  We are buoyed by the fact that we have each other.  I have Meghan as my inspiration, and she has me as her advocate.

I will NEVER give up.  She will continue to get the care she needs.  She will continue to see doctors who validate her.  She will continue to inform an under informed public with her “cards.”

She is my heart and soul, my sunshine.  She deserves nothing less.

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We can’t change the “Rare.”  The “Invisible” or the “Real.”  But we can open the eyes and hearts and minds of more and more people every day.  Ours is one of so many other Rare Diseases.  We are grateful.  We are blessed.   Even through our pain we have gratitude for our blessings.  And we will move forward with our mission of awareness.

Cowdens information card

 

 

Extra Parts

We got the car back – with a few extra parts.

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And this morning for an added surprise a screwdriver left on the driver’s seat poked me in the bottom!

The car isn’t fixed.

We had to take it back to wait for the “Field Tech” to have a look.

Apparently the “Tech Line” suggestions weren’t helpful, so in their infinite wisdom, they one by one took out parts, swapped them with new ones, then put the old ones back in when the problem wasn’t fixed.

10 days in service and I left with the same broken car, with the same parts as when I dropped it off.

Except that a few “extra” parts were left on my seat and my console.

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While we will make an appointment some time next week to leave the car for the “Field Tech,”  I had to laugh in spite of myself at the irony of the whole thing.

We have spent the summer at doctors.  Some doctors were routine, some were tests and follow ups for things that were not “ok.”  While there are  many things that will leave me unsettled long after the summer has passed, the most disconcerting right now is the pain in the wrist and the hand.

A three hour MRI, a phone consult with the vascular surgeon, a phone consult with the rheumatologist, a local orthopedist, and a local hand surgeon – NONE of whom have a clue WHY after 8 WEEKS there is significant pain flexing the wrist, or holding a pencil, or performing any number of basic tasks.

Tomorrow we will head to the hand surgeon in Manhattan, with hopes that he can process the “extra” bump on the palm of her hand, and understand its relationship to the pain, and offer us a viable solution.

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Too hopeful?  Maybe.  But, if I give up hope, where will we end up?

Raw with fatigue.  Frustrated by “extra parts” and the people who don’t seem to know what to do with them…

Which ones do we put in?  Which ones do we take out?

The similarities are almost uncanny.  What are the odds that my child and my car would both have problems where the only hope of an answer lies in the “super specialist?”

 

“Donkey Butts!”

Donkey Butt

I could barely contain my laughter, but by then we needed a good laugh.

We had just left the hand surgeon.  The one who was hopefully going to have an answer, and get Meghan some relief from the persistent pain in her hand and wrist.

I came as usual, armed with a thick heavy binder, a recent MRI CD and reports, a list of all current doctors.

I think I knew we were in trouble when he didn’t seem to see the small mass at the base of her middle finger.  You know, the one she says helps alleviate the pain when she presses on it?

He said it was “barely there.”  Yes, and 2 weeks ago it wasn’t there at all.

He took an Xray.  Obviously low radiation, (I hope) because no one left the room.

The bone structure is fine.

Shocker!

And he repeated to me that the MRI was fine.  (YEP, I know.)

Then he asked if she had a rheumatologist.

Yep, she told me to go see a hand surgeon.

And he asked me to explain Cowden’s Syndrome.

But, at least he, 40 years older than the other doctor, had the decency to take out his iphone5 and google it.

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I gave the beautifully written letter from our PT.  It explained everything so clearly.

Pause… Pause… Obvious think time for the doctor.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

EXCUSE ME?

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” I am sorry I wasted your time.”

That was it.  No request that we come back.  No suggestion on what to do next.  Pay the Copay (AGAIN!) and leave.

So when we got to the car Meghan and I were both agitated.  Rightfully so.  She is so frustrated.  8 weeks plus, and she doesn’t have the range of motion in her wrist.  She was so angry.  How is it that these medical professionals keep turning her away with no answers and still in pain?

I told her she was entitled to a fit.  She is above that.  She got angry for a bit, then frustrated.  But I have definitely had many worse fits this summer alone.

Then,  she said, “You know what Mom?  They are all Donkey Butts!  All these doctors that can’t fix anything, and keep wasting our time and your money- that’s what they are- DONKEY BUTTS!”

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I spend a good deal of time working with her on appropriate language for a lady.  But I almost had to pull over in hysterics from laughing so hard.  I think she nailed it – politely and accurately.

