Onward…

Published on March 20, 2016 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

“Onward Christian Soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before…” That was one of Pop’s favorite hymns growing up in our Lutheran Church. He sang it loud. He lived it softly, but meaningfully…

It’s been a long time since I have written and I am sorry.

Writing is my therapy. It’s free and easy. When there is a few minutes to do it.

And that, well that has been the problem these last few weeks.

I know it’s hard to imagine life getting so crazy that I wouldn’t have an hour or two a week to get my thoughts together, but it’s true.

Time to catch you all up –

On Sunday, February 21, 2016 the Second Annual “Genes for Rare Genes” fundraiser took place at the Hilton Garden Inn on Staten Island. We had www.yeehahbob.com Bob Jackson from Walt Disney World at the piano entertaining the masses. We had generously donated raffles galore. We had 178 friends and family with us, raising money and awareness for Rare Diseases. We had Meghan, hosting, and giving her speech and showing her video. https://beatingcowdens.com/2016/02/21/meghans-rare-disease-day-video-and-speech-2016/ We had Borough President Oddo stop by to continue to support Meghan in her desire to raise awareness and funds. We had Charlie Balloons entertaining the children and the adults too.

Bob Jackson - Our Disney Friend — **Bob Jackson – Our Disney Friend**

It was a perfect day, and a month later I can tell you the total funds raised were $13,045.40 to be exact! A large portion of that money has been sent to the PTEN Foundation and will have a significant impact on helping people like us with PTEN Mutations. The balance of the money is soon to be on it’s way to the Global Genes Project They will always be near and dear to Meghan. We identified first with the denim ribbon, and the logo “Hope, It’s in our Genes.” And that is the site we learned first about Rare Diseases, and that we in fact are among the lucky ones. These are lessons we will never forget.

Finally, I THINK, (and I apologize if we forgot anyone) all the thank you notes have been written or Emailed. When I finally settled down to do it, there were over 80. Meg helped, but I just flat out write faster. Now, we rest on that a bit, while we consider what changes and what remains the same for next year.

But, life did not even pause while we planned this event. My grandfather, my 96 year old grandfather, who was still living on the second floor of the two family home my mother grew up in, caring for my grandma, his bride of 70 years, fell on January 13th. This set of a tirade of events of the next few weeks that brought us all through an emotional roller coaster. My grandparents were the center of my world for much of my life, and even though I am blessed to have had them for 42 years, it is hard to imagine navigating life without them. Pop visited two hospitals, had mutliple strokes, and ultimately ended up in the nursing home for rehabilitation. The rehab was not meant to be, and on March 3rd he passed away peacefully, after some tumultuous days.

Pop - So much to so many — **Pop – So much to so many**

Grandma, now resides in that same nursing home. Alzheimer’s has robbed her of much of her memory, but she is well cared for by kind, patient people. She is safe. She is calmer. This is a good thing. And, in one of many ironies, perhaps her disease has been a blessing. There was no need for her to say goodbye to Pop, as he always seems to be just “across the room” when we visit. They were never meant to be apart any way.

Always together... — **Always together…**

We celebrated Pop’s life at a beautiful service on March 12th. My conscious mind, the rational one, is grateful he is at peace, and thrilled to know he is Home in Heaven. The little girl in me, the one who adores her grandfather is sad. Just very sad, and not looking forward to the series of “firsts” in front of us as reality sets in.

I planted the seedlings for my garden, just as my Pop showed me. I am tending to them on the kitchen table with plenty of sunlight. They have begun to sprout.

And those seedlings, and signs of new life remind me of why Pop loved the garden so. It is refreshing to see growth, new life, and new promise each day.

We celebrated Kathi’s bridal shower, as she and Jon will marry April 15th. All things new.

Time keeps passing.

In the interim there have been regular Mommy things to do, like swim practice, and doctor’s appointments, and household stuff. Thankfully in this house we have a very, very helpful Daddy, and we do a lot of team work. Thanks to him, all those weeks I was out of commission cherishing every moment with Pop, he was here, keeping it all going.

Last week we went dress shopping for some of the events coming quickly.

This week it was shoe shopping. Shopping for shoes is never as much fun, because it is hard to find a shoe that is 12 years old, and supports those feet, knees and legs. The right knee, the site of 6 surgeries targeting that AVM, has residual damage. The muscles are not formed as well, obvious only to Meghan when she puts on a pair of jeans. The foot is over one full size smaller than the other, and it is skinnier too. So, we buy two pairs of shoes to make one “pair.” We are careful. Frugal when we can be as it’s all x2, but focus is always on fit, style and comfort combined. No easy task. But, we did it.

Meghan left the store apologizing for the bill. I told her how grateful I am that we can pay for shoes, and other things. We had a long talk about the phrase, “I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.” It fits nicely with the perspective talks we have all the time.

