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Getting out of my own way…

Published on January 23, 2014January 23, 2014 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

I am actively, consciously, deliberately, trying to get out of my own way.

I have hopes, goals, dreams, aspirations. I love my daughter, my husband and God and my family and friends.

I want to be stellar mom, an outstanding wife, and a good friend.

I want to be a Christian woman who leads by example.

I want to shout from the mountaintops about the organic superfood changing lives in my house, and giving us energy and clarity of mind we never thought possible.

I want to teach people about health and wealth and how they can go hand in hand.

But I am stuck.

Right in the middle of my own way.

We had Meghan to the neurologist today. We left Staten Island at 1:45 and traveled the approximately 17 miles to the appointment in Manhattan. It took an hour and a half. I just about worked myself into a migraine on the way.

But, fortunately, the torturous migraines of the fall are a memory. Controlled by a medication I would rather her not take. Today we got a dose increase, and something to help her sleep. It should be noted the ONLY side effect the neurologist would even discuss from the medication was drowsiness. HA! Not here. There’s my Meg… doing it her own way.

This was an easy appointment. We were home by 5:30 although wiped out by the journey – all of us. The follow-up is in a few months, the new script is in hand.

They are asleep.

I am sitting at the computer. Thinking. Researching. Typing. Organizing. Planning. Attacking everything. Accomplishing – not so much.

Today I called to reschedule the thyroid surgical consultation. Suddenly 5 weeks seems like a really long time. The tickle in the throat is troublesome. It turns into coughing when she gets nervous, and is only pacified into a tickle by the boxes of cough drops on my counter. I try to ignore the reality that we both know exists. I try to tell her it’s no big deal, and to casually ask her to show me where it bothers her.

“It’s not sore till I cough. It just feels weird – right here.”

And there on the right side of the thyroid is what has begun to feel like a small stone. I try not to let my imagination get the best of me as I picture it pushing on her windpipe.

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “We’ll just get the doctor to take a quick look.”

She’s not dumb. Not by any means. And that is a good deal of the problem. Gone are the days when I could lie through my teeth and protect her from the evils of Cowden’s Syndrome – lurking behind each corner, hiding under the bed, and in the closet. Now the monster is real. And it gives real life nightmares.

So in 2 weeks, on February 6th we will head to Sloan Kettering to meet the pediatric surgeon. No one can be sure what he will say. And I am not sure there is a statement he will make that will soothe me or make me happy.

And the waiting game continues. One appointment down. Two weeks till the next. Then on the 11th I have 3 and she has one. I still haven’t figured if its better to consolidate or spread them out. They just keep coming. One after another…

“Beatingcowdens” will suck out your energy if you let it.

But I won’t. That’s why I have gotten so involved in this superfood, and this fabulous company called Isagenix. Recently they named their 100th millionaire. A school guidance counselor from NJ with no network marketing experience. We three start every day with our shakes. We use the snacks and the meal bars, and the tea, and tonight they both took the melatonin spray to sleep. We are feeling better and better. So in the time I have at night, I listen to podcasts, I learn all I can. And I try to share with my family and friends that I am finally not that sickly little girl they knew. I try to share with them the health and wellness opportunities, and the vision for financial freedom. I am here. I am ready. If they will listen.

And its a good thing I am a master at multitasking, because there are lesson plans to write – for a subject I love across a LOT of grades. Trying every moment to be the best I can be.

As I sort through the last boxes from Dad’s apartment. And I laugh, and I smile, and I cry. As I make binders of beautiful 8×10 prints I found everywhere. As I sort through the photos on CD and prepare hard drives for my brother and sister. And I chuckle at the bills that come in, and I make contact with the members of his platoon in Vietnam, and his old friends – one at a time. Unearthing buried treasure from a man I loved dearly. Not a saint, but who is? And so much wiser than any of us really gave him credit for.

And I make list after list of the things I need to do. In the house, in life, on the computer… Supplements to order, new pants for my growing girl, laundry, and a haircut, and all sorts of other random yet necessary things.

I think about my friends who I love. The ones I never call, or barely talk to. The ones who I text instead of calling or visiting. I think of how busy our lives are… and for what?

Rare Disease Day is coming. February 28th. Our school is celebrating. Meghan is thrilled. There will be Tshirt sales, and a movie night, and proceeds to the “Global Genes Project.” It gives purpose. Hope. A distraction.

Somewhere in the midst of all this I have to stop and wonder. How do people do it?

