Tonight, we celebrate the small victories because we are fully aware how important the little things are.
I get to keep my spleen for 6 more months. (And maybe even longer!)
The surgeon said that the hamartomas are there. They are large, but they are stable. Stable is a nice word. So, because they are stable it implies they are benign. This is another nice word. The game becomes seeing if they remain stable. So, in 6 months I will have another MRI. If they have changed – it comes out. If they haven’t we can continue to talk about keeping it.
Makes me wonder when keeping our organs became cause for celebration.
That is definitely in the “Post Cowden’s Syndrome” world.
You know I have wondered on and off how you actually “beat” Cowden’s. Is it by coming through with the most organs still intact and cancer free? This is such a strange, relentless disease. It’s research, while still in its infancy is coming. But, I have to wonder how much more they will know a year, or 10 years from now. And, whether I will like any of it.
We are waiting. And we know that we are not alone. We are waiting for Meghan’s results, and its nail biting, agonizing waiting. But, Felix and I talked tonight and wondered what news would make us happy. There was no easy answer.
See, last year – January actually – when we transferred the slides from her November 2011 biopsy to Sloan Kettering, the endocrinologist whose team reviewed the slides told us the cells were precancerous. They had scored a 3 out of 5 on some scale they use. He told us they would turn. We just couldn’t predict when.
So, in June when he called and said he wasn’t thrilled with this nodule (one of many) on the left side we were anxious. But he said, having reviewed her sonogram she could wait 6 more months to be scanned again.
So, here we are 6 months later. Tomorrow will mark an agonizing 2 weeks since we went for this sonogram. Waiting. Worrying. Wondering.
When they tell you its “when,” not “if,” it changes things. No matter what they tell us there will be an anxious, uneasy feeling attached.
This is the game with Cowden’s Syndrome. It’s almost like a time warp. A terrible cycle of wait, test, worry, results… Wait 6 months and repeat.
Six months seems to be all you really get. Well, now what I have lost a few organs, I get a year on those follow ups. But everything else is 6 months. For both of us.
I tried to sync them up. So that maybe the worry wouldn’t seem continuous. But it hasn’t worked yet.
I try not to think too far ahead. You know what Mom says about planning anyway.
And to think about this in constant 6 month cycles, well… forever. It’s a little too much to manage sometimes.
So, we take it one day at a time. Sometimes one hour. Or, on this never ending road we call Cowden’s Syndrome – one step at a time.