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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.

“Count Your Many Blessings…”

Published on May 12, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

“Count your many blessings, count them one by one. Count your many blessings see what God has done…”

The song has been stuck in my head all afternoon. I remember as a youth singing the song in church. I must have sung it plenty of times, because the lyrics are stuck in my subconscious. And, as things int he subconscious tend to do – they often pop out at just the right time.

A busy weekend full of blessings.

Saturday we celebrated the anniversary of my Mom and StepDad. 25 years is quite a milestone, and we were so thrilled to celebrate with family and a few dear friends.

What a blessing that among the guests we had Grandma and Pop, and Grandma Hansen. Although we missed Grandpa Hansen we were so thrilled to count our blessings together.

Mother’s Day morning I woke alongside my awesome husband. I was greeted by my beautiful daughter and lots of hugs and kisses. Some hand made cards, and a few nice gifts and we were off to church.

We traveled after church. to visit with Felix’s Mom and Dad. We endured the (It could have been worse) Belt Parkway and spent some time with his parents, sister and nephew. Felix’s Grandma passed away just a few short months ago, so this day was especially difficult for his Mom who was very close to her Mom.

On the return trip we make a quick visit to my mom and got to see the grandparents again. How many 39 year olds can kiss a few Grandmothers on Mother’s Day?

How lucky am I to hug my Mother – a feisty lovable survivor of cancer and life? How blessed am I to have her in my life -by my side?

As we headed home, absolutely exhausted. That song started in my head.

“Count your many blessings…”

I thought of the friends I have who are desperate to be mothers. The friends who had to struggle to have the children they have. The friends who have miscarried, and friends whose young children live in Heaven. I thought about friends who miss their Moms, whose hearts ache every day at the loss – whether it was last week or a decade or more ago. I thought about my friends who never got the years with their grandparents that I have had.

Shame on me for feeling tired. How lucky am I to need a list to shop for Mother’s Day Cards? How fortunate am I to have so much visiting to do that I can sparsely fit it all in?

One might think Mother’s Day is for relaxing – or spending quiet time alone. But, I am aware that those years will come all too soon. For now – let me run, and visit, and hug and chat. Let me relish the moments in a life that is fleeting.

I kissed my little girl tonight. I held her almost 5 foot frame and cuddled her as best I could.

She won’t be in school tomorrow. A rampant virus, and her rotten immune system are not a good match. She won’t plant with her science class the way she likes to. She won’t play in the yard with her friends.

Tomorrow will be yet another day in the complicated life of a little girl with a multifaceted Rare Disease. A day of differences and disappointments. A day she will handle with the same graceful smile she uses for every other aspect of her life.

My daughter is the one who reminds me to count my blessings.

And, oh do I have many!

History – Where it all began

Published on May 1, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

Yep. That’s what it is. It’s history. The story of our lives for the past year. It started in a small blog I shared only with a few friends. It blossomed into a WordPress blog with 50 followers, and a Facebook group with over 225.

I am humbled really – that anyone is even interested in our story.

I am grateful and excited for what we are doing to raise awareness of rare diseases like our Cowden’s Syndrome.

I wrote my very first blog post on May 9th of 2012.

Very few of you were with me then – but this is where it all began.

For the next two weeks I plan to “replay” some of my favorite/most informative blogs from the early days.

Hope my nostalgia doesn’t drive anyone away!

CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW FOR A TRIP BACK TO MAY OF 2012!

https://beatingcowdens.com/2012/05/09/

The Circle of Three

Published on April 14, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

My heart and soul. My circle of strength.

A few weeks ago Felix mentioned he might like to have a denim ribbon pendant to wear.

They are modeled off the Global Genes Project logo, “Hope it’s in our genes!”

He wanted to be able to show his support for Meghan and I all the time.

So, we had another one made and I gave it to him for our anniversary.

I didn’t imagine the effect it would have on me.

What a magical thing to see the ones you love most joined with a symbol of support.

Symbols are just symbols I know – but what they symbolize can still be powerful.

Felix gives us the motivation, the strength, and the courage to say “I can.”

He makes us laugh. He holds our hands.

He is as much a part of this Cowden’s Syndrome journey as we are.

We are three but we are one.

Now, near or far we remain connected.

There are no “superpowers” in these denim ribbons…

Well, unless you count LOVE, GRATITUDE, COURAGE, STRENGTH, and HOPE!