Round three Monday 10 AM in Manhattan.

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I don’t know anything about “Cowden’s Syndrome…”

After last night’s late night strep diagnosis, there was no way I could send her to Bible School this morning.

But, I had an appointment with the breast surgeon – a routine follow-up that I knew would take 5 minutes.

(That is why I had scheduled it July 16th when I was ALREADY IN the city- but last-minute doctor vacations are just one of the many inconveniences of life these days.)

I knew it would take 5 minutes – after I drove through an hour and a half of traffic, parked the car, walked a half mile, and waited to be called.

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Truth be told it was lest than 5 minutes.  A three-minute groping of my silicone implants and surrounding lymph nodes.  The proclamation was made that everything looks “great” and I should return in 6 months.  I actually was probably dressed and on my way before 5 minutes were up.

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But, I HAD to go.  It would have been too easy to cancel.  It would have been too easy to blow it off.  And what if?  What if that one renegade cell…  Nope, I HAD to go.

And, Meghan had to come with me.  She trekked like a trooper to the main hospital to get another copy of the CD of the MRI of her hand for the orthopedist appointment at 2:30. Then, we traveled on the journey to the Clinical Cancer Center.  I had to push her in the push chair today.  The strep was knocking the wind out of her this morning and the hips and knees were bothering her.

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It was also bothering her that people were staring at her.  So it was a great opportunity to give her LOTS of really LOUD pep talks.  I hope a few people overheard.  Some people are really dumb.  Others mean well – but for goodness sakes, don’t just stare at the child.  Say “hello,” “good morning,”  ANYTHING… UGH!  But anyway…

And after the 5 minute appointment there was another hour in travel time back home.

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Just in time to let the dogs out and run to pick up some chicken breast cold cuts for her to eat before physical therapy.

As she inhaled the chips and chicken I spoke with the therapist.  I am always just so impressed by how smart she is, and how much she actually cares about Meghan.  She took the time to READ about Cowden’s and to try to understand WHY and HOW the small fatty masses on her palm are affecting her.  If only there were more…

Right after therapy it was off to the orthopedist looking for a few answers about the hand and the wrist.

That’s where things unraveled.

Ok.  I understand it’s a rare disease.  I do.

I get that with an occurrence rate of 1 in 200,000 you may not have touched on it in medical school.

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But, you insisted on the paperwork completed online a full 10 days before the appointment.  You could have read it, or had someone flag it.

And, I made the appointment with the doctor who had been prepped already.

Bait and switch?

The orthopedist today was amazingly young.  I guess the big 4-0 is approaching fast, because I could scarcely believe he was out of medical school.  Everyone seems to be looking younger and younger.

No need to remind me of what that implies.  I get it.

We have seen LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of doctors.  MOST would rather make something up than admit they didn’t know something, which is a problem in and of itself.  Not this guy.

He examined her hand.  Validated the pain.  Looked at the MRI report.  Declared there to be “nothing orthopedic” about her problem.  And then he said,

I don’t know ANYTHING about Cowden’s Syndrome, so you’ll have to tell me what it is and what it does.”

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I almost asked him to repeat himself, but that would have just been to buy me time for my response.  So, as I was gathering my bags and looking to exit as fast as I possibly could, I gave him a brief lesson on Cowden’s Syndrome.

This doctor was far younger than me.

This is the technology generation.

Step out of the room and hit google.com

The first link is this one http://ghr.nlm.nih.gov/condition/cowden-syndrome

What is Cowden syndrome?

Cowden syndrome is a disorder characterized by multiple noncancerous, tumor-like growths called hamartomas and an increased risk of developing certain cancers.

Almost everyone with Cowden syndrome develops hamartomas. These growths are most commonly found on the skin and mucous membranes (such as the lining of the mouth and nose), but they can also occur in the intestine and other parts of the body. The growth of hamartomas on the skin and mucous membranes typically becomes apparent by a person’s late twenties.

Cowden syndrome is associated with an increased risk of developing several types of cancer, particularly cancers of the breast, a gland in the lower neck called the thyroid, and the lining of the uterus (the endometrium). Other cancers that have been identified in people with Cowden syndrome include colorectal cancer, kidney cancer, and a form of skin cancer called melanoma. Compared with the general population, people with Cowden syndrome develop these cancers at younger ages, often beginning in their thirties or forties. Other diseases of the breast, thyroid, and endometrium are also common in Cowden syndrome. Additional signs and symptoms can include an enlarged head (macrocephaly) and a rare, noncancerous brain tumor called Lhermitte-Duclos disease. A small percentage of affected individuals have delayed development or intellectual disability.

