Endoscopy – beatingcowdens

Lay your head down tonight
Take a rest from the fight
Don’t try to figure it out
Just listen to what I’m whispering to your heart
‘Cause I know this is not
Anything like you thought
The story of your life was gonna be
And it feels like the end has started closing in on you
But it’s just not true
There’s so much of the story that’s still yet to unfold

And this is going to be a glorious unfolding
Just you wait and see and you will be amazed
You’ve just got to believe the story is so far from over
So hold on to every promise God has made to us
And watch this glorious unfolding…

Steven Curtis Chapman

I believe in God. I believe in the power of prayer. I don’t believe in a predestined life, but I don’t believe in coincidence either.

This song was playing in the car last week one night. Meghan was having a tough time of things, and I had gone to clear my head. When I came home she was still awake so I downloaded it to her Ipad. We laid together in her bed and held each other. The tears flowed. The comfort of each other, and the comfort of the knowledge that we were not alone – not abandoned – ever – eventually allowed her to rest.

The song is in her playlist for “bed.” It is a beautiful compilation of songs with a purpose. And as I sit, in a dark hospital room, on our 6th night here the songs play in the background. Their messages soothing for my tired soul.

I didn’t want to be here. I mean not in any hospital, but especially not in THIS hospital. Somewhere along the line I had decided that I would NEVER want to be HERE.

Well that was my first mistake. Cause really, it’s not up to me. And that is a hard reality to accept.

The pediatrician works from here. They respect him. We adore him. He loves Meghan like a granddaughter. She was really sick. If I headed anywhere else I would have been flying blind.

They moved at a pace I sometimes felt was too slow. But, I as an anxious Mom, am in no position to judge pacing.

There were staff I could have done without – so I excused them from our room. But not most of them. Most of them have been kind and compassionate.

Being local allowed for FAMILY and FRIEND visits, and even a visit from our pastor, which mean so much to Meghan on really long days.

The tests were run one at a time, but they all mattered.

Once they realized how much the IV – and all its complications – caused her grave anxiety, they took extra care.

The dietary team has done their best with a complicated kid.

The GI doctor has been thorough, professional and meticulous. She had read about Meghan and about Cowden’s. She TALKS to the pediatrician, and our hematologist in NYC, and the ENT we will soon see.

The lab tests were all inconclusive.

The sonogram didn’t tell us anything.

The CT scan was essentially normal.

The medications, continuously adjusted, have provided little relief.

So as we prepared for the endoscopy we were anxious.

See, you never WANT anything to be wrong. But then there is a point where you KNOW something is. Then you worry about finding out what it is, or NOT finding out. It’s hard to know what to be more worried about.

Heading into the test today we were both anxious.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

We have pictures now.

Pictures of a GI tract so damaged by SEVERE Gastritis that it will take months to years to recover it. She has damage from the top of her throat straight down into the beginning of the small intestine.

Inside the stomach is evidence of ulcerations. Many.

The esophagus that should be smooth – a mess of bumps and sores.

Remind me to NEVER EVER EVER doubt her tolerance for pain.

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

The pictures make me ill. Because they are evidence of MORE suffering in my young girl.

To her they are vindication. And that makes me sad too.

She hurts every day.

She says it. And I tell her I get it. But I don’t think I do.

Pain like THAT has to be isolating.

Because every day she has to get up and function anyway…

And not too many people her age would even try to relate.

The GI told me she sees damage like this “every once in a while” in patients, but they are always 50 and older.

She told me the biopsy will likely show it to all be medication induced. The medication I have given her for years. The miracle drug that kept her mobile.

We will wait until next Wednesday in her office to look at the pathology, and to review every prescription and supplement that crosses her lips.

In the mean time there is medicine to control the spasms in the stomach every 4 hours. There is medicine to try to control the acid so maybe she can start to eat.

There is more time off from school. At the tail end of 5th grade. When the days are supposed to be fun.

There are MORE dietary restrictions.

But somewhere in the pain is vindication. For the girl who knows her body better than any doctor. There is proof. There are pictures.

But I don’t believe in coincidence.

This is her second GI related hospitalization since her thyroid was removed. That’s weird.

Her thyroid numbers are NOT normalizing. So she has been “hypothyroid” for three months.

I mentioned it a few dozen times this week. No one bit.

I’ve hit google. And my sister’s friend hit on an article too. I will keep looking.

Somehow this is all connected. The thyroid. The medication. The pain. The gastritis. The Cowden’s Syndrome.

But I have to be patient. The pieces will come together. In time. With hard work. And good doctors. And prayer.

We prayed today for an explanation. We asked for an answer to explain her pain. Our prayers were answered.

Now we pray for healing. Of her tired body. And her tired mind. We pray for the development of a TEAM of smart doctors who communicate, and we recognize with gratitude it all began where I never wanted to be.

There is work to be done. There are more concerns to be addressed. The road will continue to have bumps and twists and turns.

But somewhere along the path there is time to be grateful – for the GI who trusted her gut and did the scope TODAY. For the anesthesiologist who repaired a failing IV while she was ASLEEP. For my girl who gets to say “see this is WHY my stomach hurts.”

And that’s all I can process for one very long day.

I think I’ll sleep between the midnight and 4 am doses.