Our Digital Footprint

Published on April 13, 2013 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

Tomorrow Felix and I will be married 13 years. While in some ways 13 years seems like a long time – in other ways I sparsely remember that there was life before I married my best friend.

And as compatible as we are, anyone who knows us is aware that we are as different as day and night in so many ways. One of those ways is the internet.

I facebook. I blog. I Email. I communicate with people I know well, and people I have never met. He doesn’t. He communicates live and in person (and sometimes on the phone) with the small circle of people he loves.

In the world of digital footprints, I have to imagine that mine and Meghan’s are substantially larger than that of my husband. And with that knowledge comes the need to sometimes remind myself of what I already know – there is no privacy on the internet.

We live in a suburb of a big city – unique in the fact that 6 degrees of separation can easily be played – and usually can serve to connect “natives” in far less than 6 tries.

That means, that every post, every writing, every thought, every sentiment that I choose to make public will be read by people who know me, people don’t, people who like me, and people who don’t.

I have begun to “clean up” and clean out my private facebook account. Life is about balance. My husband wonders why I want to stay connected to people I don’t see or even know. Well, many of them hold a special place in my heart – whatever the reason. Many are very dear to me. But, some I really wouldn’t know if I passed them on the street. Do they care when my girl is at swim practice? Or that my anniversary is tomorrow? Or that we have a new church? Or a new school? The answer truly is – probably not.

So how does all this connect to Beating Cowden’s?

Well, here’s how I see it. I started this blog to raise awareness of a Rare Disease. – one that has changed my life and that of my daughter, and my whole family. I wanted to get the word out that this 1 in 200,000 disorder was wreaking havoc on our lives, and we are working to control it.

Then, as I became more educated, I wanted to expose people to the world of Rare Diseases. The reality that we are among the lucky ones has been a potent lesson.

I want people to know that Rare Diseases are not always visible. That even though we don’t “look sick,” the suffering is part of daily life.

These realities have made some people uncomfortable, and have brought some others closer to us. Lessons learned. Life changes.

So when I blog, I try to focus on my own experiences, but without fail they are intertwined with Meghan’s. What can I do to protect her? Not too much.

She wants this blog to continue. She is proud to be part of an awareness raising effort. So, I have given her editing privileges and the constant reminder that once I hit “publish” I can not take it back.

I think in some ways this level of awareness will help her – when she takes more control of her own digital footprint.

“Beating Cowden’s” is about our daily struggles – sometimes with doctors, our bodies, medical tests, surgeries, and just people in general.

I have thought so much about privacy, and how it is almost a work of fiction these days. I have worried about hurting people’s feelings on my private page – but I am starting to get over it.

If you make a conscious choice to put yourself out there – there has to be a purpose. And, you have to be willing to stand behind every word you type.

There is no privacy on the internet.

Beating Cowden’s will continue as a means to raise awareness of a virtually unheard of Rare Disease.

My own personal Facebook page will take a bit of an overhaul in the next few weeks.

Don’t take offense.

I am just getting our feet ready for spring!

I fear this is the beginning of the end…

Published on March 25, 2013March 25, 2013 by beatingcowdens5 Comments

… of dance class that is.

It sounds so dramatic. I guess maybe its not such a big deal. But today it feels like one more thing on a list Cowden’s Syndrome has robbed her of.

Meghan was never going to be a performance dancer. She wasn’t going to do ballet for hours. But, for the last 3 years, she has taken one dance class a week.

First recital - 2011 — First recital – 2011

Hip Hop.

Not because she knows the music, but rather because they dance in sneakers – and that is better for her joints.

I can’t say enough good things about the studio. The owner is a compassionate, kind, professional, lovely woman who strives to make every child feel like a million bucks. She revels in their accomplishments. She celebrates every ability level. She truly loves children, and dance.

This place is the perfect fit for Meghan.

Her joints acted up in the fall. She missed a month before she could get it back together. No worries – no sweat.

A few weeks ago she twisted an ankle at dance. Xrays, a sprain. A week or two off.

Then there was the shoulder thing. Not dance related – but it still cost her some time.

And then tonight. I picked her up from class and her flushed face told the story before her teacher had to.

“She hurt her hand, but we don’t know how.”

I do.

EFF YOU COWDENS!

So, I took her home. There was a shower, and some ice. Nothing more than a light sprain I am sure. But her back hurt too. So we put her to bed very gently. And we spoke about maybe finding ways to increase swimming instead of maintaining dance.