Our lives have their own brand of busy – a medical type – which may be different than that of my friends, but it bears similarities. Over run. Overworked. Exhausted. Worried.

How do they get out of their own way? How do they manage to keep the balance of friendships and “play dates” for adults and kids? How do they get the laundry and the grocery shopping done, and still find time to play?

I think I am a pretty organized Mom. But yet – I need to use my time better. I won’t part with my writing. That’s therapy for me.

I’ve minimized the clutter in my house (just don’t look in the closets.) Now its time to minimize the clutter in my head.

Cowden’s Syndrome 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.

Rare Disease Day

Doctors, surgery?

Isagenix – health and wealth

Reconnecting with old friends

Making the time to exercise… cause I like it.

FOCUS

Now if you’ll excuse me… I have to find my way out of this maze…

I’ve got work to do!

STUPID CANCER show!

Published on October 21, 2013 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

I am absolutely high on adrenaline right now…

In August the husband of a friend from High School asked me to be on “The Stupid Cancer Show.”

https://www.facebook.com/stupidcancer

I said yes, not quite sure exactly what would be involved, but knowing that it was a rare opportunity to speak to Cowden’s Syndrome awareness.

Tonight was the night.

What an amazing show. I am so glad to be familiar with it now, and you should check it out!

Somehow the words came pouring out. It’s amazing what speaking from the heart can do. I can only hope that someone tonight knows what they didn’t know before.

I find there to be no coincidences in life.

After my segment in the “Survivor Spotlight,” the show focused on toxicity and cancer. Well even though I just listened in to THAT part of the show, I was so in tune to what they were saying.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/stupidcancershow/2013/10/22/stupid-environment

(My part of the show starts at about 11 minutes, and ends around 30 – I talk too much! But I managed to mention my friends at Life with Cowden’s, PTEN world, and The Global Genes Project!)

Near as I can figure these days, breathing increases your cancer risk. But, taking crappy care of your body, eating junky food, and generally being careless, puts you at a greater risk than if you are careful.

There is nothing we can do, especially those of us with genetic predispositions to cancer, to fully protect us. But we can do what we can to help.

There is no guarantee I won’t get hit by a car, but if I stand in the middle of the street I greatly increase my chances.

People ask why we devote so much of our time, energy and budget into healthy food.

Genetics are not on our side. But we can fill our bodies with healthy, pure, organic superfood.

These days the core of the nutrition in our home comes from Isagenix. It does not claim to prevent, treat or cure any disease, but If you haven’t looked yet – now is a good time.

This company provides quality food, and they make it possible for you to afford it, because you can eat your Isagenix for free.

“You plus two, them plus two.”

Well worth my initial investment. Quality nutrition for my entire family.

We are certainly going to do the best we can at all times.

Our health, no guarantee. But we are going to do the best we can to keep that “STUPID CANCER” away.

Catch-22

Published on October 10, 2013 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

A catch-22 is a paradoxical situation from which an individual cannot escape because of contradictory rules.^[1]^[2] Catch-22s often result from rules, regulations, or procedures that an individual is subject to but has no control over.

-Wikipedia

You know a person could go crazy trying to keep themselves free from toxins. These days it seems to be an all consuming, and virtually impossible task. Sometimes I wish I knew a lot less. Sometimes maybe ignorance is bliss. And cheaper. And a LOT less stressful.

But then again, I think my girl would be a whole lot worse off. And therein lies the “Catch-22.”

Meghan has been seen by a “biomedical specialist,” (insert voodoo, witchcraft, flawed medicine – whatever makes you happy) since she was about 2.

Back in the summer of 2005 things were definitely NOT ok here. I knew it deep down where that Mommy gut nags at you. We had speech therapy. We had occupational therapy. And we had a child who had already been hospitalized twice with chronic viral infections, was not sleeping, was not playing, was not talking, and was most of the time flat out uncomfortable. We also had a vast array of doctors who dutifully collected my Co-Pays and did absolutely nothing but tell me they “didn’t know.”

So, I read. I researched. I altered her diet. I added some key supplements. I started to see results – but not enough.

This doctor, whose office we just left a few hours ago – over 8 years since our initial meeting- got to know Meghan. He told us he could help. And he has.

We have worked together through dietary interventions. Supplements. IV treatments. Countless blood tests. And, when we needed it – Xrays, and guidance towards the diagnosis of “milk of calcium” of the gall bladder at age 3.5

He has been my sounding board through lots of ups and downs. I have never, and will never take any one person’s word on what I should do for my daughter – doctor or not – but he is one of the opinions I value highly.

