Scars…

Published on July 19, 2014July 19, 2014 by beatingcowdens3 Comments

There are days I forget.

I forget that it’s not just Meghan, but also me with this rare disease.

As a matter of fact, it’s actually uncommon for me to remember.

Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s maternal instinct. Maybe it’s denial. Maybe it’s some combination.

But then there are days that it smacks me right across the face. And it ~~stings,~~ no, actually it’s more like a scalding burn.

I post mostly about Meghan. She’s my hero. She’s my inspiration. She motivates me to be a better person, every day. But, if I really want this blog to be transparent, and I really want the truth about our experience living with and beating Cowden’s Syndrome to be out there, sometimes I have to allow my own inner self to be exposed.

I feel good. I really do. Aside from a little lag from my thyroid, I am feeling better and stronger than I have in years.

But there are the scars. They hide behind my clothes like a little secret. Cause people forget. And that’s what I want, because most of the time I forget too.

But then I look in the mirror, and I see the scars across the implants replacing the diseased breasts removed in the nick of time. And my shirt doesn’t sit quite right. And it’s probably my own fault, as I refused the tissue expanders necessary for a proper reconstruction. I didn’t have the time, or the energy, or the desire, or the stamina to put myself through the frequent fills, the repeated pain, and the additional surgery necessary for the sizes to be equal. It just wasn’t worth it to disrupt our lives longer.

I saw the plastic surgeon last week. My two-year follow-up. Hard to imagine. She gently reminded me again that she could even things out whenever I was ready. No cost thanks to the positive pathology for breast cancer, and the genetic mutation. No monetary cost. I’m not ready. Yet.

I saw the breast surgeon last week too. I see her every 6 months, so she can make sure nothing sinister is growing behind those implants. The reality and the reminder that as fortunate as I was – I still had breast cancer. And once you know for sure that those malignant cells had life in your body, you never look at things quite the same. “No lumps or bumps,” she happily reported. “See you in 6 months.”

I can’t wait.

And there are the lymph nodes in my neck. They were checked last week too. Sonogram. As long as they stay stable, we can leave them alone. “But, if they grow…” she reminds me every time. Six months for her too.

And my legs. Fitting into the smallest size they have ever in my life the veins are protruding again. The PTEN diagnosis, known for enhancing vascular issues, perhaps the explanation for the vascular problems that have caused 2 operating room visits and 5 in office procedures since I was 23. But, it doesn’t really matter I guess. The legs start with a familiar heaviness. Then there is the throbbing. The last thing I feel before bed, and the first thing I feel after the alarm gets shut down. And the pulsing – like I can feel the blood moving the wrong way through the broken veins. And the giant bulging, from groin to ankle, that makes it a little less fun to buy the shorts in a size 2. I switch to “Bermuda” length and some sundresses. I wait for the word that GHI has approved another vascular procedure.

Not to mention I saw the GYN Oncologist too. Everything ramped up a notch with the “Cowden’s Syndrome” label. There are no “regular” visits anymore. Even with that benign pathology, it’s a forever commitment to the “Clinical Cancer Center” of the hospital. Two years since the hysterectomy too. Time marches on. You can barely see the scars from the laproscopy. But I know they are there too. A few inches under the implant scars. Reminders of the year that changed my life. Our lives.

The week finished with genetics. Our geneticist – found by an incidental internet search at the recommendation of our physical therapist, is a gem of a man. He greeted me with a hug and a smile, and exclaimed that I looked better than I did at my diagnosis. Then he drew my blood. More genetic testing. This time not because of the Cowden’s Syndrome. This time, it is to fulfill the wishes of my father. Wrapping up a genetic counseling visit I completed in April, and after consent was received from GHI, the vial of blood was drawn to test for the markers for pancreatic cancer, the killer of my father, and paternal grandfather, as well as about 15 other markers I probably don’t want to know about. We both said a silent prayer that the test yielded a whole lot of nothing. We hugged again. It’ll be about 6 weeks.

So this morning my shirt didn’t fit quite right. The indentation on the right side was causing the shirt to fit lopsided. And the vein bulging out of my right leg, especially just above the knee was a little too much for me to take. I struggled with my tears, trying desperately to hide them from my extraordinarily observant soon- to- be -11 year-old.

This is the reality she knows we share. Yet, I want so badly to help her maintain some of her youth. Worry free innocence taken with the words, “You have a mutation on the PTEN gene…” and years of her own surgeries have stripped her of some of the privileges given only to the young. There is something about 11 surgeries with no real end in sight, that can leave you a bit anxious.

It only took a minute. Although it seemed longer. A hug from my husband. My ever patient, loving soul mate, who makes me feel beautiful just by the smile in his eyes when we kiss. And it was time to shake it off.

But not without first acknowledging that maybe that was quite a few appointments for a week’s time..

When we got in the car to head to the doctor, the Christian station was playing one of my favorite songs, “Fix My Eyes,” by For King & Country.

There are no coincidences.