The recital though is such a rush. She loves it. She loves being on stage – the energy. The celebration.

On stage - May 2012 — On stage – May 2012

Physical Therapy tomorrow morning. We will let Dr. Jill input her thoughts – although I already know them.

She is pretty good when she dances. She is a quick study. She has made so much progress. And she has some moves. (Those are NOT from me!)

She will ultimately get to decide. Although its probably for the best to back out now – before she really gets hurt. The final decision will be hers. So I say.

In reality the final decision has been made by Cowden’s Syndrome, and its ruthless attack on her joints and muscles, and connective tissue.

She is resting peacefully – for now. But I am cranky.

Things tend to work out as they should, but I am still waiting for this little girl…(young woman…AAAKK!) to catch a break…

Thinking outside the box

Published on March 22, 2013 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

And so began the week that was.

A “simple” annual review – not so much. But that’s OK. Mamma Bear remained calm. I am most strategic that way.

I am however exhausted, and facing another battle.

It was a bit of a struggle to keep the chin up this week, as I often felt like her:

But, I didn’t act like her. Not even once. (Well once I cried – but I got yanked past it.) And that’s about all of that story I can share here, for now.

But these last few ~~weeks~~ months, have left me with a lot of questions.

See, there is this constant battle to do what is right, or what I perceive to be right, as I advocate for Meghan, and for my family. But inevitably, because I am so introspective – I am left with a ton of questions at every fork in the road.

Last week when we took her to 4 doctors and an ER about her shoulder, I ended up being told I went to the wrong ER – that we didn’t belong there. But it is a cancer center, she is already a thyroid patient there, and my child grows things. While we are blessed that none have been cancer yet – I am not of the “wait and see mentality.” But, still I paused and wondered if I had done something wrong.

In the end, the rheumatologist gave her a muscle relaxant. We began rehabilitative PT and I am seeing progress. The shoulder and neck remain wickedly sensitive – but she has back almost full range of motion.

Still we watch the lump behind her shoulder blade, in hopes it continues to decrease in size and doesn’t turn out to be the “soft tissue tumor” we were advised to look out for.

Really – no one has even a bit of a clue. And it is often just downright exhausting.

Physical Therapy this week was refreshing. At least I deal with professionals who have made themselves aware of Meghan’s needs and focus with a goal of eliminating, or severely managing, her pain. Thank God we found them.

Because of them, Meghan will swim in her meet tomorrow. No freestyle – it hurts the neck. But that was OK with her.

Backstroke seems by far to be her favorite. I love watching her swim. She seems so at peace.

It gives me a time to break from all the questions. The wondering. The worry.

It is easy to doubt yourself sometimes when so many things are changing at once. Whether you are precipitating the change, or reacting to it out of necessity, when there is so much at once I think it is normal to wonder.

We are not super difficult to get along with. Yet we go through doctors like a toddler goes through shoes. We have very few close friends – confidants to be trusted. Those who will be honest and open minded. We spend a lot of time alone. We get along really well – thank goodness.

I think what we look for is doctors, friends, associates, people who can practice:

I just wish there were more. No one really fits in a box. And that’s not just us, and our “rare disease.” Everyone is unique, and special. Everyone needs to be looked at with a fresh pair of eyes. Everyone needs to be viewed through the perspective of the other person. Only when we start to look at things through someone else’s point of view do we solve anything.

It is the outside the box thinkers that solve IEP problems, medical problems, friendship concerns, desires to make the world better…

Daring to think outside the box is risky. It is hard. It is necessary.

Especially in this season of “test prep” where I have seen this scenario one too many times…

Mine, yours, all of them – they are individuals. They have specific needs. We should never be discouraged when advocating for them and their needs.

In many cases – we are their only voice. We MUST think outside the box for them.

Life Lesson – Character

Published on March 9, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Maybe the hardest part about being a kid with Cowden’s Syndrome, is trying to be a kid.

I wouldn’t know. My diagnosis came way after I was a “kid,” although I might say that it was never easy fitting in being the kid who was always at the doctor or in surgery – for something.

Meghan has kids who like her, but precious few that she calls friends. The girls she is close to are lovely through and through. I find them similar to Meghan in developmental exposure to the real world. They still know how to play dolls and be kids.