He had the gumption to prescribe digestive enzymes after YEARS of horrendous stool and horrific stomach aches. “We don’t need to biopsy the pancreas. Sometimes we just need to use our heads to see what works.” Not too often these days will you find any medical professional with that confidence or drive to do what is right.

Through the years we have visited his office at least 3 times a year for lengthy consultations. He has suggested countless things to help aid Meghan’s immune system, her pain, her tendency towards chronic fatigue. I have listened to many, and ignored a few. Conversations have evolved over the years as we have each stayed up to date on current research.

The initial diagnosis of Cowden’s Syndrome seemed to bother him a great deal. He was bothered by the ramifications of the syndrome, but also by the fact that there was no way this was “all of it.” Meghan “doesn’t fit in a box,” he would always tell me. Never let them try to put her in one.

And, perhaps truer words have not been spoken. As we have navigated the world of Cowden’s Syndrome, I have been acutely aware that there is still “something else.” But, since we are yet to put our finger on it – we continue doing the best we can.

Cowden’s Syndrome involves screening tests. Regularly. For cancer, and vascular malformations that can form anywhere at any time. X-Rays and CT scans are discouraged because of radiation exposure and a fear that cells can be “tripped.” So MRI is the test of choice. MRI with contrast that is. Gadolinium to be exact.

I’ll get back to why that is important in a bit.

We have spent the last 2 years especially, (but really the last 5 or so for Meghan considering the AVM in her knee was discovered LONG before the Cowden’s Syndrome diagnosis) being scanned. In July Meghan had an MRI ordeal that involved 4,000 images, 3 hours, 2 tubes, and 3 doses of contrast dye.

We have spent the last few years dealing with a rapidly growing child whose pains seemed to be increasing exponentially. We have gone from treating with Advil to treating with 200 mg a day of Celebrex.

We have spent the last few years trying to help her stay calm- only to watch her anxiety mount. In September she was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata– an autoimmune condition that causes hair loss. Fortunately for us it seems to be contained to a small area, but it is an unnerving diagnosis still the same.

We understand the role of autoimmune disease and stress, and toxins. We understand the role that stress can play on a genetic mutation of the PTEN (tumor suppressor) gene. We understand that there is external and internal stress.

We do what we can to control stress on the body. We make sure she has “down time.” We try to help her get rest. We got her involved in swimming, a sport she loves. We make sure she eats a largely organic diet free of the foods she can not tolerate like gluten, dairy and soy. We eliminated almost without exception preservatives and dyes. We bought new pots and threw out the plastic plates we used to use sometimes.

We started giving her ISAGENIX, the organic superfood that is as pure as I seem to be able to find.

And even at that – there is an awareness that we can NOT control it all. There is an awareness that by whatever mechanism that is broken, our girl does NOT detoxify properly. We are aware of toxins in the air, in our soil, and even in our filtered water. We are aware that her body is confused by this world we live in, by the GMOs that are even hidden in her organic diet.

We run, like Indiana Jones, out in front of the boulder, in constant motion. One stride ahead…

Chelation

Chelation therapy is a proven treatment for lead poisoning and poisoning from other heavy metals.

http://www.cancer.org/treatment/treatmentsandsideeffects/complementaryandalternativemedicine/pharmacologicalandbiologicaltreatment/chelation-therapy

The term has been spoken over and over again by the “bio medical doctor.” Chelation is the concept I found every single excuse to overlook and ignore. The idea shook me to my core.

The turning point – Alopecia Areata and the words I had heard him say to me for years, “She is primed to become an autoimmune train wreck. Let’s try to clean her out.”

She went for her first treatment last month. After the treatment there is an 8 hour urine test to measure the toxic metals excreted.

She went for her second treatment today and I got to look at the printout of last month’s urine analysis. So, even as I held her, and she wailed in pain, and two veins rolled before they got a good one, my resolve was strong.

There are several metals that were high. None of that made me happy. But the most disconcerting of all…

The reference range for that MRI contrast dye Gadolinium I mentioned earlier is <0.4. Her output was 190. No I am not forgetting a decimal.

Gadolinium. Necessary for the cancer and vascular screenings set to be part of her life forever. Except apparently her body can’t seem to excrete it.

