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I Am Blessed

Published on July 25, 2012 by beatingcowdens4 Comments

sharp stabbing pain — This cartoon is on the front of Meghan’s 4 inch medical binder. We have sometimes decided whether or not to keep a doctor by their reaction to this TRUTH!

It is late. I should be asleep. Morning comes fast and it is already after midnight. I just can’t seem to find a way to unwind.

I just had a long chat with a ‘new” friend. That helped a lot. But still here I am, trying to get these racing thoughts out of my head before I rest.

I saw a new oncologist today. The geneticist insisted I have one to follow me and one for Meghan. Except I was having a hard time finding one who didn’t think Cowden’s Syndrome was contagious. (Ok, perhaps I exaggerate, but they weren’t anxious to see me.)

So the geneticist sent out an Email on Tuesday to some of his friends. By Friday he had a name for me, (which means the genetecist is a KEEPER!) of a doctor IN network, and I met her today.

She is lovely. Of course, by already having the double mastectomy and the hysterectomy, I have made her job much easier. Now she gets to push me to the fun stuff. Next up- colonoscopy, and kidney MRI. So tomorrow I will call to get the GI appointment, while they work out the authorization for the MRI.

And all the while I will mourn a bit for the summer that wasn’t meant to be. This was more, a necessary doctor “catch up period.” I think by the end of August we will have at least 25 appointments done between us. And those are just the ones scheduled right now.

So, just when I start to get whiny and cranky about wanting some alone time to shop, or some fun time to swim, I remember. Were it not for the work of the angel on my shoulder, that pushed my “prohylactic blilateral mastectomy” in March, I would have likely been spending this summer prepping for cancer treatment.

So, we still get our trip to Disney, and there is always NEXT summer…

I spent the last hour preparing for Meghan’s oncologist visit on Friday. We haven’t seen this doctor for months. There have been a few things going on. So, I faxed her 32 pages of what we have been up to. She wanted to review it before the appointment.

I posted the cartoon because I had her binder out while I was preparing the fax. I laugh every time I read it because even after all these years it is still true. Even with our diagnosis of the PTEN mutation, and Cowden’s Syndrome, even with the precancerous thyroid nodules in Meghan, and her early puberty, she still has pain. Every day. And not one of these doctors that we take her to can tell us why.

I thank GOD every day for her stamina, and her spirit and her spunk. She is my love, my reality check, my perspective, my reason for being. I feel displaced right now, from my church, my comfort zone – but not from God. Even in the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty, I have a husband and a daughter that are beyond compare. God has us in the palm of His hand. We are blessed. And it WILL be OK!

Family Photo!

Published on July 22, 2012July 23, 2012 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

This year I am obsessed… well with quite a few things, but one of them is not (directly) medical.

This year I am focused on a high quality, everyone looks their best, everyone is smiling, family photo.

We are a family of three. Immediate family that is. (Not including our furry friends Allie, and Lucky.)

Our extended family includes his parents, two sisters, a brother-in-law, and three nephews. On my side, there are my grandparents, (Mom’s parents, my step-dad’s Mom, and my father’s mom) as well as my mom and dad, my father, my two sisters, a brother-in-law and a half-brother, and two nephews. That list doesn’t begin to address aunts, uncles and cousins galore on both sides. Yes, they are all family, but reality will never put them all in one place at the same time, and there are probably some blessings to that. While I love them all dearly, I often say you shouldn’t mix drinks, or extended family!

We have been fortunate enough that we have been able to travel to Walt Disney World in Florida for the past 4 summers. We will be making it a 5th this year. We save and budget all of our “fun” money for a Disney vacation because for their extremely high pricing, we get “allergy safe” meals wherever we eat, and unlimited access for Meghan’s push chair, which she often needs when we travel more than about a half mile. It is the best week of the year for all of us.

It is usually the week of Meghan’s birthday. It is doctor free, no needles, just be “normal” week. We take LOTS of pictures. Usually it is of Meghan alone, or of one of us with Meghan. They are great photos and I treasure them. The few photos we have gotten of all of us in Disney usually have us in sweats, and sneakers – SWEATING. This year we are going to go to the photo studio, and I don’t care how much it costs. Meghan and I have dresses picked out, and matching sandals too. (We just need to pick out something for Daddy who after deciding “stress eating” isn’t the way to go, is down over 20 pounds!)

