Behind the Scenes…

We don’t post the awful pictures.  We leave out the ones where we look less than our best.  Social media allows us to live in the delusion that everyone’s life is “perfect.”

I’ll be the first to admit the ugly truth.  It’s far from perfect.  It’s not neat or clean.  There is no bow.  And yes, most of the time I do delete the awful ones.  Those images and experiences are seared into my soul.

I prefer to go with the theory that the body forgets pain…  At least your own.  It’s how we survive.  But, if you live watching a loved one in pain – you know the memory will not slip even a tiny bit.  If you hold your child as they cry out in pure agony, or when they are weak from fever, you can remember where you were each time.  If you watch your teen wince simply through a series of steps, or check to make sure they are breathing as they sleep the better part of two or three days at a clip – you don’t forget.

Recently, Meghan was in a production of “Beauty and the Beast Jr.” with the Staten Island Children’s Theater Association, Inc.  She loves the experience of working with a theater group and has been with this one a few years now.  It is such an enjoyable time in her life.  She spends months of Saturdays with genuine quality people preparing for the show.

Meghan as “Madame de la Grande Bouche”

And during those same months she is thriving academically.

And training for swimming.

And making regular appointments, routine, follow-up, and therapy.

And contending with seasonal allergies that are nothing less than relentless.

And, she is, every single day a person living with Cowden’s Syndrome and the effects it has on her, both physically and emotionally.

The show was almost 2 weeks ago.  It took me a little bit to get my thoughts together.

I think I have it now.

Living with chronic illness, chronic pain, chronic life altering physical ailments, is in some ways similar to putting on a production.

You set your sights on what you want to accomplish – large or small.  In some cases it’s going to a party, and in other’s it’s going to the backyard.  But, you plan for it.  You practice it.  You consider every detail.  You may have to select the right costume and even stage it so you don’t sit or stand for too long.  You know just what your body can do and there is a short window where you have to make it all work.

The rest of the time you are backstage.

You are in pin curls and shorts with a tank top.

You are rubbing your feet.  You don’t have make-up.  Backstage and rehearsals, these are what life is made of.  But, we don’t take the camera out while we are there.

Everyone’s preparation is different.  I can only write about ours and confidently say everyone has some level of preparation before the “show”.  Some people make it onto the stage more often than others.  Some people have fewer performances, but make them count as much as they can.  Those people take nothing for granted because they have no idea when they will step out into the “stage” again.

That’s what social media looks like to me, anyway.  Every picture is on the stage.  Some have more than others.  But, because of the world we live in it is easy to judge based on what we see without considering what we DON’T see.

The night of the show Meghan went to the diner with her friends.  She got home close to midnight.  It was Sunday, and a school night, and I had already decided she’d stay home the next day.  It wasn’t a reward.  It was a necessity.  The amount of energy her body had expended could not be recovered quickly.  She slept until 2pm the next day, and was asleep again by 9.

I sent her to school that Tuesday – ready to roll.  She swam at 5am, did a full day of school, an hour of physical therapy and another 2.5 hours of swim practice.

Probably not the best plan.

The physical therapy is in place to try to strengthen her overall.  Joint laxity, ligaments subluxing… all sorts of cracking, popping and shifting.  The search for answers is on, but in the mean time we do PT…

By Wednesday she couldn’t move.  She made it to school – barely.

Her IEP meeting was that afternoon, and we had lengthy conversations about all sorts of physical and emotional needs relating to school.  We also spoke at length about the service dog we are in a holding pattern waiting for, and how he will fit in to the big picture.  So many questions…

Thursday we got in the car to go to school.  By 7:30 I had her back in her bed.  She just could not.  She slept until early afternoon Thursday, followed it with and early bedtime and slept again until early afternoon Friday.  There was a little less sleep as the days went on but it was a slow process.

The show that was so incredibly worth it in every way – cost her a full week in recovery time.  Her body hurt so deeply.  This is not an out of shape child.  This is a person living with a chronic pain and illness that is affecting her body in ways not even the doctors fully comprehend yet.

But I didn’t post pictures of her wincing in agony, or sleeping for days.

To the outside world she doesn’t look sick.  She’s 5 foot 8, full of muscle and extremely well-rounded.

She works hard at it.

Some days are easier than others.  But every day she works.  She is fierce and relentless and she does not quit.

Next time you catch a photo of her smiling or singing in a pretty dress know that it took a lot of staging to pull that off, and there will likely be a lot of recovery on the back end.

But, she wouldn’t have it any other way.  Not for a moment.  She is my inspiration to remain…

#beatingcowdens

 

“Music, … When it hits you, you feel no pain.”