Catch-22

Keep Swimming…

Stuck in the middle

Published on September 29, 2013September 29, 2013 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

The sermon in church this morning had many parts. And I am never sure if what I take away is the intended meaning, but the idea of being “stuck in the middle” spoke to me.

I don’t mean it in the sense you might think.

See, we are not poor by any means.

We are not rich by any conventional standards either. But, if you asked a person who lives in poverty – well to them we would likely be affluent.

It goes back to a concept that I think about a lot.

It’s really all about perspective.

There are many angles to every situation. The angle, or the lens you choose to view it from determines the outcome, and to a large extent the path you follow.

Now, as my daughter and I live with Cowden’s Syndrome, and all its ruthless cancer causing, malformation growing, pain invoking perils, I do NOT mean that if I look at things the right way, or if I am positive enough that that is any guarantee of good health.

What I do mean is that HOW we handle, not only the illnesses we encounter, but the threat of those illnesses will largely determine who we are, our level of happiness, and the effects we have on the people we encounter every day.

We have all been blessed. We all need blessings.

The middle can be a powerful place to be.

There are choices to be made every day. These choices change our lives, and the lives of others.

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.

The fact that childhood cancer even exists is appalling. Meghan and I live with the imminent threat of cancer in this house every day. I don’t go a single day without remembering my daughter’s namesake, my cousin Meghan taken from us by Leukemia at the age of 6 over 20 years ago. But, we could bury our heads in the sand, or we could choose to try and do something to make people realize the number of lives touched by childhood cancer. We can quietly hope it doesn’t happen to us, or we can help the people it HAS happened to.

Friends of mine chose the latter this week. They scheduled a “Cookies for Cancer” fund raiser, and are donating over $1000 to childhood cancer research. I couldn’t be more proud to call them friends. They said we were their inspiration. I find them pretty inspiring.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month.

I know very few people unaware of Breast Cancer. As a matter of fact some have become sick of seeing the marketing connected with “Pink Ribbons” everywhere you turn.

Breast cancer is an ugly reality. Mom is still fiesty, many years after her battle. Breast cancer messed with the wrong woman there. And me, well, my scars have healed, and I have found all the benefits to these replacements I have to the “superfluous tissue” that was trying to take my life. I cringe when I think of my daughter, and the foreboding reality that this will be part of her journey.

Choices.

I choose to empower my daughter with stories of strong powerful women. Those she knows and those she does not. I choose to teach her about early detection, awareness, and victory. Together we are empowered to TALK about our story. The more people who hear about Cowden’s Syndrome, the more people will realize. Lives can be saved. Breasts, well maybe those can’t be saved – but let me tell you about the freedom of being almost 40- perky, and often braless. I’ll bring you over to the bright side.

Choices.

Meghan’s health has been a struggle since birth. Our treatments for her have evolved over time. Long before we could afford it we took a credit card and a trip to an integrative medicine doctor who is still a huge part of our lives today. We learned that for her, pure, natural, gluten, dairy, and soy free food was as necessary as sneakers and clothing that fit.

Slowly we evolved into a house that ate better. We took what we had learned about Meghan’s needs and transferred them to our own.

Except habits die hard, and in the months following our Cowden’s Syndrome diagnosis, and my mastectomy, and hysterectomy, my husband ate his way through the stress to the unhealthiest I had ever seen him.

Realizing we need him- healthy — all the time. We connected with Isagenix, initially to help him lose weight.

Well he did. Fifty pounds. And its still gone. And then I read and read about the company and things came together for me. I realized everything I had learned that Meghan needed was here, all in this organic superfood. So we bought her some too. And then there was stamina and endurance to complete workouts in the pool. So my husband told me it was my turn. Nutrition, simple, quality.

Choices.

The first 10 months on Isagenix we told no one. Then we felt guilty NOT telling everyone, about the health we were experiencing, The first year we paid for the products, and sacrificed where we could. Now, Isagnix pays us because we share what we have learned and experienced.

This week Meghan’s pain was bad. So much so that she was finding it difficult to walk on Friday. We are trying desperately to lower her NSAID medication, but her body won’t allow it.

Friday I was discouraged – and inspired. Stuck in the middle I guess. I was so heartbroken for her agony, and so proud of the tenacity to get into the day, and DO IT.

Choices.

They are tough to make.

We are faced with countless ones each day.

The choices we make are directly connected to the quality of the life we live. Our desire to do the best we can with what we have, where we are – essentially defines WHO we are.

Maybe we aren’t “Stuck” in the middle, but rather placed there gently through grace.