And as we sang along, I looked in the rear-view mirror.

“Fix My Eyes”

“Hit rewind
Click delete
Stand face to face with the younger me
All of the mistakes
All of the heartbreak
Here’s what I’d do differently

I’d love like I’m not scared
Give when it’s not fair
Live life for another
Take time for a brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom
Find faith in the battle
Stand tall but above it all
Fix my eyes on youI learned the lines and talked the talk (everybody knows that, everybody knows that)
But the road less traveled is hard to walk (everybody knows that, everybody knows)
It takes a soldier
Who knows his orders
To walk the walk I’m supposed to walkAnd love like I’m not scared
Give when it’s not fair
Live life for another
Take time for a brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom
Find faith in the battle
Stand tall but above it all
Fix my eyes on you….”

Click the image to hear the song…

We spent Friday looking for sites for a fund-raiser for “Rare Disease Day 2015.” We met a lovely woman who was surprised we weren’t raising money for us specifically. We explained that we were grateful. I feel well enough to work. We have good medical coverage. There are so many not as fortunate.

When it gets to be too much, I know to fix my eyes on things far beyond the mirror. I have a greater purpose right in my own house. And WE have a greater purpose.

We are BEATINGCOWDENS… together!

Champions of HOPE

Published on July 8, 2014July 8, 2014 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

It’s no secret that we have been followers of “The Global Genes Project” since our diagnosis in 2011. Meghan fell in love immediately with the denim ribbon, and their slogan, “HOPE it’s in our Genes!” That play on words stuck with her, and the ribbon gave her a good deal of connection at a time when we weren’t sure if we’d ever connect with another soul with “Cowden’s Syndrome.” The connection with the RARE Community at large carried us through those earliest days.

The end of 2011 and well, 2012, and… well, you get the idea… held some tumultuous times for our family.

Adjusting to the diagnosis was not easy. Finding balance within the labels, and the risks, and the screenings, and the surgeries, and the appointments was (and sometimes still is) a struggle. In the months when the diagnosis was at its newest, Meghan’s thyroid was called into question several times. We discovered nodules we never knew were there and learned the early risks of thyroid cancer were real, and ever-present.

She soon underwent the most horrendous of what would be 4 thyroid biopsies over the next 2 years. Scarred physically and emotionally, we began to wonder about this beast we were up against.

In February of 2012 Meghan had her 4th knee surgery for an AVM (arteriovenous malformation) in her right knee. Now convinced it’s stubborness could be credited to Cowden’s Syndrome, the fight to control it’s growth took on a whole new meaning, and we were referred for consultation to Boston Children’s Hospital.

While we balanced the screenings for Meghan, I was sent to my own set of initial screenings. Being 38 and newly diagnosed, I was in the battle full on, and I had had no idea. All the imminent cancer risks associated with Cowden’s Syndrome – except for the thyroid which often comes earlier – seem to peak right around 40. No stranger to doctors, I was trying to figure out how the diagnosis helped explain the roadmap that was my own medical history.

In March of 2012, I underwent what was to be a “prophylactic bilateral mastectomy,” to battle the 85% breast cancer risk I had with the PTEN mutation that caused Cowden’s Syndrome, and my own medical history which had already seen 7 increasingly suspicious breast biopsies. Seven days later, while having my drains removed, my husband and daughter sat in the room as the doctor announce it was a “good thing we moved when we did.” My left breast, the one that had never seen a scalpel, had 1 centimeter of DCIS, close to the nipple and clear of the chest wall. I had breast cancer. They found it by accident. My aggressive, intelligent surgeon, who I met because of my diagnosis, and really BECAUSE of my daughter had saved my life. I needed no treatment.

I left the room that day holding the two people I love more than anything. Unaware of the plans clearly in place for us, I was so filled with gratitude, and so in awe of the reality that if I had never had Meghan, I would have likely never known. And the surgeon’s words, “If we had waited till July like you had wanted, you would have been in a fight for your life,” still ring in my ears. Sometimes you have to stop the “what ifs?” and just say “thank you.”

Ten weeks later I was back in the hospital for a complete hysterectomy. A suspicious uterine polyp, enlarged ovaries, and Cowden’s Syndrome combined again for too great of a risk, and the recommendation was for surgery and quickly.

The shock on my body, the trauma to my family at this point was intense.

I had begun to scour the internet looking for places to go. I found http://www.PTENworld.com and its dynamic young moderator, a Cowden’s patient for many years. I found Facebook, and a beautiful support network there. I found a yahoo group, and a mom there who has consistently gone above and beyond for me, simply out of goodness. Finally, there were real people I could talk to.

One day that Spring I received a Pandora necklace with a pink ribbons on it. After years of advocating for my mother, a bilateral breast cancer survivor, holding the pink ribbons that belonged to me felt strange. Yet, so did the new boobs, smaller, but perkier than the old ones, and all the clothes I was learning no longer would fit quite right. So, I took comfort in that necklace and I wore it a lot.