Since Meghan’s surgery last Tuesday, she and her wrapped hand, and foam “Carter’s Block,” have been sleeping in the king size bed with me, while Daddy has slept in the twin in Meghan’s room.

She usually needs a little bit of room, as she isn’t the calmest sleeper, but we knew with the new foam addition, there would be no way the three of us could fit.  So, with Meghan came her pillows, and her iPad.

no sleep

Her iPad has a playlist that she plays through the night when she sleeps.  I always knew it was on, but this past week, as life has made sleep a bit elusive, I have gotten opportunity to listen to this 23 minute segment several times.  Yesterday I looked up the lyrics, and as usual I was in awe of what she had assembled.

In our house we listen mostly to Contemporary Christian music.  We are Christian, yes.  But typically the type that tries to spread the love by example rather than with a Bible in your face.  That being said, the move to Contemporary Christian music evolved after Meghan became old enough to hear, sing, and understand the lyrics, and the DJs on the radio.

I was, on more than one occasion, appalled at the level of exposure my then 5 or 6 year old child had to things I wanted her sheltered from a bit longer.  So, I switched the station.  And I kept it there.

Now, don’t misunderstand,  She is not bound to listen only to Christian music.  She can pretty much listen to whatever she wants.  She has an Itunes account and downloads music of her choosing, with our permission.  And, there are plenty of afternoons you will hear a good Classic Rock station blaring out our car windows.  But, like anything else, my initial changing of the radio station led to conversations.  And I like conversations.

Meghan became aware that many of her friends at school were familiar with other musical artists that she had never heard of.  So, it became practice that every time she brought home the name of an artist or song, as long as it wasn’t overly offensive – we would buy it.  But I loved that our conversations got her looking at lyrics, hearing what she was singing along to, and taking responsibility for her choices.

I know that music is a very personal thing. I will not be the Mom who is in denial, or tries to over regulate.  It will lead to rebellion and there is no need.  I will talk to my daughter regularly about valuing herself, her body, and other people.  We will talk about what lyrics mean.  Then, she will, as preteens do – do as she likes.

But for now- the “sleep” selection on her iPad is a powerful collection of 6 Contemporary Christian songs.

The first is “Stronger” by Mandisa that begins…

“Stronger”

Hey, heard you were up all night
Thinking about how your world ain’t right
And you wonder if things will ever get better
And you’re asking why is it always raining on you
When all you want is just a little good news
Instead of standing there stuck out in the weather
Oh, don’t hang your head
It’s gonna end
God’s right there
Even if it’s hard to see Him
I promise you that He still cares
Then, it  moves on to Kutless, “That’s What Faith Can Do”
Anyone can feel the ache
You think it’s more than you can take
But you’re stronger
Stronger than you knowDon’t you give up now
The sun will soon be shining
You gotta face the clouds
To find the silver lining
I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn’t ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I’ve seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That’s what faith can do
It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard
Impossible is not a word
It’s just a reason
For someone not to tryEverybody’s scared to death
When they decide to take that step
Out on the water
It’ll be alright

Life is so much more
Than what your eyes are seeing
You will find your way
If you keep believing

Followed by “Courageous” by Casting Crowns
Seek justice
Love mercy
Walk humbly with your GodIn the war of the mind
I will make my stand
In the battle of the heart
And the battle of the handIn the war of the mind
I will make my stand
In the battle of the heart
And the battle of the handWe were made to be courageous
And we’re taking back the fight
We were made to be courageous
And it starts with us tonight

Fourth up is “Blessings” by Laura Story
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your word is not enough
And all the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe’
Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not,
This is not our home
It’s not our home
And the last 2 are by a somewhat spunky artist called Francesa Batistelli
“Motion of Mercy”
That’s the motion of mercy
Changing the way and the why we are
That’s the motion of mercy
Moving my heartLiving for the lost
Loving ‘til it hurts
No matter what the cost
Like You loved me first
That’s the motion of mercy
God give me strength to give something for nothing
I wanna be a glimpse of the Kingdom that’s coming soon
And finally – “This is the Stuff”
I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please ’cause I can’t find my phone
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I’ve gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use…
…So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I’ve got a new appreciation
It’s not the end of the world…
I know everyone’s taste in music differs greatly, and I do not expect that anyone will listen to all 6 of these.  But I encourage you- choose one.  Any one that speaks to you.
I have been struggling to get to sleep, but I will miss the soothing repetition of some of the most powerful songs I know when the stitches come out tomorrow.  One more night.  Then everyone gets back to their own beds!
music no pain

Who is in charge?

Meghan slept until 11:20 this morning.  She woke only to the sound of the hammering as her father works to trim out the upstairs rooms – a project that had an intended completion date of about 2005, but hey, life gets in the way sometimes.