Choices.

Perspective.

Keeping It Together

Published on September 2, 2013September 2, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

When it’s all about to fall apart, what is a mother to do to hold it all together?

Anything she possibly can!

Months ago I wrote a blog about how Cowden’s Syndrome changed… my phone. And its true. I could not manage the appointments and chronic craziness without Siri, my BFF.

And, when the navigation in my car quits, which it often does, Siri is the one to get me home.

So how did Cowden’s Syndrome change my entire way of eating?

After our diagnoses in the fall of 2011, my dear husband ate his way through his stress. I can’t blame him. Imminent cancer risks for your young daughter. Thyroid nodules galore. Biopsies every 6 months. Vascular problems. Pain. A wife facing a mastectomy, and subsequently a cancer diagnosis, and a hysterectomy. Tumors on her spleen… and the list goes on.

By November of 2011 he was here.

I had known him since 1997 and had seen his weight fluctuate from attempt after attempt to get the stress eating in check. Being a big attractive guy, he was able to disguise his weight very well for most of the “ups.” But I knew this level of yo-yo dieting was not good for him. I also knew we needed him, strong and by our sides.

My husband is soft-spoken, and talks to very few people by his own choosing. I had to get his permission before I hit “publish” on this one. But if you listen carefully when he does talk, he always has valuable advice and a story to tell.

Some time over the winter of 2011, into early 2012… maybe it was right after my double mastectomy in March of 2012, he had a revelation. While sitting uncomfortably on the couch one night, he tried to move a pillow out of his way. Only to realize it was his waist.

A month after that during a physical he left the doctor’s office with prescriptions for his high triglycerides, his high blood pressure and his high cholesterol. Darned if I was going to put MORE junk in his body we went to a trusted cardiologist. He told Felix there was nothing wrong with him that losing 50 pounds wouldn’t fix. He gave him a script for a prescription strength fish oil. We tossed the other scripts in the trash.

That was the moment of truth, and we went on a hunt together for what would help.

Fortune, and opportunity, and the grace of God had placed a new friend in our lives that year. She was a blessing to Meghan, but subsequently to all of us. She had begun her Isagenix journey that year and was seeing incredible success.

For years I knew that diet and nutrition were the key to so many things. Meghan never even spoke until we removed gluten, dairy and soy from her diet at the age of 2. We saw her developmental delays resolve as her stomach quieted. We moved mountains to feed this kid right, and provide her with nutritional supplementation of only the highest quality. As I listened to my new friend describe Isagenix, I heard words I already knew to be true. This company had everything I knew about nutrition – ready to help my husband.

So we started him on the “30 Day Cleansing and Fat Burning System.” Within days he reported feeling better. He was expressing clarity of mind. He had energy. He had less of a desire to eat junk. His palate was changing and he was fighting me for the rest of the vegetables at dinner.

I was amazed, grateful, and impressed. But not surprised. It all made sense. Put maple syrup in your car’s engine and you ruin it. Run it of pure gasoline, change the oil regularly, and you are golden. Why would we treat our bodies any less efficiently?

Over the next 11 months I dutifully adjusted his “autoship” so that the products would arrive at our home ever 29 days. He modified the portions of the program that work for him, and he woke up in August on his 40th birthday 50 pounds lighter than he had been over 18 months before.

For the first time, in the 17 years I have known him, the weight is GONE. RELEASED – not lost. It will NOT be found again.

He tells me this is not a “diet” but a lifestyle change. He will not start his morning without his shake and his ionix vitamin. He will not go more than 3 weeks without a “nutritional cleanse” that is the lifeblood of why this works. (Nutritional Cleansing releases toxins from the body. Without that release of toxins your body begins to hold onto the weight again.)

http://www.isagenix.com/us/en/areyoutoxic.dhtml

After all of this regulating the autoship, and paying monthly for high quality nutrition, some time in May I looked up and realized I was missing a HUGE piece of this.

First of all, I ordered myself some meal bars, a few shakes, and some E+shots. My body, stressed to the max, even though it was thin – needed nutrition badly. I was able to eliminate my diet soda habit – something I had tried to do for years with no success. I can not stomach dyes and junk foods I used to live on. My body just WANTS the real stuff.

Then they came out with a shake that would meet Meghan’s needs.

And then we were three consuming Isagenix, and feeling better each day. What an amazing thing to listen to your ten-year old TELL you when she NEEDS a shake. I am convinced the only reason she can swim the way she does is because she refuels with Isagenix.