Tonight I was thrilled to find a website that will allow me to donate her “other” shoes to amputees. She was excited too. Something that will make us both feel better.

This week I scheduled some more appointments. I was waiting.

Friday we head to the gyn for the 3 month follow up. The hormones are a nightmare, but that’s for another post. The next biopsy is supposed to be in June…

The dermatologist 6 month will be during spring break. So will the orthopedist.

Cowden’s wasn’t gone. Heck, it wasn’t even resting. I was just using a big stick to hold it at bay for a few weeks. I’m sure I left some stuff out. It’ll come up if it was all that important. Just know-

We are still #BEATINGCOWDENS!

Onward…

Meghan’s Rare Disease Day Video and Speech 2016

Published on February 21, 2016 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

This is the text of the speech Meghan delivered at this year’s “Jean’s for Rare Genes 2” Fundraiser. Regardless of the monetary totals, which will come in the next days to weeks, I can assure you it was a success.

I want to start by thanking you for attending this fundraiser here today. This is the second “Jeans for Rare Genes, a tradition I hope continues to grow each year.

I knew nothing at all about Rare Diseases until the fall of 2011. I was in 3^rd grade. I went to a geneticist because I was having all sorts of medical trouble. He diagnosed me with Cowden’s Syndrome. A few weeks later he diagnosed my mom with the same thing.

Cowden’s Syndrome is a mutation (a break or a mistake) on the PTEN gene which is a gene that is supposed to keep the body from making tumors. Basically, when you have Cowden’s Syndrome, which is pretty rare (only 1 in 200,000 people) your body makes tumors. Sometimes they are benign, and sometimes they are cancer. It also causes my body to make vascular malformations, like the one in my right knee, that has caused me 6 surgeries all by itself. That is why with Cowden’s Syndrome we have to be watched all the time. There are so many doctors, so many things that need to be checked, and scanned and looked at, it can be really overwhelming.

You can’t catch Cowden’s Syndrome, it has to be inherited, like I got it from my Mom. You also can’t get rid of it. Once you have it, the only thing you can do is get checked, a lot.

I have had 16 surgeries so far, and I only turned 12 in August. That doesn’t even count for the doctor’s appointments, Emergency Room visits, scans, and never-ending blood tests.

When I first learned I had Cowden’s Syndrome, I went to a website called the Global Genes Project to learn of facts about rare diseases. I learned all sorts of interesting, and sometimes upsetting facts.

There are approximately7,000 different types of rare diseases and disorders, with more being discovered each day
30 million people in the United States are living with rare diseases. This equates to 1 in 10 Americans or 10% of the S. population
80% of rare diseases are genetic in origin
Approximately 50% of the people affected by rare diseases are children
30% of children with rare disease will not live to see their 5th birthday
95% of rare diseases have not one single FDA approved drug treatment
Approximately 50% of rare diseases do not have a disease specific foundation supporting or researching their rare disease

I started out feeling like I didn’t fit in anywhere. I couldn’t understand why all these diseases existed and no one seemed to know or care. I found the “Global Genes Project” motto, “Hope it’s in our Genes” to be a comforting play on words. I identified myself with the denim ribbon, a powerful symbol of Rare Genetic Disorders. My Mom’s friend made me a denim ribbon necklace, and I felt like I had an identity piece, something that represented me.

At first I organized an assembly at my school, and in 4^th grade we gave out denim ribbons to raise awareness. In 5^th grade we had a fundraiser. We sold some T-shirts, and had a small event at the school. The money went to the Global Genes Project.

Last year, a charity was created called the PTEN Foundation. It is the first charity that looks to help people with our specific disease. They want to create a patient database, so people with our Syndrome can be studied and learned about. Then, maybe there will be a way to help us.

As happy as I was about the PTEN Foundation, by this time, I had learned about a lot of other Rare Diseases, and kids, who didn’t have a chance to live and do as much as I can. I promised myself I would always remember those kids when I did any fundraisers.

Last February, “Jeans for Rare Genes” happened at the Hilton Garden Inn. I wasn’t sure I could pull off anything that big, but with a vote of confidence from Borough President Oddo, and my Mom supporting my vision, it happened. 150 people showed up, and we raised over $12,000. True to my word, half of the money went to the Global Genes Project, and the other half went to the PTEN Foundation.

This year, I invited Bob Jackson, my favorite entertainer from Walt Disney World, to come and play piano at “Jeans for Rare Genes 2.” He is here with us today and I am so excited! We also have “Charlie Balloons,” back to help us again, and lots of great raffles from generous donors. This year, I think and hope we can raise a lot of money to send to the PTEN Foundation and the Global Genes Project.

One of the hardest parts of having a Rare Disease is one I don’t like to talk about too much. Middle school is tough enough, but when you spend more time at the doctor than at social gatherings, it gets tougher to fit in. I am glad that with Cowden’s Syndrome I don’t “look” sick, except it makes it even harder for people to understand why my life is so different.