This week the swim meet was against the team of one of those friends. This is a young lady who has been to my home, and Meghan to hers. She chose to write a book about friendship and dedicate it to Meghan. They took countless swim classes together. So, the fact that they would be competing, in some of the same events today, caused anxiety for Meghan.

She worried about losing – and about winning. She wasn’t sure how to digest either one.

After the race where she took second and her friend took third, her dear sweet friend, half Meghan’s size, stayed behind to try to help Meghan out of the pool. I wanted to hug her for being so graceful and such a lady. That little girl, whom I always respected, gained my admiration forever right at that moment. It spoke volumes of her character.

So as we replayed the meet in the car on the way home, Meghan was pleased to have placed well. It was only her second competitive meet ever, and she was enjoying the feeling of competition. We didn’t dwell on it, and after a shower we were off to buy some shoes for Easter, and a sweater too.

Imagine then my surprise when I overheard her on the phone with another classmate bragging about her win over her dear friend.

When the conversation ended we spoke and there were tears. She was just so proud to finally be successful, she forgot herself. Now she was just beside herself. She was worried her friend would find out she had bragged, and was terrified at losing her friend over nonsense.

So, she did the bravest thing I could have imagined. She called her friend, and confessed. Knowing she might never get caught, she could not live with the fact that she had been disrespectful to someone she held so dear. So, in between sobs she told her friend the whole story. And she apologized.

I am sure she won’t do this again any time soon. She was devastated.

And her dear friend – I expected nothing less – greeted her with a pure and forgiving heart. Turns out she herself had once bragged, apologized, and been forgiven.

I love it when a story ends well. Life lesson taught. All friendships in tact.

This is it!

Published on February 27, 2013February 27, 2013 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Yesterday was another trip to the rheumatologist. She is lovely, but hasn’t a bit of a clue why Meghan’s pain persists – often through the Celebrex, and ALWAYS without it.

She prescribes the medicine. She examines her. She sees no signs of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis.

We speak for a little bit about Cowden’s Syndrome, her thyroid, and some of the other battles she has endured. I ask the doctor if this could all be related.

And she, candidly, honestly replies, “I don’t know. I am starting to think there is some link, but I don’t know enough about your syndrome to put it together.”

Well at least she is honest. But it is tiresome. The traveling. The doctors. The lack of answers.

So tonight, as I gave Meghan Tylenol after swim practice because the knee pain wouldn’t cut her a break. We turned our thoughts to tomorrrow, and the 6th Annual World Rare Disease Day.

This year’s motto is “Rare Disorders without Borders.” It got Meghan and I to thinking about how nice it would be if doctors in all the countries would share their research. There are so many rare diseases throughout the world. So many more dire than our own. There are so few people even looking for cures. As she chats and gets to know a girl in Australia with Cowden’s, we can’t help but think about how much more voice each of our disorders would have “without borders.”

http://www.rarediseaseday.org/solidarity (This link takes you to a video on Rare Disease Day)

We talked a little about the newspaper article, and how it has helped spread awareness in out community. We talked about all the ribbons we have made and distributed, and how nice it will be to see them tomorrow, and know we are not alone. We have raised awareness of Rare Diseases, and we have only just begun.

http://www.silive.com/northshore/index.ssf/2013/02/staten_island_9-year-old_and_h.html (This is a link to our article from the SI Advance – February 20th)

Meghan, and her determination will see her dream of the “One of a kind” necklace with the Global Genes Project Logo, find its way into their new store. She will see more and more people recognizing that “Hope is in our Genes,” and the denim ribbon gives an identity to those who too often have none.

Tomorrow people will understand what it means to “Wear That You Care,” as they don their jeans locally and globally.

My daughter, one of the compassionate people I know, is also the least judgmental. She is kind. Because she knows what it means to need kindness. She is kind because she has faith, and wisdom gifted to her. She is kind because, “You can’t tell by looking at someone if they are sick or in pain.”

We share a genetic mutation. I am her mother. She is my role model and my hero.

She makes me a better person.

Wear your jeans – February 28th, 2013.

Meghan Speaks Out!

Published on February 25, 2013 by beatingcowdens8 Comments

Maybe tonight I would have to call Meghan the “Guest Blogger.”

What you read below is her speech. She was asked to prepare something to read for her school for “Rare Disease Day” on Thursday. She is an excellent public speaker, and fights only a few “butterflies” before she speaks. She always makes me so proud. I wish I could be there!

The text of the speech was written by her. I typed it, and then she went back in and changed it again. I added the pictures… just for here – because I like to!

