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The Cowden’s Syndrome Roller Coaster

Published on July 18, 2012July 18, 2012 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

Maybe if I could attach my cell phone right here…

I can not tell you for the life of me why Spiderman was on my mind today, but I was thinking I could use one of those web shooting things. It could be modified to hold the cell phone that is constantly in my hand! I remember when Meghan was so colicky, and I used to carry her all day in that Baby Bjorn carrier. I LOVED having my hands free again. I hated that she just kept crying, but at least I could move around a bit. I am starting to feel painfully tethered to my phone. I waited forever for the vascular surgeon to call. Now Dr. K from Boston called Saturday, and we still haven’t connected.

1D10A322-10E4-41B9-8F21-EE59F4EF0940 — Paranoid to miss his call, I carry my phone EVERYWHERE I go. I am not kidding, that is my cell phone in the plastic bag at the beach today.

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Today was a banner day.

It was the FIRST time we have been to the beach since before her first birthday.

This child was so sensory sensitive that we were both deeply traumatized by the first trip. It took us almost 8 years to work up the nerve to do it again, and boy has she come a LONG WAY!

We only stayed a few hours.

Long enough to get into the sand and build a castle. Long enough to find a few shells. Long enough to jump a few waves. Long enough for her to say, “Mom my knee is clicking every time I step and it hurts.”

Clutching my old scratched up cell phone like it holds the answers to all life’s problems I silently, desperately, wish it would ring.

But then what?

Will Dr. K have a single answer?

Will he want us to drive 5 hours just so he can say, “I don’t know?”

Yesterday we saw Dr. P – the geneticist at NYU who started all this about a year ago.

It was a friendly visit, catching up on all we have done. I had a chance to thank him for “catching” the Cowden’s Syndrome a year ago. It was his desire to dig deeper, and to solve the puzzle, that undoubtedly changed the course of our lives, and likely already saved mine.

He asked a lot of questions again. He looked closely at Meghan, especially her legs. He pointed out again the 1/2 cm discrepancy. He pointed out the swelling in her LEFT knee, likely the result of her favoring her right knee. (The AWESOME PT Dr. Jill, already called that one!)

He listened to my concerns about her avoidance of activities. He said the fact that the Celebrex is working means to him she likely has arthritis due to deterioration from small amounts of blood circulating the knee joint. Not JRA, but degenerative arthritis. He said she can’t stay on Celebrex forever. And although I knew that I was busy shuddering at the alternatives.

He will nose around, and see if he can get a closer orthopedist to take a look. Then he will look for an oncologist for me. In the mean time he said, let’s just get a screening sonogram of her kidneys, to be safe. Just a baseline.

3 hours later we had word that her kidneys are “beautiful” and untouched by Cowden’s. We left NYU exhausted, and relieved, but still waiting. Always waiting, and wondering, and worrying. What next? Can we fix it? Wait… nothing new please! We haven’t fixed the last thing yet… and so on and so on.

Tomorrow we will go back to the pediatrician to recheck for the recurrent strep. Then, a much anticipated play date for Meghan.

Then Friday, its to the plastic surgeon for my recheck, with another playdate for Meghan.

All the while my cell phone will be close at hand. Last year at Disney they finally got me on Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Good thing. I think it’s a case of life imitating amusement park here.

Cowden’s Syndrome is a great big roller coaster, so I better get a stronger stomach!

“Every little thing gonna be all right…”

Published on June 14, 2012 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mACqcZZwG0k

Bob Marley – “Three Little Birds”

“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”)

Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, “This is my message to you-ou-ou:”

Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don’t worry!”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing” – I won’t worry!
“‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”

Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right” – I won’t worry!
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, oh no!
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!

I can imagine sitting on the deck by the pool. Oh, wait – the surgeon hasn’t cleared me to swim. And, I still need a bathing suit.

The cute tankini I bought was vetoed by my husband who thinks it makes my boobs look fake. LMAO at the irony of that!

Well, at least I can imagine sitting on the deck with a strong cocktail in hand… working to convince myself that every little thing is gonna be all right.

My daughter’s much awaited appointment was today. The sonogram was at 1, and the doctor at 3:30.

The sonogram was thorough – took almost 45 minutes. The doctor reviewed the images, but could not give us a clear decision until he uploads the CD I brought with last September’s sonogram images for comparison.