And one day my very obsevant girl, who was 8 at the time, a few months shy of 9, asked me “What stands for me? The gold ribbon is for childhood cancer, the pink ribbon is for breast cancer, the puzzle piece is for autism. What about me? What about people like me who are dealing with this (Rare disease) every day? I NEED something mom. Not to have a thing, but for my identity.”

Stunned, as usual. I realized I had begun to heal myself, to seek comfort for myself, but I was leaving her behind.

So I happened to be retelling the story at lunch. And my teacher friend, whose husband is a jeweler, and who has a son with autism, really “got it” on so many levels. She told me she’d talk to her husband and see what was around. So I gave her a denim ribbon sticker from the Global Genes Project, and they were on a hunt. Which turned up nothing. There seemed to be no piece of jewelry worldwide to symbolize those with Rare Genetic Disorders. And, with there being over 7,000 RARE dieseases, accounting for almost 10% of the population, to us this was silly.

So my friend’s husband offered to make one. For Meghan. Because if she wanted a piece for her “identity” she should have one. So he did. It took months. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And he was so generous in the donation of his time, all to light up my girl’s world.

Typical Meghan, no less that 5 minutes after she put it on, she started with, “Wouldn’t it be great Mom, if these were available all over the world, and then we could see them when we went places, and we would know the people who have, or love people with RARE diseases?’ And the conversation continued to include asking me to reach out to The Global Genes Project to try and make it a reality.

Well two years have gone by. Felix and I each wear one too. Only 3 ever made. Until recently.

There have been lots of EMails exchanged. Lots of conversations. Lots of people. Ultimately they did decide to have the necklace made, and while the decision thrilled me, I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t disappointed that they couldn’t use our friend, the jeweler. But, business decisions are what they are, and this one was not in my control. And, despite that disappointment, Meghan’s dream, her vision, is becoming reality. We received 2 samples this week, and a “THANK YOU” from the team at Global Genes! The necklaces will be on sale through http://www.globalgenes.org in the fall!

Two years have gone by.

I have developed deeper, closer “long distance” relationships with some “kindred spirits” in the Cowden’s Community – globally!

My girl has some of her own friends with Cowden’s now, spread across the world. She will be 11 soon, and is quite the young lady. She understands life on levels deeper than she should. Most impressively she understands that despite our struggles, there are many in the world who struggle in heart, mind, body, and soul. She knows that “Everyone has SOMETHING!”

This past year she organized an assembly at our school. She worked with Student Council to arrange an evening fund raiser. She partnered with a friend in her own class who has a RARE Disease. We sold T-Shirts. We received intense support from faculty, and parents and students. Every child got a denim ribbon to wear for RARE Disease Day. We sent thousands of dollars to The Global Genes Project.

She has already begun to plan for next year, and wants a much bigger fund raiser. “At a place Mom.” We can really get the word out and raise money. For The Global Genes Project http://globalgenes.org/, and for the newly founded PTEN Hamartoma Tumor Syndrome Foundation http://www.ptenfoundation.org/, another organization close to our hearts.

She has a mind that never stops. She has the heart and voice of an advocate. And this year, she was nominated for the TEEN Advocacy Award at The Global Genes Project. (If you scroll down, the teens are close to the bottom.)

http://globalgenes.org/2014-rare-champions-of-hope-nominees/

Champions of HOPE indeed. So proud of her. So proud to see her name with all the others who have decided to “Do Something.”

“HOPE it’s in our Genes!”

We are BEATINGCOWDENS!

Honored!

Published on April 4, 2014April 4, 2014 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

The video is a little tough at points – but you get the idea.

Side by side with my girl!! LOVE THIS KID!

Rare. Invisible. Real.

Published on August 5, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

Those are the words that come to mind every time someone asks me to describe Cowden’s Syndrome.

Most people, even most doctors, understandably, have never heard of it before.

With an occurrence of 1 in 200,000 that is not a surprise.

There is always hope... — There is always hope…

What is a surprise is on days like today, where the sun shines a bit brighter. The traffic is a little lighter. Daddy is home on vacation. And, we met a doctor who had heard of Cowden’s, understands it, and is compassionate, likable, and easy to talk to. Yep, imagine that? A POSITIVE experience!! 🙂

We saw an NYU affiliated hand surgeon today. I am sure God heard the chorus of prayers storming Heaven for an answer for this kid, and today He delivered.

We were early for our appointment and waited in an uncrowded waiting room, while a pleasant receptionist organized the paperwork.

We were taken promptly at our scheduled time. We met with a friendly, competent PA. She had the hands Xrayed. The doctor was in the room 10 minutes later and immediately had Meghan on his side when he started to talk about two of her favorite things – Disney and swimming.

He examined her hand. He easily recognized the soft tissue tumor that is typical in Cowden’s Syndrome. He told her stories of another young boy he treats with a rare disease who grows bone instead of tissue. He validated her. He was confident. He drew a picture, and explained why that tumor was causing pain.