I’ve gained an appreciation for the reality that “everyone has something,” and I work hard at not judging others, because everyone is fighting their own battle. I want to make more people aware that this is the case, and that is why raising awareness for Rare Diseases is so important to me.

The pressure of life, the surgeries, the hospitals, the worrying, the waiting, and the wondering, has done a lot to make me who I am. I don’t wish for anyone else to really understand this pressure, but I sometimes wish more people would understand me.

I have met a handful of people along the way, some in the most unlikely places. These people have provided me support through the pressure, and I am forever grateful.

I know I still have a lot of time to grow into the person I am supposed to be. I love swimming, and drama and singing. I do well in school, and I love being with my friends. I love helping others. I will continue to search out my “Corner of the Sky.”

As you watch the video I have prepared for you, you will see that despite the pressure of life, I will not ever be defined by my disease. I am determined to focus on a brighter future, and to channel my energy into making a real difference in this world.

I look forward to seeing what the future hold, and how the next chapter in my life turns out. I hope to see you at our event next year!

When you’re through reading take the time to appreciate her video, created by herself!

It’s Complicated…

Published on December 22, 2015December 22, 2015 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

I just ended a 30 minute conversation with Meghan’s adolescent gynecologist. The fact that she spends 30 minutes on the phone with me speaks to a rare spark of passion for her field, and a genuine desire to help. These are things we clutch because they are uncommon, and, when they come at all, they are fleeting.

The long and the short of the pathology, which arrived earlier than planned, was that there was no malignant finding. Yes, you read that right. No malignant finding. (Insert Happy Dance here…)

And the gratitude for the prayers and positive energy was lifted up. We truly are always aware of the potential alternatives, regardless of our situation.

But, as is always the case with Meghan, I encourage you to keep reading. Nothing is ever really simple. And, as the years go by it seems to get progressively more complicated.

While in fact there was no malignant finding, there was not a purely benign pathology either. She had “the best type of hyperplasia you’d want to find.”

Except when pressed, the gynecologist admitted that there is no type of hyperplasia that you’d ever want to find in a 12-year-old, and that there should be nothing but normal cells there.

Hmmm. Hyperplasia. Medicine.net says…. “Hyperplasia: An increase in the number of normal cells in a tissue or an organ. Hyperplasia can represent a precancerous condition.” And various other sites say the same. The doctor agreed. The pathology finding was not “normal,” and therefore it must be treated.

See, hyperplasia, specifically endometrial hyperplasia might be detected in women 3-4 times her age. It might even be expected in women 5 or 6 times her age. But, her age is 12. And none of this is ok.

I pushed her about thinking outside the box, and she reminded me that the entire biopsy WAS thinking outside the box. Any other teen would have been treated for months or more on hormones. That could have had epic consequences.

In the short-haul, she gets to heal from an invasive procedure. In the next week more hormones will be introduced to her body in an attempt to keep the hyperplasia at bay, and most importantly to keep it from progressing. But, hormones, although commonly used to regulate bleeding, require special care in the case of a young lady with no thyroid, a difficult time balancing the endocrine hormones, an extremely elevated risk of uterine and breast cancer, thanks to the PTEN mutation, AND TWO first degree relatives, with estrogen fed breast cancer.

For now, she keeps her uterus. And we hold our breath. We hope that over the next few months things will start to calm down. And some time in the next 6 months the invasive biopsy will be repeated over again to make sure the hyperplasia is gone or behaving itself.

To Meghan this mimics the process that took place at the beginning of the end of thyroid removal. We had about 3 years of progressive biopsies before they decided to pull the plug and take it out. She knows, and agrees, that we will all fight longer and harder for her uterus. For so many reasons. But the similarities can’t be overlooked. Nor can the distressing notion that another body part is misbehaving.

When we were diagnosed in 2011 we were told there would be screenings and monitoring. We even figured on a few doctors every 6 months. At one point we dreamed of getting them all into a week in August and a week in February and living a somewhat normal life the rest of the year.

Instead, in Meghan’s life alone there have been 5 surgical procedures in the last 13 months. Digest that for a minute, because it’s hard to keep track of.

Currently we are monitoring her thyroid levels through blood every 6-8 weeks, visits twice a year, and annual ultrasound to monitor potential regrowth.

We are monitoring her knee where the AVM resides, through twice a year visits to the interventional radiologist and twice a year visits to the orthopedist. There is an annual MRI. And two of those procedures in the last 13 months have been for the knee. Add in surgical follow-up visits, and Physical Therapy.

The dermatologist needs to see her twice a year. Not because anything has been found on her, but because in addition to me passing the PTEN gene to her, apparently her father and I BOTH have Dysplastic Nevus, a “precancerous” condition where moles have a tendency to become malignant. Couple that with the almost 10 % melanoma risk Cowden’s patients carry, and in addition to the sunscreen, there are necessary scannings.