For right now he said things looked good. There are MANY nodules, but most are smaller than one cm. He is content to keep watching every 6 months if he doesn’t find anything on comparison that warrants a closer look. Somewhere this has to be good news, although I am always afraid to get too relaxed, so I am waiting for the phone call.

What boggled me was how laid back he was about the puberty. He told me even though she won’t turn 9 until August and she has been developing a good 6 months, that it is not too early. He said to leave it alone. Apparently she and I are the only 2 concerned. I have been super upbeat about all the changes to her, but I can’t help it. In my belly it just feels WRONG.

Maybe I am just too used to worrying. And there are reasons for that. Its seems to be all we do. Sometimes good news gets to be harder to process because it comes so rarely. Sometimes it is almost odd to hear that things are “normal.”

So, we will wait for the phone call to confirm. Then we will table the thyroid issue till December.

Next up for my girl, MRI/MRA of her knee. June 28th.

For me, well, I need to find a dermatologist, someone to screen my kidneys, someone to follow the tumor on my spleen… oh, and I need a bathing suit. According to my dear husband, one that doesn’t make my (fake) boobs look fake.

And, a LARGE cocktail with a cute little umbrella, and some Bob Marley in the background…

Every little thing IS gonna be all right!

Cloudy With a Chance of… Puberty?

Published on May 30, 2012May 30, 2012 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

So, last night after we left the endocrinologist‘s office, I couldn’t shake this book. “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.” If you are not familiar with the story, basically in the town of Chewandswallow they get their meals from the sky. They never quite know what’s coming, but three times a day it rains things like juice… or meatballs. Eventually this starts to become a problem for them, as the portions get larger and more unpredictable. It is a cute story, worth a read if you have a little one. But nothing I want to model my LIFE after!

This was the long awaited appointment for my 8 year old. The one who has been showing all the signs of precocious puberty. She has grown 5 inches in the last several months, lost almost all her baby teeth, grown 2 shoe sizes and now at 8 yrs, 9 months, stands 4 foot 9. This is the appointment where we were going to get the results from the testing, and she was supposed to tell me that the blood in fact confirmed the early start of puberty. Then we would go home, and start having chats, and we would make it through.

Except, as I have said before, things don’t often go according to plan. So, regarding the extensive lab work up, she said, “Your daughter is NOT in puberty. All the hormones that tell the brain to trigger development are sleeping.”

Excuse me?

How then do you explain the breasts that are developing, the palpable painful lump, and this giant growth spurt that you called “typical of puberty?” AND What about the breast sonogram?

Well that is normal. It says “Tanner Stage II development.”

But doesn’t that mean puberty?, I asked.

Well, yes.

But you said… (As I reach for a copy of the report) Hey, it also says “area of palpable abnormality of clinical concern… compatible with Tanner Stage II development!” So, should we be concerned? (Getting slightly more alarmed and annoyed)

No, she says. Look here at the pelvic report. It says the uterus is not in puberty, but the ovaries are enlarged, and consistent with early hormone stimulation.

Stimulation from what? Because now I am confused. Is this puberty or not?

So, I kid you not, she draws me a picture. A crude picture of two breasts, a uterus and two ovaries. She puts a small dot on one of the ovaries and Xs it off. She says that at some point she “probably” had a cyst on her ovary that caused her body to think it was in puberty and it began developing. But don’t worry, it stopped because the hormones in the brain are not awake.

WHAT? Has anyone told her body?

I don’t need to see you again, unless you have a problem…as she pushes me out the door.

What about the sonogram that suggests clinical follow up?

UM, HOUSTON…. we DO have a problem!

I swear I almost asked for my CoPay back on the way out.

Is there anyone who gets that Cowden’s Syndrome is a RARE disorder characterized by a mutation on the TUMOR SUPPRESSOR gene? If the body and the labs don’t agree, I think we probably have to look further. Just in case there is a tumor somewhere that didn’t “fall off.”

Everything about this, from the difficulty of scheduling it at a major NYC hospital, to the way the report was written in the double speak of maybe its normal, maybe not, to the contradictory interpretation by the doctor from what she sees on the body and the paper, makes no sense to me.

I have nothing against weather reporters. But they are wrong a lot. Their life is of guesses and predictions. I guess I hoped for more from the doctor than Cloudy, With a Chance of… Puberty!

I will get my umbrella, my Mommy mouth, and all my questions. I will keep asking until we get some answers. But really, why must it always be such a battle?