With every word he spoke her smile grew. The hope went back into her eyes. She waited anxiously for him to tell her he was going to take it out.

She almost leaped up and cheered.

August 20th in the early morning hours. my then 10 year old will prepare for her 10th surgery.

That’s how you know a kid is at her wits end. When surgery is an exciting option.

He told her it wasn’t going to be better right away. He asked if the PT from the letter we showed him (you know – the PT who had it right ALL ALONG! 🙂 could rehab her hand. I told him I was quite sure she could, but I would ask. (Actually – I have no DOUBT she can do anything. Dr. Jill NEVER gives up on Meghan!)

He said the pain may be worse for a bit after he “messes around” in there, but that gradually she will feel the pain lift and the range of motion return. I wanted to hug him.

All it takes is someone who “Gets it.”

We all want to be validated. As adults we often struggle to have our concerns made valid by those we love. When you have a rare disease, where the symptoms are often invisible, you struggle to be taken seriously. People are quick to pass judgement.

She looks fine, why can’t she walk? She must be lazy.

She is complaining again? Attention seeking,

So when you are just trying to have your voice heard, at the same time that you are trying to find your voice -life can feel extra challenging.

Cowden’s Syndrome is a struggle. We are buoyed by the fact that we have each other. I have Meghan as my inspiration, and she has me as her advocate.

I will NEVER give up. She will continue to get the care she needs. She will continue to see doctors who validate her. She will continue to inform an under informed public with her “cards.”

She is my heart and soul, my sunshine. She deserves nothing less.

We can’t change the “Rare.” The “Invisible” or the “Real.” But we can open the eyes and hearts and minds of more and more people every day. Ours is one of so many other Rare Diseases. We are grateful. We are blessed. Even through our pain we have gratitude for our blessings. And we will move forward with our mission of awareness.

Lemons

Published on July 23, 2013July 23, 2013 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

Generally I try to be a pretty positive person. But really I have to say this is getting a bit ridiculous. I am starting to wonder if I am doing something wrong. I mean everything feels like a project, every situation an issue.

Its no small wonder people sometimes tire of talking to me. I tire of telling tales over and over again. Really, I am not a big fan of drama at all.

And yet, as the precious weeks of summer tick by, and one obstacle after another seems to end up in our path – today I did feel like squeezing some of our lemons in a few people’s eyes.

My constant awareness that it could be worse; my attentiveness to the struggles of others is what keeps me grounded, but it may be even more exhausting. The prayers for young babies, and new mothers, the prayers for families who have lost young loved ones to tragedy, the prayers for the young children who are ill, the prayers for my grandmas – all three of them dealing with their own health issues… and the list goes on. I DO know it’s not just us. But sometimes when it seems to be one lemon after another, I get tired of ducking.

I know the saying about lemons, and an old cliche is good now and again…

But sometimes it just doesn’t cut it.

Sometimes lemons are, well – just sour.

My girl has been complaining of her wrist and hand since June 4th. I remember the date very specifically. And it has been a long 7 weeks. The last few weeks of school she could barely write. We tried braces, no brace, resting, ice, heat. Nothing. The pain gets worse. Then the MRI says normal and I want to spit. (Lemon juice in someone’s eye!) Now we wait while the MRI gets reviewed again, and its time to have a surgeon look at what appear to be soft tissue tumors (at least 2 of them) forming on her hand. One has been there since – forever. The other appears to have grown in size in the last 72 hours. I am not surprised they didn’t show up on the MRI.

This is the same child who took 7 sonograms to have her gall bladder diagnosed with “milk of calcium” and after three “negative” sonograms for the obvious mass growing out of her back years ago – the surgeon decided to trust his instincts and ended up removing a sizable lipoma.

This kid breaks all the rules.

And that’s before we even get to the ramifications of the diagnosis of Raynaud’s Syndrome and its implications made off the MRI. ( I guess that means it was … almost normal?)

So tomorrow I will call an orthopedist to check on insurance issues and to see if they will take a look at this kid. (This one comes HIGHLY reccomended! :-))She certainly can’t start 5th grade unable to write, and this can’t go on forever. So, another doctor it is.

It should be easier to get to the doctor after Enterprise picks me up at 10 tomorrow and sets me up with a rental as my relatively NEW car spends one too many days at the “car doctor” who seem unable to fix the problem either.

This is how long I waited on hold – before I hung up the phone and drove there myself…

All this as we clean out the attic to prepare for the new roof to be installed in a couple of weeks, and we wait for the people to call us back about the class action lawsuit that somehow explains the water damage and dry rot in our bay window.

So if I stay stuck on the lemons I may lose perspective, and God knows I need that to get by. Instead of wishing troubles away I pray for the stamina to continue to endure, and endure. Wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s. But, God give me strength to find the rainbows – even in the lemons.

