They never go away. Your experiences, that is. Our lives are literally made of them. And in all of our lives, some are happy, some are sad, others are joyful, or sometimes traumatic. We can’t change them. The glue that holds us together is how we deal with them.
After I crested 50 I became more introspective. I guess the decades between 2003 and 2023 saw most of my existence in survival mode. I would look at my friends with multiple children and think, “that must be so hard.” And I am sure it was. In a moment I can be full of empathy for anyone in any situation. What I never realized, or thought about, or spent too much time on was that our life was a daily challenge to survive as well.
Comparison is a devil’s tool in my opinion. So, I try my best to leave it alone. And in reality it doesn’t matter how you see someone else’s life or how they see yours. Social media is an illusion, and even this blog is often carefully worded to step over the darkest parts.
I only know my own life. And as my girl has grown, I have more time to reflect, and make changes as I need to. I am learning to give myself grace, to focus on my strengths and to set limits. I get tired. And allowing myself to feel that sometimes is a big step.
However, life is about balance. And negative speak drives me wild. I’m not one who likes to say things that are untrue, but I push to find the best in anything. Sometimes I fail. Mostly I succeed. Always, I try.
I spent decades holding myself together with superglue. And it gave me perspective and gratitude that allow me to be alone with myself a great deal, and still have peace.
We only get one go round on this earth, we might as well make the best of it. This earth is far from all I have, and I live with joyful anticipation of heaven, whenever God sees fit to take me from here. But, while I am here…
I am full of gratitude for my husband of 25 years. He is often the unspoken hero in our Cowden Syndrome tale. He has done more behind the scenes work to keep us afloat than anyone besides me knows, and he prefers it that way. The fact that we not only love each other after this many years, but we also still LIKE each other, well, that is everything. We share goals and hopes and dreams. And we share our love and respect for our feisty young woman.
I am grateful for survival. I am not sure why I was fortunate enough that my breast cancer was caught so early that I required no treatment beyond my surgery. But, in this pink washed month I am reminded of those who were not so fortunate. I am reminded of the wonders of modern medicine. I never forget the doctor who diagnosed our PTEN mutation, and the urgency with which he spoke to me, telling me of the cancer risks that “peak right around 40.” I am thankful that my daughter’s breast changes were found at such an early age, and that her screenings began when they did. I am amazed at her strength as she chose to get in front of her virtually inevitable breast cancer risk.
I have a hard time fitting in in groups. It’s not because I don’t like people. It is because a lifetime of a complex medical history, a daughter with a complex medical history and a rare disease diagnosis left little time for hobbies. I cannot relate to people too easily. My girl’s youth was definitely not “typical” of today’s world, and truthfully I don’t fully understand a lot of this world. It’s not necessarily a better/ worse situation as much as it is a very different existence.
Medical trauma is real. That I know for sure. I am exhausted. I am forever changed. But, I’m not mad about it. It just is. Like I said before, you get one go round on this earth. You get one body to work with. You do the best you can with the one you have. If you know you know, but if you don’t that’s actually better for you. It makes me happy, albeit confused, when I have to remember that there are people my own age that have never had, a single surgery, an MRI, a CT scan, etc. It doesn’t mean their life was easy. But, it does mean perhaps that we use a different brand of superglue to keep ourselves together.
Meghan calls me from her Physician Associate program in PA often. We talk several times a day and text throughout. Maybe that’s a mother/ daughter thing, but I don’t think so. I think it’s a friendship that has been forged by a similar life philosophy and work ethic. I think it is a product of our shared experiences, and the desire to make the best out of the lives we have. I know she makes me better. A better mom, a better teacher, and a generally better human. I think I do the same for her.
For a while I wondered if it wasn’t good for her to be this close to me. Now I know that’s nonsense. I think we all seek people who “get” us, and situations where we can be real. It’s not a place where any of us can live 24/7. We have to survive in the real world, meeting people from a vast variety of experiences where they are. But, I like being her landing spot, a place she always knows is ready for her, and a place where she is secure enough to be herself.
I am unapologetically proud of my daughter. My heart bursts when she explains how she works to do better, and to be better. She fully understands that we all are a work in progress, and she actively focuses on understanding her own strengths and weaknesses. She is a realist. She is honest. She is driven. She is tenacious. She never quits. She tucks and rolls through adversity like it is her job. (And, well, maybe it has been.) She is compassionate in a way that blows my mind.
She is so compassionate that at one of the most vulnerable junctures in her life, she parted with her own superglue, her service dog Ella, so that Ella could have a better life. Ella and she grew up together in college. Ella sat through classes, and exams, and up and down moments in Meghan’s day to day life. And, when things weren’t quite right with Ella and her overall well-being, my girl put HER girl first. Ella is retired now, living comfortably with us and her two furry brothers. Meghan soldiers on without her bestie by her side. She is forming her own superglue from within the cells of her rare and spectacular self.
Recently we took Ella for a “Retirement” photo shoot. Natalie https://natalielicinicreative.com captured the love these two have for each other in a most magical way.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I started this blog over 10 years ago to chronicle our journey. And I have not reread a single post. I have worked so hard pressing forward, and sharing our story in the event it could help someone else, that there has been no time to look back. In truth, there’s not point. We’re not going that way anyway. So from wherever the 285K plus hits on this blog have come, thank you.
In fact, as I reflect, blogging has kept me sane. Putting my thoughts together helps cleanse my crowded head and focus myself on the important things. And I think, being able to focus on what matters, is in fact my own superglue.
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