There is the gastroenterologist, who became necessary almost two years ago when the use of Celebrex to control the knee AVM started to rot out the GI tract.

And the ENT who was added so he could monitor the larynx to avoid unnecessary endoscopy but gauge improvement from the scary state she was in in May of 2014.

Oh, and the doctor who prescribes the digestive enzymes because they work, and no one else will.

And the pediatrician who doesn’t like to go more than 3 weeks without examining Meghan, who also keeps her on Acyclovir, prophylactically for chronic HSV that recurs on her face.

And, don’t forget the hand surgeon, who we love, (who doesn’t have a hand surgeon on the team?) who has twice in 3 years removed vascular lesions, one from each palm. And those surgical follow ups.

Nothing is neat and clean. Nothing is contained. Nothing ever fit into those 2 weeks we once dreamed about. This disease has projectile vomited all over our lives. And it’s everywhere. And it’s messy and gross, and we just want to take a hot shower and move on.

Because we haven’t even discussed fitting in MY appointments…

And a full-time job….

And an honor student….

Who is a swimmer….

And a theater buff….

And a community activist in the making…

All after work, and school, into the city, in traffic, and expensive parking lots, in hopes of getting back local in time for practice.

Last week I told Meghan over the Christmas Vacation we would need to see her gyn, and do her knee MRI, and my abdominal sonogram. She was less than impressed. The general sentiment is that we don’t get vacations, we get days off from school to go to the doctor. I can’t argue.

The physical, mental, and social ramifications of this under-funded, “orphan disease” are having a profound effect on the life of my girl, and her mom and dad too.

That is one of the main reasons we work so hard to raise funds and awareness. Maybe one day…

So tonight, we are grateful. We are on our knees in gratitude, for the prayers that were lifted on her behalf. We are thrilled to hear the words, “It’s not malignant,” but we are painfully aware the journey of monitoring another body part has just begun.

So if we are not shouting from the rooftops, please don’t think us ungrateful. We are not. We are relieved. We took our first deep breath in weeks. But, we did ask Santa for some new body armor, polished and ready for the new challenges PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome, (Cowden’s Syndrome) are actively placing in our way.

We ask that you continue your prayers, and continue to educate yourself about genetic cancers, orphan diseases and people like us, left to be our own advocates, in a world that isn’t overly concerned with how our story shakes out.

While we are in transit, to and from a lot of places we’d rather not be, we talk a lot. Most of it is complicated. But some of it, is quite simply about how a 12-year-old with a vision is going to change the world.

Come join us on FEBRUARY 21st as we try to draw attention to Rare and Genetic Diseases! Beating Cowden’s Fundraiser LINK – PLEASE HELP US SPREAD THE WORD!

Time with "BOB" our favorite entertainer... — Time with “BOB” our favorite entertainer…

The Patient or The Person?

Published on December 13, 2015 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

I am sure I am not the only one, especially the only parent, who struggles daily with wondering if I have made the best choices for my daughter.

Sometimes we argue, and bicker, and I find myself wondering if I am reaching her. Other times I look at all her activities and wonder if she is too busy. Still other times, I look at her and I see those tired eyes, and I wonder what I can do to make things better.

Choices. Life is about choices. And around 12 years old is that transitional time where more and more of the choices become hers, not mine. I can guide, and support, but she is beginning to make more of her own choices, and handle their consequences, be they positive, or not.

She is doing a great job, and truly despite a few hiccups, I could not be more proud. But I will always worry.

The one area though, where the decisions are mine and her father’s to make, are the complex medical decisions. And with Meghan there are many. I have to wrestle with my roles, advocating for her best interests physically, mentally, and emotionally.

This has been a growing process for me, and there has been such a learning curve. With Meghan there is always a medical decision, always a worry, always something that has to be checked out and looked at. Many of these things have potentially serious consequences. But, she is not a medical specimen, with a fascinating genetic disorder. She is a child, a young lady, with hopes, dreams, goals, and emotions. Finding the balance between who she is and what she needs is tenuous.

Sometimes I get it wrong.

This time, I got it right.

The doctors are worried. She needs a biopsy. But, it’s not her first biopsy, and it won’t be her last. There is reason for concern, and we take that concern very seriously. The biopsy was to take place on the 9th of December, the first available. It would keep her from swimming for about 10 days.

She looked at me. I knew in my gut what to do.

No, you’ll have to book her for the 16th. (Even knowing the extra week of waiting would be agonizing for me.)

The doctor looked puzzled. But…

Listen, she has her drama concert on the 10th, and her swim meet on the 12th and 13th. She’s primed and ready to qualify for a championship meet. One week is not going to change that biopsy. You and I both know, it is already whatever it is.

She looked at me. She looked at Meghan.

My eyes locked with my girl. In those eyes she thanked me for putting her the person, before her the patient.