So, what does a family benefiting from a product do?

They talk. Finally. After all that I finally got around to telling people of our success. Of the quality of these products. Of the positive life changes.

And people wanted to know more. So I learned more. And I helped them. And they are getting healthy too. What a rewarding feeling.

I have had to contend with the negative folks along the way. The ones who whisper, “That’s a multilevel marketing company..” as if that made it evil?

Yes. Isagenix is a multilevel marketing company. There is no mystery, And no one tried to hide it. There is no one breathing down your neck to sell or share the products, and you are free to purchase and use for as long as you like. We did it for 11 months. But if you share (which is what I learned to do as a small child in school – simply share) and you help others, you get rewarded for that.

Then I signed someone up. And they were happy. And I felt good. And then another, and another.

And before I knew it there was this Visa card on my desk with money on it. Money I had earned from telling our story. Money I can use to do whatever I’d like.

It got easier and easier.

You see people say to me, as I had said to my friend, “I am not a sales person.” Me either. I am sure I couldn’t sell knives, or vacuums, or other random products. What I CAN do is tell the truth. I do it well. My candid honesty ties into my “take me or leave me” philosophy. I have no time for nonsense or drama in my life.

But now I tell people, quite honestly, that I don’t pay for my Isagenix. We eat MORE products than ever, and we eat them for FREE. Now in my 8 years of buying nutritious food, THIS is a new concept.

And I like it.

Isagenix has changed all of our lives in different ways. And we have all benefited. Felix needs to be strong for Meghan and I. And my Cowden’s Syndrome buddy and I, with our tendency towards cancer, tumor growth and a whole host of other problems, need to give our bodies pure nutrition so we have the strength to stay healthy.

We are now, and forever an Isagenix family.

It’s one of the strategies we use to keep it all together.

We can help you too!

That Voice

Published on August 11, 2013August 11, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

That voice. The one we all have. The one my friend whose post I “reblogged” wrote about yesterday,

I have been battling mine. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I don’t. But, I am actively working on increasing my stats.

Chronic illness is, well, chronic. It sticks around even when you’d like to toss it to the curb.

Yet I, as so many other parents, have found an inner strength that comes with managing your child’s chronic illness.

And somewhere after you have been battling for a bit, and your mother’s intuition is fully fine-tuned, and stronger than any fictitious “super power,” you realize it gets easier and easier to take that voice of self doubt and tell it to SHUT UP!

Just this last year alone, as I have adjusted to my new body parts, and my missing body parts, I have come to the determination that despite my gnarled mess if varicose veins- I CAN wear shorts, because – why not?

And I CAN talk to whomever I want about the Isagenix business I am working to grow, because I believe in the products, and they have changed my family for the better. So, why not?

And I CAN blog in intricate detail the stories of our battles with Cowden’s Syndrome, so that those in similar situations have a story to relate to- and others will help us raise awareness.

I am able to stifle that voice when I meet another new, clueless doctor. I am able to educate them, or fire them. Whichever is best. I am able to plow through obstacles wretchedly placed in our paths for the best care my girl deserves.

Yet, there are still times that voice, and all of its horrible, scary, evil “what ifs?” Whispers – no SHOUTS in my ear.

We are still in Disney. I am alone by the pool. I have been here for hours- not without a cocktail in hand. But I am separated from my family because my girl is exhausted.

It’s Florida. It’s August. It’s hot. And maybe it’s just that simple.

But we’ve done this before. This is our sixth time. And this time the stamina is struggling. Late mornings. Early nights. Droopy eyes. And I worry.

We give her the best, cleanest, purest food and vitamins we can find. She sees doctors all over- all the time.

And yet, “Mom I just don’t feel right.”

My heart sinks.

I brought her cookies tonight- a trip to Downtown Disney alone because she just “couldn’t.” The gratitude in her eyes worth every one of my extra steps.

There is no fever. Maybe her Dad is right. Maybe I worry too much.

But we have only seen one night show- unheard of for us. I am starting to wonder what will happen when school meets PT and swim practice!

Or, maybe I remember too much. Or maybe I know her too well.

Motherhood carries inherent risks- among them constant worry. So Cowden’s or not- I am confident I am not alone in my anxiety.

We want what’s best for them. We want to help them. They are our lives, our air, our breath.

I have got that voice in much better control than ever before. On this though, I am not alone in wondering if I will ever get it to SHUT UP!?

Tick Tock

Published on July 26, 2013July 26, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

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.”