She will review the speech with her principal tomorrow, but I don’t expect many changes.

When did my baby grow up?

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Some of you, who know me, know me as Meghan Ortega. Or, maybe you know me as Meghan from 4^th grade, or Meghan from Mrs. Worsdale’s and Mrs. LaMonaca’s class.

You might, if you know me a little better, know me as Meghan who loves to read, and swim. You might know me as Meghan who loves dogs.

Maybe you know that I have 2 dogs that I love, and a mom who is a teacher and a dad who is an electrician.

Lucky, Meghan and Allie - My three girls — Lucky, Meghan and Allie – My three girls

But, until today, very few of you knew that I am Meghan Ortega and I suffer with a Rare Disease called Cowden’s Syndrome.

Until September of 2011 I didn’t know I had this Rare Disease. What I did know was that something was wrong and my body was far from that of a “normal” kid.

For as long as I can remember, every week of my life has included AT LEAST one doctor’s appointment, and lots of times even more.

You’ve all been to the doctor and you know it’s not fun. It involves waiting and waiting…and even more waiting. It also involves poking and prodding. For me, it often means being sent to more and more and more doctors…

My mom says when I was a baby I wasn’t really comfortable, and I cried all the time. I almost never slept, and wouldn’t drink my bottle.

When we talk about it now, we think my body knew I couldn’t handle dairy products, and dairy is in milk.

Mom also tells me that I started seeing lots of doctors when I was just a few weeks old. Soon there were doctors to check almost every part of my body.

I have had 9 surgeries. I remember having my gall bladder out before I turned 4. I also had a lipoma (a soft tissue tumor that people with Cowden’s Syndrome get.)

I had knee surgery 4 times for an AVM in my right knee. An AVM is a vascular malformation. It is also common in Cowden’s Syndrome. It feels very strange because it pulses like your heart beat. Every time I had that surgery the doctor thought I wouldn’t need another one. But they have already done 4, and they are not sure if the AVM will ever go away, so I will probably need more.

Because I am in pain so much, I get physical therapy in and out of school. My outside physical therapist, Dr. Jill told Mom that she should take me to see a geneticist. I didn’t really understand what that was, but we went because that is just what I do.

Dr.Pappas at NYU was really nice. He examined me and he talked to me and mom. When he was done he drew some blood. He said he was pretty sure of what I had, but we had to wait for the test results.

In September of 2011, just as I was starting 3^rd grade, we went back to his office and he told us that I have Cowden’s Syndrome. It means that my PTEN gene is broken. Your body is made up of all sorts of genes, but these are G-E-N-E-S, not J-E-A-N-S like the ones you wear. PTEN is the gene that keeps your body from growing tumors. Because mine is broken I get more growths, like the AVM, the lipoma, and the nodules on my thyroid that I have to have checked every 6 months.

As soon as I was diagnosed, the doctor talked to my mom and said she probably had Cowden’s too. He took her blood and a few weeks later she tested positive.

Because of the Cowden’s my mom had lots of tests done, and it explained a lot of things about the 17 surgeries she has had. On March 5^th it will be a year since she had surgery for breast cancer. She is just fine. She says that knowing she had Cowden’s helped her find it early. She says to everyone that my diagnosis saved her life.

When I am here at school I smile a lot. I don’t like to dwell on anything bad. We spend enough time with doctors so I try to enjoy my time with kids.

You would probably never know by looking at me, that I am in pain a lot. I take medicine every day that helps my joints hurt less than they used to, but still most days I have pain. It is hard for me to climb up the stairs, and play at recess, but I do it.

We first heard about “World Rare Disease Day” last year, but at the time we were a little too stunned to do anything about it.

This year I told my mom I wanted to do something to make people more aware of Cowden’s Syndrome and all rare diseases. I was not ready yet to do a fund raiser – I just wanted to get the word out that Rare Diseases like ours exist. There are over 7,000 of them!

I shared my idea with Mrs. Manfredi and she said I could give out the ribbons and information you received today. I was really excited.

“Hope it’s in our genes” is the motto of the Global Genes Project. They try to raise awareness and find cures for all rare diseases.

Today I think it’s important for you to know you can’t ever really judge someone by how they look on the outside. You never know what’s going on inside of them.

Be kind.

Be aware.

Rare Diseases are everywhere.

Thank you

** By Meghan – Age 9!