Thursday there was this…

Saturday, there was this…

And before the meet was over she had personal best times in 4 out of 5 events, and 2 qualifying times for Silver Championships.

We have no idea what Wednesday and the ensuing week waiting for pathology will bring.

But, there is a peace in knowing the person is always more important than the patient.

Dear Stress, Let’s Break Up…

Published on November 25, 2015November 25, 2015 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

Because truly I’m getting bored of you. I’d like try to spend some time with Serenity, or Sanity, or Relaxation, or maybe Peace.

I know I’m bad at ending relationships. I get attached even to things that are just wrong for me.

I make excuses. I have a hard time letting go.

And you, well you are relentless. You keep finding ways to get in my face.

Yesterday you played nasty. I had a simple appointment. Do I need the implant replaced or not? And somehow it turned into an insurance nightmare and a need to consult with a new plastic surgeon. The surgery will be. But at least it’s not urgent. Sheesh! I needed to fit in a consult with a NEW doctor? You know how much I LOVE new doctors right? AND EXTRA trips to the city. My complete favorite.

And as I tried to reach Meghan’s doctor to get things scheduled I hit so many roadblocks it was like you were just taunting me with your tongue out. I get it. Long weekend. Except it’s TOO long if you’re waiting on things like this. I cried. I admit it. You got to me.

But you know what Stress? You’re taking up too much energy. And once again my kid set me straight. She swam one heck of a practice tonight. She will swim her December meet. I owe it to HER to work around her passions. We even chuckled, knowing the reality of what she COULD be facing, and the super importance of her swimming, and singing, and acting. No matter if the doctor understands. God help me no matter if it delays things a few days. (Breathe in breathe out…) cause we have to prioritize.

Stress you don’t like focus. You like chaos. You like drama. You like mayhem. I doubt you’re gone for good. But we are so over you.

Excuse me while Peace, Serenity and I dig out the Christmas tree.

I will release you with my mind. I will release you with my energy. I will release you using ADAPTOGENS. I’m really not interested in you…

We’re too busy- BEATINGCOWDENS!

(Breaking the) Code of Silence

Published on November 22, 2015 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

The song by Billy Joel…

“Code Of Silence”

Everybody’s got a million questions
Everybody wants to know the score
What you went through
It’s something you
Should be over now

Everybody wants to hear the secrets
That you never told a soul before
And it’s not that strange
Because it wouldn’t change
what happened anyhow…

…And you can’t talk about it
Because you’re following a code of silence
You’re never gonna to lose the anger
You just deal with it a different way

And you can’t talk about it
And isn’t that a kind of madness
To be living by a code of silence
When you’ve really got a lot to say…

And as happens sometimes when there is a lot on my mind and I’m left alone with my thoughts, music creeps in. Today Felix and Meghan are on a youth retreat with our church youth group. They are spending the weekend. I cleaned a bunch, switched to the winter drapes and started to transtition into holiday mode. It’s been a few tough Decembers. After losing my Dad in December of 2013 and then in the fall of 2014 saying goodbye to Grandma Gen, Uncle Jerry, and our beloved Allie dog, I was intent on getting some time to get my heart and soul peaceful for Christmas. But, despite my best efforts and lots of early shopping complete, my heart is heavy with worry once again.

I know people will say you can’t worry and have faith. If that’s true then my faith needs some work. But, I think its my faith that keeps a leash on worry and keeps it far away from depsair. And for that I am grateful, although things are getting a little tricky here again.

I began this blog years ago with no expectation of personal privacy. I have been gratified by contacts made all over the globe, and have enjoyed having the ability to nudge people towards support or just read that our story gives them hope. But, then I began to write about my daughter. And we had tons of conversations about digital footprints, and things we can’t take back. She has been like a champion, willing to share her story through me in the name of education, advocacy and awareness. She wants a place where people can read about REAL people REALLY dealing with Cowden’s Syndrome every day.

Yet, in her day to day life Meghan is a bit reserved. She is careful with her words, and trusts sparingly. She is constantly aware of the different lens through which she views life, in light of her medical experiences. She is acutely sensitive to the fact that even the children who care, are unsure how or what to do if she talks about her real life. PLUS, so much of what goes on is hard for us to process. There is just no way to expect a typical 7th grader to go there. Heck, I can’t get the adults I confide in to wrap their heads around any of this.

November was supposed to just be me. Traveling to the plastic surgeon to determine if my right implant ripped, and scheduling surgery if needed. I go there Tuesday.

But, November has already been very busy. We met earlier this month with a new doctor, an adolescent gynecologist at NYU. She listened to Meghan’s story. A story that began with what we hoped was just an erratic start to a teenage menstrual cycle. She reviewed the ultrasound from July with the “abnormal endometrial thickening,” and she asked some questions to my girl. Who at 12 is clearly adult size, just shy of 5 foot 7 and a very trim 115 pounds. My girl had her notebook and answers.