We took away soccer.

We took away dance.

We can’t take away swimming.

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.

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.

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….

Finding the Rainbow

Published on June 26, 2013June 26, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

My mom has always loved rainbows. I mean she REALLY loves them. She would take us all outside when we were younger to look at them after a storm. She would sometimes pull the car over so we could see them. I remember always knowing they were special. But, like so many things in life I think I am only starting to “get it” now.

What a June this has been!

There has been rain and more rain. It only started to feel like summer a few days ago. And while I am sure we will all be complaining of the heat soon – it is nice to see some sunshine.

As I walked out of my house to make a quick run to the store tonight there was rain. Lots of it. I went back in for my rain coat. I had to be ready to pack lunch for Meghan as we head to her appointments tomorrow. So, I had little choice.

As I was listening to the all familiar sound of the wipers on the windshield, I found myself looking for the rainbow in the sky. There was sun, there were clouds. There was rain. I knew I would find it if I looked.

I thought about these last – almost 2 years since the Cowden’s diagnosis. I thought about the twists and turns and sleepless nights. The days when I was sure the sun would never shine again. Yet – somehow it did.

I thought of my husband. My strength in tumultuous times. I thought of how he began school 2 years ago this week, setting out for his electrical licensing exam, never knowing three short months later life would be forever altered with mine and Meghan’s diagnoses.

I thought about how the course that was only supposed to take a few months, and the test that should have been in early 2012 ended up being in January of 2013. I thought of him trekking to school two nights a week, and studying every spare moment. I thought of how flat out proud we were as he passed the written exam with ease.

Through tests, surgeries, scans, cancer, agonizing waiting – he persevered.I am not sure I could have kept my focus. But he took it a step further.

Perhaps it was out imminent family health crisis, or maybe his own internal motivation, in June of 2012 he began his journey towards better health on Isagenix.

While continuing in school and under extreme stress, he has managed to lose, and maintain the loss of about 45 pounds.

He took the second and final part of the exam on June 4th. The passing score came in the mail Monday. Now all that stands between him and his Mater Electrician License is some tedious NYC paperwork, and undoubtedly some more fees…

As I looked for the rainbow I couldn’t help but think, that even though they are sometimes hard to see, and even thought the days are sometimes dark and cloudy – they are there. They wonder, the beauty – all perfectly placed to be appreciated. If we look…

Tonight's rainbow 6/26/13 — Tonight’s rainbow 6/26/13

I am so proud of my husband. I am so grateful that he is so often the rainbow on that cloudy day.

My mother taught me to look for rainbows. I get it now Mom. I get it.

My husband helps me find them.

I am a lucky girl.

Thyroid sonogram tomorrow – 10 AM.

We’ll be looking to make our own rainbows along the way.

Keep on, Keeping on!

Published on May 20, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Several months ago I wrote about “The Beginning of the End” Meghan was having trouble keeping us at dancing school. The pain kept getting out in front of her.

https://beatingcowdens.com/2013/03/25/i-fear-this-is-the-beginning-of-the-end/

While in some ways the decrease in stress these last few months, plus the return of Physical Therapy twice a week, have helped her pain – but, it became increasingly evident dance was just not meant to be.

She was sick, and missed class. Then she was hurting, and missed another class. She missed the dress rehearsal and trophy night because she was home from school with a low fever. Always seems to be something.

So as we headed out to “Candyland” yesterday morning, we all knew it would be her last recital. The dancing takes a toll on her joints that it would be foolish to keep repeating. But, that didn’t dampen the mood on the soggy Sunday. Meghan was ready.

We started her day with the electrolytes from Isagenix that help her so much. Then we left her backstage at the theatre with all the other dancers.

It can get long when your dancer is in number 25 in a show of 27 acts, but I find the other dances entertaining, and before we knew it – she was on stage, ready to shine.

There was no pain evident in that body as the rush of being on stage overwhelmed her. She smiled and moved in ways my body just never could – or would.

When I met her at the stage door to bring her to her waiting father and grandparents, I had some flowers in hand for a job well done. She knew this was it for her, but as always – she kept looking forward. “I will get on stage again Mom. Maybe in Junior High, maybe in a theater program. I can’t keep dancing, but I love the stage.”

We took lots of great pictures. We cherished the memories. We enjoyed a nice lunch of Gluten Free pizza.

Yesterday was a rush

Today came the pain. The elbows, the knees. An epsom salt bath, and some relaxation. It helped some, but its hard to tell. She is so used to the pain.