The features of Cowden syndrome overlap with those of another disorder called Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome. People with Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome also develop hamartomas and other noncancerous tumors. Both conditions can be caused by mutations in the PTEN gene. Some people with Cowden syndrome have had relatives diagnosed with Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome, and other individuals have had the characteristic features of both conditions. Based on these similarities, researchers have proposed that Cowden syndrome and Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome represent a spectrum of overlapping features known as PTEN hamartoma tumor syndrome instead of two distinct conditions.

Some people have some of the characteristic features of Cowden syndrome, particularly the cancers associated with this condition, but do not meet the strict criteria for a diagnosis of Cowden syndrome. These individuals are often described as having Cowden-like syndrome.

Read more about Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome.

How common is Cowden syndrome?

Although the exact prevalence of Cowden syndrome is unknown, researchers estimate that it affects about 1 in 200,000 people.

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Was that so hard?  Meet me half way people.

It’s still hard for me to believe that cost me a co-pay.

Let’s see if the hand surgeon on Thursday can offer us something better.

Or maybe the rheumatologist will actually call me back.

Taking bets?

Every day is a great adventure!

Exhausted

Tick Tock

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I actually watched it happen.  We were walking up the hill to swim practice last night.  Then she was limping.

She handed me her bag – struggling to balance.  Before I could ask what had happened…

“My hip, my groin, the whole thing!”  Gesturing near her hip bone and down her outer thigh.

I looked for a bench but there was none.  She wasn’t interested anyway.

“We can’t sit – I will be late for practice!”  Exasperated that I would even think she should stop walking while writhing in pain.

“Um, Meg – I was thinking you shouldn’t go to practice.”

“No way!  We are here.  I am going, and besides- the only time I feel close to normal, like everyone else – is in the water.”

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We took away soccer.

We took away dance.

We can’t take away swimming.

Spring 2013
Spring 2013

So I made sure she asked her coach to help her stretch the hip.  She stopped only once during the hour and fifteen minutes.  I am sure I could not have kept up.

As I walked, and she limped back to the car she said it was, “not so bad.”  And, she was “glad” she practiced.

Dedication.  Admirable.  Torture.

After the shower it all fell apart quickly.  She froze almost completely. We rubbed it, and elevated it.  Within an hour she needed help walking.

She got settled into our bed and tried to rub her hip.

The yelp indicated the pain on her hand and wrist has not subsided either.

As we got her comfortable I thought forward, about the week to come.

I emailed her genetecist and her oncologist this week.  I attached photos of her hand.  I attached the copies of the MRI report.  They responded inside of a few hours.

Biopsy those lesions.  On this they agreed.  Cowden’s Syndrome -PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome.  Soft tissue tumors are common.  The oncologist reminded me only one lesion was visible during her exam just 2 weeks ago.

I know.  I watched the other one pop out as she cried out in pain during a shopping trip to Kohl’s.  It wasn’t there.  Then it was.  Now it is.  And it hurts too.

Tuesday we will see an orthopedist.  Thursday we will see a hand surgeon.  Two more doctors we didn’t plan for.  Two more afternoons lost waiting.  Two more opinions to contend with.

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And the prevailing uncertainty that anyone will ever fix the problem.

She is walking a bit better tonight.  That is encouraging.  A nice afternoon with a friend.  Conversation for me was easy and comfortable.  Grown up talk – something I have craved, while the children swam in the pool.  Almost normal for a few hours there.  Almost.

The car is going to stay in the “car doctor” over the weekend.  Apparently its condition has been downgraded.

Paperwork to begin a complaint with Better Business Bureau should arrive early next week.

Maybe I should give the CAR an ISAGENIX shake or meal bar.  It might be more productive than what is being done to it.

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Monday we should know more.

Monday we should also hear from the rheumatologist about her thoughts on the MRI.

Sandwiched in between concerns about family and friends alike.  In some ways our lives are miles different.  In more ways – they are exactly alike.

Patience.  Worry.  Anxiety.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… that would be the sound of summer passing us by….

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