Then there were more questions. Because since the middle of August there have been less than 10 days with NO bleeding. So there were blood tests to check hormone levels. And there was a repeat sonogram scheduled.

There was also conversation with this very young, very attentive doctor. A doctor who made no bones about researching Cowden’s Syndrome and telling both of us that she found 2 cases in the literature of Cowden’s patients with uterine cancer – mean age 13.5. Ouch. She told Meghan that she had some investigating to do. And then we would know more. We already had this information stored so the minds race.

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Cowden Syndrome

Approved by the Cancer.Net Editorial Board, 11/2014

What is Cowden syndrome?

Cowden syndrome (CS) is part of the PTEN hamartoma tumor syndrome. Hamartomas are benign, meaning noncancerous, tumor-like growths. Other clinical syndromes that are part of the PTEN hamartoma tumor syndrome are Bannayan-Riley-Ruvalcaba syndrome (BRR; diagnosed in children), Proteus syndrome, and Proteus-like syndrome. CS is characterized by a high risk of both benign and cancerous tumors of the breast, thyroid, endometrium (uterus), colorectal, kidney, and skin (melanoma).

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The ride home involved some of the toughest questions I’ve ever had to answer.

And then the hormone levels came back utterly confusing. The doctor said they make no sense. It didn’t gel with the tickened lining and the bleeding. It didn’t gel with anything.

And the ultrasound Thursday at 4 pm was read by Friday. Warp speed for you experienced parents. The doctor called me at 7 Friday night. The conversation led us to the necessity of a biopsy. Too many things aren’t right. “There is no formula, no plan to proceed in a child this young. We just have to trust our instincts.” I like her. She cares. But again, I’ve been doing Cowden’s longer. I have to be alert.

Welome to my world doctor.

We’ve heard this song before. “Could be…” “Maybe…” “We’re concerned…” and it’s been fine every single time.

It’s just the weather is getting colder, and after school trips to Manhattan hold no appeal. Missing work, making it up, racing to the swim practices she loves. We’ve done this all before. Different reasons. But there seems to be very little real break in between. And the pace is hastening.

This week is Thanksgiving. We’ll put the tree up. We’ll work on some cards, and I’ll help Meghan organize a few more things for the Jeans for Rare Genes Fundraiser.

Monday I should hear about a date for the biopsy. Hopefully. Then there will be at least 5 days after that date for pathology.

And the “Code of Silence” permeates a few other non Cowden’s areas of life.

This young lady I have is strong. She is funny. She is tenacious. She is a swimmer. She is an actress. She loves to sing. She is NOT Cowden’s Syndrome. But IT is trying to play dirty with her again. And I just don’t like it one bit.

We remain BEATINGCOWDENS!

(This blog, like all other ones of a personal nature, was approved by Meghan.)

AND WHILE MEGHAN CONTINUES TO DESIRE THE REAL STORY BE TOLD, PLEASE FAMILY AND FRIENDS, RESPECT HER “CODE OF SILENCE.” SHE WILL TALK IF SHE WANTS TO.

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A Lesson in Brave

Published on November 15, 2015 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

To My Girl,

This week we wait. Again. We wait to see how nasty Cowden’s wants to play, and in what ways you’ll need to show it who is the boss. Again.

You have every right to be frustrated. To be mad. To be fearful. You could be negative, and self-absorbed.

But instead you’ve chosen to be brave.

And I have no words to express how proud you continue to make me every day.

You are strong. You are brave. You are focused. You are successful.

I have learned so much from you, and I continue to learn.

Whatever this week brings, we will handle it. Together. Cause there is NOTHING in this world capable of stopping you.

Just remember if you need a hug, a shoulder, or an ear – I’ve got all three.

Love you my girl,

Mom

Making the Most of It All…

Published on November 10, 2015 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Sunday night, coming home from a swim meet, Meghan outlined her goals. Among them included, “no surgery for a whole year.” To someone who hasn’t had 4 surgeries in the last 12 months, that may not seem quite that important, but to Meghan it was at the tip-top of the list.

Over the last several years she has spent more time living in “recovery” than just living.

She dropped 16 seconds total off her event times at this month’s meet, and 17 last month. Insanity. Except to a young lady who is now growing into herself, and her abilities.

She wants to swim. Hard and often.

She wants to soar academically – no average under a 95 will do for her.

She wants to act, and sing, and be on stage.

She wants to participate in her youth group, and retreats, and live her faith.

She wants to raise community awareness of Cowden’s Syndrome and rare diseases.

She is on the move all the time. I know, because I am with her. Or helping her stay organized. Or transporting her at least.

This weekend we drove 200 miles. Today at least another 60. LOTS of time for car chat. Lots of time to get to know each other well.

Sometimes she drives me crazy. Sometimes I frustrate her so badly she wants to scream. Sometimes she does homework, reads, or works on projects. But, lots of other times we talk. About anything and everything. And as much as I hate traffic, and long distances, I’ve learned to make the most of our time in the car. I’ve learned to appreciate my captive audience, with the realization she won’t be in my back seat forever.