And as she headed to bed, “How many weeks until my swim lessons start?”

Cowden’s Syndrome, you SOB. You may have me exhausted, but you picked a worthy adversary in my girl. She will not go quietly. She WILL win.

“Beatingcowdens” Not just a blog title, but a way of life.

Prophylactic Bilateral Mastectomy – Not just for the movie stars

Published on May 14, 2013May 14, 2013 by beatingcowdens8 Comments

I have been busy this week – working a on a few new projects. Trying to find some distracting hobbies. I need a few things to every once in the while take the focus off the imminent cancer risks plaguing Meghan and I every second of every day.

So, I started talking a lot about Isagenix, the product that did so much to give my husband back his health, and to help him lose over 30 pounds in the process.

This week I have signed up four friends to try to get healthy with Isagenix, and I feel good about advocating a high quality product.

http://meghanleigh8903.isagenix.com/us/en/landing_cfl.html#

This week involved hosting an anniversary party for two overly deserving parents. It also involved some run of the mill nonsense – dealing with ridiculous medical bills and the like, from people who will never “get” what it means to have to spend every day of your life out in front of a chronic, potentially life threatening rare disease, PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome – or Cowden’s Syndrome, as we usually refer to it.

I do my best every day, to raise awareness of what it is like to live with a rare disease, a genetic mutation that predisposes my daughter and I to so many cancers. I do my best, wearing proudly our denim ribbon, and sharing ribbons with friends and family, to educate the community on our, and other Rare Diseases.

Now, I know its slow going, but I am confident that more people in our community have heard about Cowden’s Syndrome than just a year ago. Of that I am sure. And we will continue our grassroots effort – one person at a time. Until hopefully, one day everyone will know of the “Global Genes Project,” and the 7.000+ Rare Diseases besides ours that are out there.

Today I sat down at a scoring site for the State Math Exam, and two girls I never met before feverishly gushed over the bravery of Angelina Jolie. Having heard nothing of the story, I asked what all the fuss was about.

“She had a preventative double mastectomy because she has a gene that makes it more than 80% likely she will get breast cancer. She is so brave!”

I smiled in spite of myself. I smiled in spite of the irony that had me wearing the T shirt “Yes, these are fake – the real ones tried to kill me!”

I smiled because I thought it was great that Angelina was well and had gone public.

“You know she decreased her breast cancer risk to under 5% now? She is so brave! I can’t imagine anyone doing that!”

I still kept quiet. I quickly checked my Emails to reveal that the blogs I follow regularly were all over the Aneglina story and had eloquently covered it. I listened some more.

Finally, almost on cue, they got bored with their story and asked me about my necklace – the denim ribbon.

I told them I my daughter and I had a rare genetic disease. That the denim ribbon was the symbol for rare and genetic disorders. They asked what the name of it was. So as I identified “Cowden’s Syndrome,” the expected reply was given. “I haven’t heard of that.”

“Well,” in my most succinct conversational tone, “PTEN is a gene that stops tumor growth. Ours is broken so we are more likely to get cancerous and non cancerous tumors all over our bodies. Especially in the breast, thyroid, and uterus.”

“YOU MEAN YOU HAVE THE SAME GENE BROKEN AS ANGELINA JOLIE???”

(Having not fully read any article I quick double checked my suspicions and confirmed,) “No, she has a mutation on the BRCA1 gene. My daughter and I have the same 85% risk of breast cancer, as well as countless other elevated cancer risks.”

“Well if you ever have to get a mastectomy at least you’ll know Angelina did it.”

You know I never much followed the stars. And I am so grateful for Angelina Jolie for being brave and going public. But there is so much more people need to learn. Nothing comes in neat little packages. Nothing.

I stretched out my shirt so they could read. “Yes – they’re fake , the real ones tried to kill me!”

“I had my double mastectomy. Last year. They found cancer. And I am ok. Genetic mutations aren’t just for movie stars. Bravery isn’t just for those who have wealth and power. There are more of us than you think.”

I was grateful when the tests arrived at the table. It changed the conversation. People don’t want to talk about cancer. Especially not young women with genetically caused cancer. It makes them uncomfortable.

I am glad Angelina Jolie went public. I just wish the public would open their eyes to the realities that are undoubtedly right next to them every single day. It doesn’t take a star. Just a conversation.

Let’s talk. Let’s listen. Let’s learn. We can save lives.