There are so many reasons why I am focused on this photo. It is FUN to focus on something FUN.

I have been smacked in the face with the reality of the frailty of life. In March I was given a “second chance” as I was told the breast cancer that was “sneaking up on me,” unbeknownst to any doctor – was gone. Gone after a “prophylactic bilateral mastectomy.” Gone before it had a chance to wreak havoc on my life. Gone. But I will not forget the words of my surgeon, “If you had waited until July to do the surgery you would have likely been in a fight for your life.” Instead, I will go to Disney World.

Not lost on me is the reality that 15 years ago next month my Mother finished up treatment for bilateral breast cancer. She is strong, a survivor, still here, enriching our lives.

Not lost on me is the cancer scare AGAIN in May, as they worried about a malignancy in my uterus, before performing a hysterectomy.

I am vividly aware every moment that the thyroid specialist who monitors Meghan’s “precancerous” thyroid nodules, took back his invitation to come back in a year, and said, “we better see you in 6 months. One nodule is starting to dominate.”

I am painfully aware every moment that after one of the strongest, and longest battles I have ever witnessed, we lost GGPa in June to cancer.

My stomach, and my heart hurt for the victims of the senseless attack in Colorado this week. Families out to see a movie – life ended so tragically.

I love to look at pictures. In an age when people have stopped printing them, I have shelves FULL of albums. I love reliving memories, and smiling at al the good times. The albums remind me, that no matter how tough things seem, there ARE LOTS of good times.

Cowden’s Syndrome, PTEN mutation, cancer, NOTHING can take away the memories or the good times. So since 2012 has been quite the year, we will take a “fancy” family photo. One that will hang somewhere in our house and remind us that we can endure the tough times. One that will remind us to hug each other tightly, and to kiss each other when we leave, and to never stay angry over nonsense.

One that will remind us that we are defined by our spirits, and not by the sum of our parts.

We are family, and a pretty special one at that.

6 Months…

Published on June 21, 2012 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

June 18, 2012

As I was receiving the news of my grandfather’s passing, I mean within moments, my cell phone rang.

It was the endocrinologist we had seen the Thursday prior about the thyroid. It was hard to wrap my head around the conversation at first, but I was struck by the reality that this is it. This is how life will always be. Life won’t stop for the doctor’s appointments and test results, and the appointments won’t stop for life. So somehow, we need to find a way for them to get along, and exist – simultaneously.

The thyroid sonogram had been done on the 14th. When we left him that day he was comfortable waiting a year for the ultrasound, and just seeing her in 6 months. He told me he would call me after he compared her November 2011 sonogram CD to the new one.

So I stopped in the hallway at my school. Tears were still streaming down my face as I composed myself enough to talk to the doctor.

He reviewed the older images and compared them. There are a lot more nodules, he didn’t even give me a number, and most of them are very small. However, there is one a bit bigger than all the others. He would like to keep an eye on that one.

Instead of a sonogram in a year, we got bumped back to 6 months. Doctors seem to like to treat us, patients with Cowden’s Syndrome, in 6 month increments. Now if I can just figure out a way to synchronize them so we are not ALWAYS scanning something…

So, the last time we were there they told us to prepare. She will have thyroid cancer I was told. Until then, they will just watch. December 27th it is then.

Even as I continue to wonder if all these thyroid nodules couldn’t be provoking this puberty, setting off a way too early growth cycle, I knew I wasn’t going to get an answer. At least not today.

So, I closed the phone and dried my eyes. One day the thyroid will turn, but it’s not today. Not now. At least we can have the week to bury Grandpa in peace.

“I know…”

Published on June 15, 2012June 16, 2012 by beatingcowdens1 Comment

Kids know. They have instincts adults have lost. Never underestimate the power of a kid. (This was written a few weeks ago, and I am just now getting to adding it here.)

I know that my daughter is a smart girl. I know that she is in so many ways wise beyond her years, but I never cease to be amazed by her instincts, and her ability to read people – especially her family.

She knows that we share a genetic link and that we both have the same – Cowden’s Syndrome. She knows that we tend to grow things. She knows about her own AVMs, and that she has some thyroid “bumps” we are watching.

I am guarded but honest when I speak to her. It is important when you have a child who is sick so often that they trust you. I learned there is no way to lie to her and keep her trust. So, I answer the questions she asks, using as few words as possible, and I always stay honest.