As a matter of fact after today’s appointment, she could easily be in the front seat. All the time. At a very trim waistline, and a height of almost 5 foot 7, she presents as YEARS older than she is. Which I sometimes have to remind myself when I am busy expecting her to have it all together. Sometimes she still needs me to help her along.

Today was the knee surgeon. Six month follow-up. He sees the shift in the patella. He feels the scar tissue, and the clicking. But, he said, she can wait. She can wait until she’s ready before he cleans it out again. With Cowden’s it’s a fine line. How much pain can you deal with? Because every surgery will lead to an overgrowth of scar tissue which carries its own issues. Drag your feet. Know when enough is enough.

Next we will have an MRI to check on the AVM. As long as that’s stable, we should have a bit of time. A bit of time to do some things besides recover. A bit of time to be a bit more like a “normal” busy 12-year-old. Well, like a “normal” 12-year-old planning a fund-raiser for more than 150 people with her favorite Disney entertainer… But, hey, she dreams big.

This kid. My stength. My motivation. My hero. — This kid. My strength. My motivation. My hero.

Tomorrow she goes to another doctor. And about this one I just pray. A lot.

In two weeks I get to remind myself I have Cowden’s with an unplanned visit to my plastic surgeon to question a poorly behaving painful prosthesis.

Plenty to preoccupy the mind. In our immediate and extended family.

One day, one event, one obstacle at a time.

I did start my Christmas shopping. After 2 years of holiday sadness, I am craving joy, and celebration. I am craving the anticipation of the birth of the baby Jesus. I am determined to remove myself from the holiday hustle and bustle. I am determined to set my mind right. Because none of us ever know. Really. And there is no promise of tomorrow. Really.

But organization makes me happy. And it’s about being happy. And making the most of it all. All the time.

The Story of the Girl and Her Mom

Published on October 18, 2015 by beatingcowdens5 Comments

So, four years ago they diagnosed this girl with a rare genetic disorder called “Cowden’s Syndrome.” Soon after they diagnosed her, they diagnosed her mom too.

And the mom and the girl read everything they could find, which really wasn’t very much.

And they asked a lot of questions. Some from the doctors, but mostly from people on the internet who had this Rare Disease too.

They learned a lot. They also learned there was a lot to learn.

They learned about cancer risks, and how very high they are.

They learned about screening tests.

They met lots of new doctors. Some were super awesome, and others were super awful.

They fired the awful ones, and kept the awesome ones.

The doctors sent them for tests, and screenings, and blood draws, and all sorts of poking and prodding.

At the beginning it was pretty much all they had time for.

The girl had lots of surgeries, and lost her thyroid, and then they called her a “previvor” because they said she got it out just in time before it was cancer.

The mom, she had a bunch of surgeries too. In one they found cancer. But she was called a “survivor” because it was all gone. (Thanks to the girl who got diagnosed first and saved her life.)

The girl and her mom ran from doctor to doctor. They sat in traffic for forever. They stayed in hospitals and had surgeries, and tests. Everyone treated them kind of strange. Like they were aliens or something. Their condition was so rare that hardly any doctors even understood what they were supposed to do.

Over time the girl and her mom got a better idea of what really mattered and what didn’t. They started to be more assertive about doctors, and schedules and planning. They started to say, “not right now,” sometimes, knowing that a few weeks wouldn’t matter, but a few months might.

The girl and her mom talked a lot about Cowden’s Syndrome. They talked a lot about Rare Diseases. Sometimes they were really angry. Sometimes they were sad, and other times they were grateful. They saw what some other people with Rare Diseases went through.

The girl and her mom had LOTS of long talks, real talks about tumors, and tests, and cancer, and life.

They worked on some things separately and some things together. But they agreed to get busy living.

That didn’t mean they could ignore the seemingly endless doctors appointments. They all had to be done. It meant they could schedule smarter. It meant they would talk about what symptoms had to be addressed right now and which ones could wait. It meant they had to get really good at communicating.

This isn’t always so easy since the girl is almost a teenager, but they are getting pretty good at it.

The girl had 4 surgeries this year, some more major than others, but she spent lots of time recovering. And she learned that she liked to be busy. She likes to sleep too, but she likes to be busy. With kids. Often. She also likes to be active. A lot.

The girl and her mom still have this Cowden’s Syndrome, and sometimes for reasons no one understands, they hurt a lot. Sometimes the pain makes it hard for one of them to push on. Sometimes the tired almost feels like they can’t go on.

But the girl and her mom, they push each other. They push each other to press on because laying down and giving up is not an option.

Their days are long. The mom works full-time. The girl goes to 7th grade and makes high honor roll.