And as I organize my paperwork – constantly – tonight I write a check to support “Alex’s Lemonade Stand.” And I pray for all the parents faced with cancer in their children. It strikes fear in my core, so I do whatever little I can- knowing all too well we can all be tossed into places we would never venture to on purpose.

And as I reflect on today, I guess it was a success. We did get into our much underused pool for some mother/daughter time.

And when all is said and done, and I have had a few glasses of cider, and I can sit down and regain my perspective – I have a pretty cool kid. This Cowden’s Syndrome thing – it really sucks. But its such a part of us now, that I can’t imagine giving it up. We are not defined by it, but it is a part of who we have become.

So in the interim, for those of us who by bilateral mastectomy have gone from a size C to an A cup – maybe this is a more appropriate way to view those lemons.

Couldn’t hurt. Might help.

Keep laughing. Keep swimming. It’s all we’ve got.

A “Guest Blogger” for our 200th Post!

Published on July 11, 2013 by beatingcowdens21 Comments

I wanted to make the 200th post of “BEATINGCOWDENS” extra special, so I asked my (almost) ten year old daughter Meghan to be the Guest Blogger!

1. How has Cowden’s Syndrome changed you?

Cowden’s Syndrome hasn’t changed me. It has always been a part of me. Knowing I have Cowden’s Syndrome has only made me more aware and more prone to understanding my body.

2. What are some things you want people to know about being a kid with Cowden’s Syndrome (PTEN Mutation)?

It’s hard not to be like other kids, but I am really glad all of the problems are found earlier than later.

3. What makes you glad you were diagnosed?

My diagnosis forced me to look at what was good for me and what wasn’t. I had to give up soccer and dance, but I LOVE swimming, and I feel like I am getting better at it every day. I am always trying to improve physically because I need to stay strong. I am glad I found a way to compete with other kids, and not always be last. I am also building swimming friendships.

4. What makes you sad/scared/ or worried you were diagnosed?

I feel more vulnerable, and sometimes a bit weaker because I can’t do everything the other kids can do. I can’t run and play outside like them. My weak immune system causes me to get more viruses, and I worry about thyroid cancer too. I try to find the positive in every negative and I don’t let worry get the best of me.

5. What is the most frustrating part of Cowden’s Syndrome?

I go to so many more appointments than any of my friends, and lots of times we have to wait forever. I keep busy at my appointments with my books, my iPad, and my Rainbow Loom. It is taking up the first few weeks of my summer vacation, and I would rather be home and bored than running back and forth to Manhattan every day!

6. Do you have any kids that you can talk to about your diagnosis?

I feel like I have three kids I can really talk to that understand. My friend Conner is in Colorado. He also has Cowden’s. He is about my age and really funny. Also, I can talk to my friend Georgia in Australia. She is also about my age, and even though we are really far away from each other, she is a very nice girl. I am glad I know her. I have been able to FACE TIME with these far away friends. Sometimes the time difference gets tricky, especially to Australia. The first time I saw Georgia it was 10PM here! We talked for over an hour!

I also have a friend on Staten Island, who I feel like I can talk to. Even though its only been a short time, I hope our friendship continues to grow.

7. What do you hope to do when you grow up?

When I grow up I want to be a genetecist.

I feel like I will know a lot about it. I also want to do agility training for dogs. Right now I have two dogs that I love very much, Allie, and Lucky. I always want to have dogs.

8. How do you plan on using your diagnosis to make a difference in the world?

I plan on making all rare diseases more well known. I want to do a movie night at my school and raise money to donate to The Global Genes Project – they help all rare diseases.

I want more people to understand rare diseases, and do more research so there can be a cure.

But, all that starts with awareness. Last year I asked my parents for something to wear, a symbol (like a pink ribbon) that would represent me, and my struggle with Cowden’s Syndrome. The Global Genes Project uses a denim ribbon and the saying “Hope It’s in Our Genes.” I really like that symbol so Mom’s friend made it into a necklace for me. It is hand engraved, and says “First of its kind.” It is really special.

A denim cause ribbon, crafted after the Global Genes Project's slogan, "Hope it's in our Genes!" — A denim cause ribbon, crafted after the Global Genes Project’s slogan, “Hope it’s in our Genes!”

Mom and Dad have one now too. One day I hope to look across the room and see someone else wearing one. I want the denim ribbon to be as popular as the “pink ribbon”

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Hi. I’m Meghan.

I am really excited to be Guest Blogger. Life with Cowden’s is hard. I try to focus on all I can do, and like to do – especially swimming and reading. I’m an (almost) 10 year old. I wanted a normal life, but really when I think about it my life is the only one I know. Even with its cons I’m happy with it. Cowden’s Syndrome is a real pain,but its brought out the best in me. People need to be aware of these diseases. It feels great when someone understands you a tries to lend a hand.

Thanks For Reading!

Love,

Meghan

Mother, Wife, Teacher, Advocate

Published on June 3, 2013June 4, 2013 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

First I was a daughter. A sometimes mousy, sometimes mouthy daughter. I was respectful, but hated to be stepped on. I wrote letters to the editor when I was annoyed. I let people know how I felt.