We had woken earlier, Felix and I – but not too much earlier.  We had wanted to go to church this morning, but learned a long time ago NEVER to wake Meghan.  She had gone to sleep at 8 PM last night, and if she was still sleeping soundly in her own bed at that hour – well her body was clearly telling us to back off.  We have a lot of respect for her body.  It gets VERY cranky if you don’t listen carefully.

My three girls... resting together.
My three girls… resting together.

But, by 11 – we had become so ingrained in what we were going to do, that it wasn’t too hard to forget that our 9 year old was still sound asleep under her covers.

When she came stumbling out of her room to the sound of the hammer she was dazed but smiling.  After a good morning hug she asked what we had to do today.  When I told her that we were going to stay home all day she leaped into my arms.

Can I read?   Yes…of course.

books

Can I watch some TV?  Sure.

Can I take my shower later, and stay in my PJs? Absolutely.

While part of me was tempted to lecture her about getting up and showered and dressed, I refrained.  Just because I could never bring myself to spend the day in my PJs, doesn’t mean she can’t.

In so many ways Meghan and I are somewhat different, but also a good deal alike.

Our bodies eventually shut down if they are always on the go.  We need our down time.

energizer bunny

Growing up with a sister and a mother who could move like Energizer Bunnies, I always felt a bit odd that I couldn’t keep up.  They still move like that.  And I still need to stop sometimes.

Now, I have a mini -me.  (And my sister has two! :-))

Me and my girl!
Me and my girl!

So when I looked at the April calendar earlier in the month I had had some serious reservations about whether we could pull it off.  For most of the month we were on a 7 day schedule.

Meghan switched schools.

We had PT twice a week, dance class, music class, swim practice, swim meets, test prep, doctor’s appointments….

run-clock

But, we did it.  A small hiccup last week when she started with an ear infection, but a quick run to the pediatrician (after the orthodontist, and before it transformed into a full-blown feverish mess) and we got it under control.

State tests – 6 days of them in the last 2 weeks.  Stress – all of them.  But they are over too.

test prep

Yesterday I pulled out Meghan’s spring clothes.  There wasn’t much we could use.  The sandals from last year were a size 6.  She is a 7.5.  The same was true for the clothes.  We put even less away for the fall.  Nothing really.  But we will cross that bridge then.  Right now she is almost 5 feet tall and every inch of her beautiful inside and out.

No wonder she needs to rest sometimes.  Her body is certainly hurrying its way through its growth.

I spent the entire day at my desk.  I just finished about an hour ago when I began to write.  There were bills to file, papers to sort, letters to write.  There is a letter writing campaign I am working on for a stop sign by my school.

There were some Emails to answer about Isagenix – the nutritional system that is changing my husband’s life.

Isagenix

http://meghanleigh8903.isagenix.com/us/en/landing_toxic.html (check that out here)

There were gifts to order, some lists to make, and I can now just about see the desk calendar, as it is ready to turn to May.

calendar

I probably should have gotten outside to enjoy the beautiful day too, but I guess this was my respite.  I thrive on order and organization.  I showered early – like I always do, but I relaxed by creating order.

You see Mom taught me a long time ago – that the more you look for order in life, the less you will find it.  “You plan – God Laughs.”  And I know she is right.

I really should listen to my Mom...
I really should listen to my Mom…

However, in this world where so many things are so far out of my control – I have a compulsion to control what I can.  I can make sure the floor is clean, and the bills are paid, and the laundry is done.  I can make sure there are always cupcakes for Meghan in the freezer in case there is a party.  I can buy the cards, and order the gifts, and endeavor valiantly to balance my checkbook.

Crazy?  Maybe.  But I take satisfaction and solace in knowing that there are a few precious things left in my life I can control.

The last of a long series of lab tests ordered by my friend Dr. Elice was done Saturday morning.  This is the week where I will find out what 37 vials of blood and 2 24 hour urine tests turned up.  I will ask the 5,000 questions in my mind about endocrine function, and hormone levels, and ratios, and vitamin absorption.  And, no matter how much I try to anticipate the answer, something will knock me flat on my ass.

blood-testing

That is how it goes.  Cowden’s Syndrome keeps us hopping.  And with Meghan there is an immune system deficiency, the chronic viral infections, and so many more things we are yet to figure out.

So – for tonight, the floor is clean, the list is made, the desk is organized.  For tonight I can rest, and gear up for whatever this week has in store.  And somehow, after dance class, and PT, and swim practice, and 2 meets… somehow it will all be OK.

I’m not in charge of this.  It’s in the hands of a power far greater than any of us.

God's got this

I’m only in charge of keeping the fur off the kitchen floor.