Their afternoons are full of drama club, the girl’s love of theatre, and lots of swim practice. The days are often 13 hours or more of constant motion.

The girl and her mom, they decided that they might have a Rare Disease, but it definitely wasn’t going to “have” them.

So they decided that whatever comes their way, they are going to be active, healthy, strong, fueled with nutritious food, and built of muscle. This way if Cowden’s punches, they will punch back harder.

Sometimes the mom wonders if life would have been different without the girl. The mom wonders if alone she would have been able to push on.

But she doesn’t have to wonder. Because they have each other. And, because this weekend they spent 3 days at a swim meet. And the girl knocked major time off her events.

And, when they came home, the daddy, who is the glue that holds them together, had warm chicken, and rice and vegetables, the healthy fuel – all ready.

And the mom and the girl were so grateful. For each other. For the desire to fight. For the strength from good food, and faith, and the love of a dad who backs them up every step of the way.

And as the mom drove the girl to youth group at their church, they talked, about the swimming. And about the fundraiser they are planning. So that Rare Diseases scarier than theirs get some attention. “For the Babies,” and so that there can be research for this Cowden’s Syndrome. So that maybe it can get stopped in its tracks.

And as the mom walked home enjoying the fresh crisp air of Fall she was filled with gratitude.

For this story of BEATINGCOWDENS has only just begun. And each chapter holds more promise than the next…

Pause…

Published on August 17, 2015August 17, 2015 by beatingcowdens7 Comments

Sometimes we need to pause. We pause only briefly, with hope of it lasting the whole week, and the reality that there will be interruptions along the way. We pause, knowing that pain is ever-present, acknowledging with gratitude any breaks we are granted. We pause knowing surgeries will always be forthcoming, but for right now they can wait. We pause because with the pace of this life it is easy to miss the little things, the important things. We pause to enjoy noise that is not NYC traffic, or the sound of a doctor’s office. We pause to quiet the phone calls that need answering. We pause so we are better prepared to battle this Cowden’s Syndrome. We pause to remind ourselves of the beauty, within our family, and around us in the world.

Last week we were in Walt Disney World, in Florida. It is our favorite, actually the ONLY vacation spot we have ever had as a family. We are fortunate to have celebrated Meghan’s birthday there for the last 8 years. Disney is crowded, and hot, and pricey, and all the things the haters of the big Mouse want to say. But, to the rest of us, there is a magic – a magic that endures regardless of age. It’s hard to describe it, unless you feel it, but we do. There is magic in avoiding doctors. There is magic in eating safe food from restaurants, and having a bakery that even makes cookies, and cupcakes for your gluten, dairy, soy free girl. So much of what we can’t do during the year is because of scheduling, and food. It seems silly, but with those obstacles gone, it is a recipe for success.

Even the negativity that tries to get at us, ultimately fails – https://beatingcowdens.com/2015/08/09/theres-nothing-wrong-with-that-girl/

The trip was one of the smoothest we have ever had. (Aside from me unpacking late the first night to realize I forgot the enzymes Meghan needs to eat! Fortunately I ALWAYS have extra, and Mom got them overnighted so they arrived in the nick of time Saturday. Tragedy averted. Magical.)

And I was only on the phone with one doctor. Once. The WHOLE WEEK!

I sometimes look at others vacation photos and think it would be nice, and perhaps a lot less costly, to change things up. It might be interesting to see a few new things. I would love to travel the country one day. But, there will be time for all of that – later. For now it’s about magic, and the treasure of having a preteen who still feels the magic in her heart.

Plus, we have some favorite rides…

She's more brave than me, but we DID it! — She’s more brave than me, but we DID it!

Some Magical birthday wishes…

https://www.erinmckennasbakery.com/orlando/

Time with “BOB” our favorite entertainer…

http://www.yehaabob.com/

And a birthday tradition…

A great view…

Spectacular nighttime shows…

And some time to just be 12, all by herself... — And some time to just be 12, all by herself…

There was plenty of time for me to walk. And think about whatever I wanted, or nothing at all. And we three started each day with our Isagenix… (fool me once – but never twice… for those of you who remember last year’s debacle!)

There were days I felt like I could go on forever…

And days to just be a little silly…

And as is the case every year when we pull away from our “home” for the week, I find my heart beating a bit faster. My mind begins to race back on track. And I don’t really like it.

This has been a wild summer. One too many doctor’s appointments, too few days of simple relaxation. And even as I am ALWAYS so conscious it could be much worse, I feel a bit of longing to do it all again, or maybe tack a few weeks on the back-end…

But, time does as it pleases, and eight days from now my girl will be recovering from another hand surgery.

We’ve begun to prepare for fall activities, and we are looking to sure up a date for our PTEN Foundation/ Global Genes Project fundraiser in February.

BEATING COWDENS takes stamina. Fortunately, we’ve got that.

And even more – we’ve got each other. And if we pause for no other reason, it is so we NEVER FORGET…