Then I was a teenager. I was full of opinions and was quite sure they were all right. I was willing to debate for hours, or sometimes stay really really quiet – stewing in my personal assurance that I was right and they weren’t.

I spent 4 years away at college. Even though I didn’t want to – lol. I will be forever grateful to my stepdad for his insistence that I drive, AND go away to college. I am not sure I would have done either. At college I learned to stand on my own two feet. I met all sorts of people from all walks of life.

By the time I hit my 20s life had educated me some. I still held strong convictions, but I was able to accept that it was ok for others to have their own. I gained the belief that as long as people were respectful – we could disagree.

In my 20s I met my husband. A match that many thought was destined to fail. And unlikely pair we compliment each other in every way. He was my missing piece.

In my 20s I became a teacher. A lifelong goal realized. I worked harder than I ever had in my life to be the best I could be. I recognized the magic of teaching. I became addicted to the “spark” in their eye when they “get it.” I came to see that my presence and my attitude were as important as my lessons. I taught/teach my students, my children – to see the best in others, and to tolerate and embrace differences respectfully.

In my 20s Mom had cancer. And I learned what it was like to be scared. And I learned what really really matters in life. And she fought, and she won. I always appreciated my family, but I learned to appreciate them even more.

In my 20s I got married. I got my Master’s Degree. We bought a house. We tore it apart. We fixed it up again. We got buried in debt. We worked hard to get out.

Then – just about when I was ready to turn 30 – we had Meghan.

Mom said you do more changing in your 20s than in your teens. She was right. But as my 30s come to a close – I think they beat my 20s hands down.

In my 30s I learned to love my heart, outside of my body. I learned that I would never be as important as that little human we created out of love. I learned about family all over again.

In my 30s I learned to live without sleep. I learned to endure tears and screeching and pain as my heart ached for my baby girl. I learned that colic can last way longer than 3 months, and I learned to bounce and rock and sing and move for hours and hours on end.

In my 30s I learned how to balance two full time jobs, as a mother and a teacher.

In my 30s I learned what it was like to be truly terrified, as your baby went into the hospital, and into surgery over and over again.

In my 30s I became really close with God. I learned that my relationship with Him transcends walls and buildings and people. I learned gratitude, and I learned not to be shy about my faith.

In my 30s I learned that convictions can change. And the things I was sure I was right about 5 or 10 or 15 years ago…well, maybe I wasn’t so right after all.

In my 30s I learned that close friends share bonds that go past time and distance. I learned that even though I miss them, they are there when the going gets tough. I learned that EMail, facebook, and the internet, when used properly – are some of the biggest blessings in life.

In my 30s I learned that you have the power to make changes in your life when situations, circumstances or people have you angry, sad, hurt, mad, or generally annoyed. I learned doing something is way more rewarding that complaining.

In my 30s I learned if you believe in something enough, if you believe in someone enough, well even if you stand alone, you have to stand up for them. And I learned that if you do – they will be your friend forever and ever.

In my 30s I learned what it was like to hear the words “You have a Rare Disease.” I learned words like “Cowden’s Syndrome.” I learned about “tumor suppressor genes,” and “genetic mutations.” I learned about risks and tests that could take worry to a whole new level- if I let it.

In my 30s I learned what it was like to hear the words “You HAD cancer.”

In my 30s I learned which body parts are “extra.”

In my 30s I learned – because they made me- what it was like to tell your 9 year old, “The doctors are pretty sure you will have cancer.”

From mousy to mouthy.

From school teacher to Mom.

From “victim” to advocate.

All these things make me who I am today.

So much has changed, and yet at my core, my heart – I am the same.

I feel. Deeply and truly. I care. Often too much. I laugh, and I love with my whole heart. I know pain, and I know joy, and I have been intimate with both. I know fear and bravery. I know that I am not always right – but when I am… watch out. Because little will stand in my way.

I know life is not fair.

I know God is Good.

This weekend I went to 2 wakes. One for a woman who had lived a full life, and another for a young girl who sparsely got the chance. There are too many wakes. There are too many things that don’t make any sense. Too many people gone way too soon.

I can wail and cry and wither away in my sadness. I can let fear win – or I can stand strong.

Cowden’s Syndrome tries to win. It can strike fear in my core with a headache, or the sighting of a lump, or the feel of a bump. But I will not let it paralyze us. I will not let it win.

So we have our team of doctors. We have our visits scheduled. We check it all. Sometimes its tiresome. Sometimes its discouraging. But I would rather be out in front of the boulder – than under it.

This is really how I view the race against Cowden's Syndrome — This is really how I view the race against Cowden’s Syndrome

Through it all I know Meghan is watching. My student – learning from how I react, how I fight, how I handle adversity. My teacher – teaching me bravery, courage, candor, tenacity, and stamina.

I do the best I can to show her that its important to stand up for what you believe in.