That is why I was floored a few nights ago. She has been having a hard time with her knee again. In the middle of a not so common, depressive episode she complained for a while about her knee, and the permanence of the pain and swelling. She was frustrated, and she is allowed – so I held her as she cried.

What floored me was what happened next. She grabbed onto my shoulders and looked me in the eye. She said “I know…” I said, “What do you know?” She said, “Cowden’s makes it more likely for us to get cancer. You had cancer once and you were ok. Are you going to have it again? Is that why you had your other surgery (the hysterectomy?)”

I swallowed hard, intent to stay focused. “I don’t know,” I told her. “I don’t think so. We just took this stuff out to be safe.”

She looked at me with those tired eyes. She looked at me for a long time. She held me tightly and said, “I don’t like leaving you ever – even for school.”

Holding her as tightly as I could, I said, “I know…”

“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!

Ready or not!

Published on June 13, 2012 by beatingcowdens2 Comments

Time is a strange phenomenon.

It just doesn’t stop. There are days we would like it to go slower, and days we would like it to go MUCH faster.

There are days we would like to relive, and those we would gladly forget. But really, we have no control at all.

60 seconds in a minute

60 minutes in an hour

24 hours in a day

7 days in a week

52 weeks in a year

I find there are occasions when I would like time to hurry up. When I am waiting for my daughter to get out of surgery is the best example. Time can’t go fast enough. When I am waiting on pathology results, for any of us – it always seems like forever.

When we were first diagnosed with Cowden’s Syndrome in the fall, the first thing they did was send my daughter for a thyroid sonogram. Of course it revealed 4 large nodules which we subsequently had biopsied at a hospital no better than a butcher shop.

As we sought out another opinion, and moved the slides to a much more reputable facility, an appointment in January found us with a pediatric endocrinologist who actually had some experience with Cowden’s. He told us he had reviewed the slides and noted precancerous cells. He essentially told us our daughter would have thyroid cancer at some point, he just could not say when. So, he told us to return in 6 months, and we would check again.

I remember at the time thinking 6 months was an eternity. I wanted it to be faster. I wanted reassurance that she was well. He was insistent that 6 months was appropriate.

So we made the appointment for June 14th. Now June 14th is tomorrow. And I think I may need a little more time before I am ready. Things have changed. Now we have an 8 year old with a developing body, and labs that don’t match. Now the reality that there could be a malignancy on her thyroid, actually helping cause some of these problems is making me want to vomit.

If we could slow things down… just a little?

15 hours from now we will be sitting for the thyroid sonogram, and 17 hours from now we will be discussing the results with the doctor.

I am trying to prepare myself for whatever he has to say. I have to hope for answers, for her sake.

Even if they aren’t the ones I want. Too many open questions. Too much time had passed.

Ready or not, here we come!

Motherly Worries

Published on May 21, 2012 by beatingcowdensLeave a comment

Her bloodwork was Saturday – the bloodowork to check the hormone levels. Wednesday I will take her for a pelvic sonogram. They are still trying to figure out who will do the breast sonogram. Everyone is afraid. No one knows what they are looking for. Major NYC hospital, and everyone is afraid. It doesn’t instill confidence. When you have a rare disease, no one knows quite what to make of the realities that we face. But this is my girl and I will not put my head in the sand. Someone will do it.

She danced this weekend. It was her second recital. She will not dance on Broadway, but to her proud parents her smile was worth a million bucks. Her ability to move – courtesy of PT and Celebrex, and her award winning smile. For a few minutes on that stage, she was just like everyone else. Sometimes its nice to be “normal.”

In a few minutes I will call to schedule the next MRI/MRA of the knee to check on the “leak” from the femoral artery causing her AVM. We will do that the last week in June, just in case she needs more surgery, there will be time in July.

Of course all that depends on the hope that our June 14th appointment to check on the thyroid nodules is uneventful. “They are precancerous. They will turn. We just don’t know when…” At some point she will lose her thyroid to cancer. And we can only wait.

Sometimes its good to be home. To recover from surgery. To make some phone calls. Sometimes it just lets the worry fester. I can accept that I have this damn disease… but why did it have to mess with my girl? As a new internet friend eloquently said – eff you Cowden’s!