Sloan Kettering – beatingcowdens

Hurry up – and wait. And wait. And wait.

I don’t know many people whose lives are not a bit of a rat race these days. We race to school and work. We race to take our children to the many places they need to be. We race to shop, and cook, and clean, and wash clothes, and we sometimes even race to arrange our schedule so we can have some time off.

In our house we race. Gratefully, we have added something fun in the form of Swim Team this year. There are many weeks there is even time for two practices. So she won’t be an Olympian. But some fun is an improvement.

Because without that Swim Team – it was all medical – all the time.

Since birth really, as Meghan’s medical history really goes back to the beginning, but especially since our diagnosis of Cowden’s Syndrome in September 2011, we have developed a list of doctors all across the city of New York. And they all require regular check ups…

“Skip it…” whispers the voice inside your head. “I don’t have time…” “We won’t make practice…”

But “skipping it” is not a luxury we can afford. Cowden’s Syndrome has robbed us of the luxury of putting it off. It is the clock that is always running. It is the reality of my breast cancer – beaten. It is the “reminder” in my iphone. It is the spreadsheet necessary to sort out pediatric and adult specialists for just about every body part.

And before we even get to the routine screenings, there is the weekly Physical Therapy, necessary to combat the lax joints, and weak core that leave my girl prone to injury as she tries the most fundamental “kid” tasks. Thankfully PT is a joy, and she truly loves to “PLAY” with Dr. Jill, but all that love not withstanding – it’s another day during the week scheduled.

There are hematology, genetics, interventional radiology, infectious disease, rheumatology, dermatolgy, neurology, and endocrinology to name a few. Some are once a year. Most are twice. And that’s all well and good if everything checks out fine. However, the need for testing arises regularly, which leads to MRI/MRA, lab work, repeat appointments….

Last year I tried to get them all done in July. That was pure indescribable hell and it swallowed our whole summer. Now, I schedule them a bit separated, carefully attentive to the time frames suggested as optimal to screen for any of the pesky cancers we are prone to.

And, while the cancer risks peak around 40, there are several cancers that regularly strike Cowden’s patients in and before their teens.

So, we schedule appointments after school, on holidays, in the evenings, and whenever we can fit them in. We often find ourselves racing into an appointment after a long day – only to find ourselves waiting to be seen.

“Hurry up – and wait.”

Meghan is an outstanding “wait-er.” Partially because she’s used to it, and partially because she knows it’s necessary. We know exactly what to pack, whether its homework, or an Ipad, or a book, to keep her occupied. But she would rather be playing. Or swimming. Or resting. Or crafting. Or just being a kid.

We find ourselves facing the same problems many other families face – laboring to fit in time for fun. But it is further complicated by fatigue and a lack of stamina. She can not walk more that about 3/4 mile without wiping out. She will, when time allows, sleep 13-14 hours a night. So we have to always be careful not to push too hard, because the repercussions can be serious. Sometimes I imagine friends think we make it up.

“Hurry up – and wait.”

And we raced into Sloan Kettering Cancer Center on December 19th after school. I whisked Meghan out of her holiday party, braved the traffic and rushed into the office in time for our 3:30 appointment.

But some time before we got out of the car and walked into the building, Meghan told me about the “bump” in her neck. The one she feels every time she goes to put her necklace on. The one that she thinks is making her cough… that persistent tickle in her throat going back… oh… a few weeks.

So at 4:30 when we were called into the office for the routine endocrinology visit, the one the doctor had told em we did NOT need to have an ultrasound before because things were “stable” he almost immediately zeroed in on the spot Meghan mentioned. He asked for a tape measure. His eyes were serious. He spoke of significant growth. He said we needed a biopsy.

“So let’s do it. I am off for 10 days.”

“Well, you know, with the holidays…”

“Let’s hurry up and get it done. I will take whatever you have.”

And on Friday the 20th when my phone rang at work and I got the news that we were going to first need an ultrasound BEFORE the ultrasound guided Fine Needle Aspiration – I just about went through the roof. The doctor explained that the radiologist doing the FNA needed a recent ultrasound. (You mean like the one I had asked for with the December appointment all along?) I explained I would stand for nothing less than scheduling the ultrasound and the FNA that very minute. So we did. Ultrasound December 23rd. FNA under general anesthesia on December 31st.

“Hurry up – and wait.”

Apparently no one got the memo things have been a bit stressful around here this month.

So we did the ultrasound on the 23rd. 30 minutes with the tech. Then 15 minutes for the doctor to review it, and another 20 minutes for the radiology doctor to rescan. Nothing going on on the 23rd of December. No worries.

“Hey, that’s a lot of nodules on a young lady…” says the doctor. ARGH!

So when do we squeeze in something fun? Something she can say she DID on the vacation?

We made it up to see the New Year’s Eve Ball very early on that Saturday morning. Meghan trying out the camera her Grandpa Tom left for her when he passed away earlier this month. Trying to find the time to view her world through a camera lens. We spent about an hour. Then we went home.

Photo credit -Meghan 12/28/13 — Grandpa Tom’s “smile”

There were 2 play dates. Lovely girls. So I guess there was success.

And then today.

Arrive at 6:30 I was told. So we were up by 5, and on the 9th floor by 6:30 – only to find it locked.

“Hurry up – and wait.”

We eventually found our way to the IV room, and then to Interventional Radiology on the 2nd floor. The procedure was at 8:15 and lasted double the time it should have.

We left with discharge instructions and word that we SHOULD have pathology by Friday, but maybe Monday.

I may have a few cocktails myself as midnight approaches. If I stay awake that long. After all its been a long day, week….

And we know Daddy’s got the New Year’s Eve Ball well taken care of.

I saw superheroes today. Not the kind that normally come to mind.

The 9th floor of Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center was absolutely crawling with them.

None of them had capes. And they weren’t any funny colors.

None of them could fly, and yet I am sure that’s what they were.

I saw young bald superheroes with smiles that could light any room.

I saw older, more mature superheroes, heroically managing their IV poles, after teaching a younger one not to cry.

I saw parent superheroes, who although their capes were invisible to the naked eye, possessed nerves of steel, and the ability to make their young one laugh even as they themselves were inches from despair.

I had a lot of time to watch them. We had a long wait this morning. And even as I kept Meghan distracted, my eyes never left them.

They navigated the floor like it was home, handled IV poles and ports and masks, like they were additional appendages.

These people- the young ones and their parents, are made from a stock stronger than most of us. They endure the unimaginable, day after day. Some endure it for years on end. And they press on – because that is what you do.

My beautiful cousin Meghan was one of those superheroes,

Sometimes it ends well, and some times it doesn’t. But while you are there there is no time to think, or to wonder. You must just press on.

That is the story that the 9th floor of MSKCC told me this morning, as we waited for preadmission testing.

Meghan had a 9 AM appointment and between blood work, and our meeting with the nurse, we had at least an hour to wait, and watch, and marvel, and wonder, and worry.

The biopsy is Tuesday. The results will be in by Thursday so they say.

Then, we can make a plan. They tell me they can get the thyroid removed in a few days if the biopsy is positive.

If it’s not cancer… get us home. And, if it is – GET IT OUT OF MY LITTLE GIRL!

She will have nothing to eat or drink after midnight Monday. She will be tired, and cranky, and hungry when we arrive on Tuesday. But she will get anesthesia like she asked, and the procedure will be much more humane.

Then, we will wait.