I think she gets it. I know I do.

The 30s have been a ride, and I still have a few more months to go.

In my 30s I learned what it was like to total a car. I learned the frustration and injustice that often goes along with accidents that they would like to tell me I am powerless to fix. I also learned that even though there are in fact some things I can not fix – there are others I can and will speak up about.

If you happen to catch this before 10 PM – try channel 11 news “Help Me Howard.” Working with the neighborhood to change a few things at my car accident site.

https://beatingcowdens.com/2013/06/04/howard-works-to-put-a-stop-sign-in-a-deadly-staten-island-intersection/

Advocacy. Empowering. Invigorating. Much more fun than lying in wait.

We have to keep our energy up, standing up for what we belive in while we are “Beating Cowden’s!”

The Grass is Green!

Published on May 29, 2013May 29, 2013 by beatingcowdens5 Comments

Sounds ridiculously cheesy I know. Sometimes the bad things are just crap. And some days just stink. But, not most of them. Really, if I think about it- just a few days now and then really stink. The rest of them seem to hold within them some lesson, some joy, some laugh, some memory – something that makes my spirit richer than it was before.

Don’t ever delude yourself into thinking things are perfect here. That would be a lie. We have our whiny, cranky, in each other’s way kind of days. But that’s not most of them.

Lots of rotten things happen to everyone. But lots of good things happen too.

Lots of rotten things happen when you have Cowden’s Syndrome. Sometimes the key lies in looking at things from a different perspective.

Every moment. Every meeting. Every diagnosis. Every doctor’s appointment. Every report read. Every bill fought for. Every new teacher. Every new friend. Every old friendship renewed. Every miracle. Every ordinary moment. They all bring us to where we are.

Maybe I have watched too much sci-fi with my husband, but to change any one thing, any event in our lives, could alter the course of our lives.

I won’t spend time wishing things away- certainly not the good, and definitely not the bad.

Sometimes the lessons hurt. Sometimes they make us cry. Sometimes, like when we say goodbye to dancing school, and all its emotional joy, coupled with insufferable physical pain, we get a little sad.

Then we say, if it wasn’t for dance, we wouldn’t have learned love of the stage. If it weren’t for dance we wouldn’t have seen a growth in confidence, and an ability to manage a growing young body. Losing dance is hard…

But if there wasn’t Cowden’s, and chronic pain, and an inability to deal with impact – would there be swimming?

Private lessons at a local college start Saturday. Regular practice begins the next month. She salivates when she gets near a pool. She just wants to get better and better.

New sport, new school, new friends, and old ones too. Same old pain. Same nasty viruses. Some things change, and some remain the same.

Sometimes I wish (quietly to myself) that life could be a little bit easier. Then I look at my daughter, and my husband, and my dogs, and my house, and I think – things are just fine right here.

We have each other – for the ups and downs- for the ins and outs.

They say if everyone had a few moments with everyone else’s problems, they would fight to grab their own back.

We are getting by. We are “beating cowden’s”

The grass is green enough right here.

I believe…

Published on May 22, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

I believe that there are lessons to be learned from every event in life- especially the ones that don’t turn out like we plan.

I believe in looking for the positives; when plans change without warning, when people disappoint us, when we are thrust onto paths we never wanted to travel and into circles we never knew existed.

I believe that our indoctrination into the world of Rare Diseases came with an invitation to sit back or step forward. We choose to step forward. I believe we will make a difference.

I believe in prayer, and God, and miracles, and angels – and I am not ashamed or embarrassed to say so.

I believe in a God that doesn’t plan for bad things to happen, and who cries with us when they do. I believe that same God will give us the strength to get through the trials and tragedies and all our adversity – if only we ask.

I believe in angels, and speak regularly of my cousin Meghan, our guardian angel. But, I also believe there are armies of angels around us. I am thinking especially today about the father and his 4-year-old daughter that were hit by a fire truck at the same intersection I had my accident in November. Nothing short of angels pulled them both from the car – shaken and banged up, but very much alive.

I believe in miracles-large and small. I have witnessed at least one large one, when my sister’s beautiful niece pulled through a very scary life threatening virus 2 years ago. I believe that miracles happen every day – all around us. But every day I witness miracles, as the flowers bud, and the birds fly, and the children grow.

I believe that adversity can only define us if we let it. Our struggles surely shape us, as we grow each day – but how we handle them affects us, and the people around us. I believe that Cowden’s Syndrome – through my daughter’s diagnosis, saved my life. I believe that PTEN mutations, and broken tumor suppressor genes are scary – but not “hide under the bed” scary. They are more like “you can try that roller coaster you don’t like” scary.

I believe we are allowed to be frustrated and sad and angry and mad. Every single one of us – sometimes. I believe that life can be very, very, very hard. Overwhelming at times. But, I also believe in doing my best to channel that energy, and teaching my daughter to do the same.

I believe in smiling more than frowning. I tell Meghan that she will draw more people to her with a smile on her face. She listens.

I believe that good things can come from unexpected change. New friendships and old ones become more solid when tested. People you never expected can go to bat for you – and look out for you.

I believe in surrounding myself with people who are “real.” Who say what they mean, and mean what they say. I believe in surrounding myself with people who have all types of beliefs, as long as they have a kind heart and are true to themselves.

I believe in speaking out about my own life, and my own experiences; whether they are medical, allergies, emotional, physical because keeping them inside doesn’t help a soul.

I believe writing helps me channel my own energy into a productive outlet. I believe I will spend every day on this earth in some way thinking, addressing, or working through a medical issue for Meghan or I. I believe – if I stay focused it will not consume me. (Although from time to time I may need some help!)

I believe that people who are only in this life to gossip and spread lies and false information are toxic.

I have made a pact to rid my life of toxins. I believe with a lot of determination it can be done!

Moving Forward

Published on May 16, 2013May 16, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

May 16th for years has had a special place in my heart.

In 1985 my cousin Meghan was born. I was in the 6th grade and giddy to get to know her. I never could have known at the time that her life would be tragically cut short after a more than 4 year battle with leukemia.

"Angel Meghan" - 1987 — “Angel Meghan” – 1987

Her feisty nature, her smile, her spirit, and her strength have always been an inspiration to me, and it was an honor years later, to be able to name my daughter after the spirited young girl who became an angel at 6 and a half, on my 18th birthday.

My daughter carries so many of the characteristics that endeared my cousin to me. She is the same kind of spirit, who lights up a room, and makes everyone smile by being around them. She endures medical procedures sparsely batting an eye, and accepts the reality of her life with grace.

Last year on May 16th I was at NYU hospital, just 10 weeks after my bilateral mastectomy, undergoing a complete hysterectomy. I knew that day I had the prayers of my family, and the strength of my angel by my side.

I have a “thing” for dates. I remember numbers. Maybe this is how my love of math shows through. I like answers, and things that are absolute, or make some sense. Maybe my recognition of dates, and anniversaries is a way of marking time – or maybe its a way of celebrating. These anniversaries that I remember – some sad, others bittersweet, have shaped me as a person. They are all pieces of that every evolving puzzle.

I thought about the surgery this morning. I thought about it being a full year since all my “girl parts” were officially gone. I thought of the perils of the hysterectomy recovery and how in so many ways this was a tougher surgery for me. Then I thought about my relief, and how much less of a cancer risk I am than I was a year ago. And I got dressed with a smile.

I thought about Angelina Jolie. I thought about how happy I am for her – that she was able to make an empowered decision to get out in front of her breast cancer risk. I thought about how happy I am that she has brought genetic testing into light.

But a few things have really bothered me.

PTEN mutations (Cowden’s Syndrome and the sister disorders) carry with them the same imminent breast cancer risk. I myself had been tested for BRCA1 years before I ever knew of PTEN. I was negative. The genetic counselor who tested me did not even have PTEN on her radar screen. I know its rare – I do. But I have to believe this is the opportune time to at least educate the medical professionals, if not the public, on the reality that there are other genetic mutations that carry imminent cancer risks. I am sure there are more that I haven’t learned about yet. Let’s use this opportunity to raise awareness not only of the “popular” genetic mutations, but of the others as well. Had my daughter never been diagnosed, by the well educated geneticist – it is likely I would not be here to write this today.

I am also bothered by the haters. You know the haters. The “Monday morning quarterbacks.”

They have crept out in quantity and I have a few words for them too.

BUTT OUT!

If you don’t like the idea of a prophylactic mastectomy – then don’t have one. Plain and simple.

If you don’t like the idea of a complete hysterectomy at 38 because the alternative was 4x a year – yes you read that right- 4x a year SURGICAL uterine biopsies, then don’t have one.

When you live with the Sword of Damocles hanging above your head every day, when you have to go about your business, and work, and raise a child, and pay bills, and shop and function with the feeling of impending doom that is sometimes hard to shake – when you have a diagnosis of a genetic mutation that is not going away no matter what you do. Then, maybe then you and I can talk.

Until then, wish Angelina a good long healthy life. Look up “genetic mutations that cause cancer” or “The Global Genes Project” or “The National Association for Rare Disorders.” Get a feel for what we go through every single day of our lives.

You probably wouldn’t know us if you passed us on the street. We are some of the strongest and bravest and smartest people you will ever lay eyes on. We stop and smell the roses. We hug. We smile. We laugh. We get how fleeting life is.

May 16th will always be a significant day for me.

But, moving forward -so will every day. The first year is over. Now on with the rest of our lives!

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In case you are interested…

http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/a+sword+of+Damocles+hangs+over+head (Sword of Damocles)

http://globalgenes.org/ (Global Genes Project)

http://www.rarediseases.org/ (National Association of Rare Disorders)

https://www.facebook.com/ptenworld?fref=ts (Facebook Page for PTEN world)