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Wednesday, 15 April 2015

A COW AND A CALF

I am publishing the following with my daughter's permission. It is her decision to share this news and she has not been coerced by me in any way. My daughter is 21 and has an intelligent, strong mind of her own.

As many of my family and close friends know, back in January I got tested for Cowden syndrome. Cowden syndrome means that I am prone to getting lumps and am at a higher risk of getting cancer. It is also known to be the cause of AVM's to grow so fast (as demonstrated by the AVM that was growing in my brain.) 1 in 200,000 people suffer from this syndrome in the world. 2 of them in WA.
Yesterday I was the 3rd person to be diagnosed in WA with the condition. This now explains the reason behind my brain problems. Am I happy that I have been diagnosed with this condition? No not at all. But it's now nice to finally have an answer as to why I have been so ill for these past two years.

Cowden's is not curable. It is something that has been with me since birth. Why am I writing this on here? Because I want people to know that I'm ok. There's is no label stuck to my head that says that I have Cowden syndrome. I am going to live life to the best of my ability, as I have done so for the last 21 years. Thank you to my parents, sister, extended family and close friends for their love and support over the last few days. I will continue to ride this crazy train that we call life, to the best of my ability xx Ashton

Of course as her parents, Mark and I are shattered because we held on to a sliver of hope that the result would be negative. However realistically we are not surprised, the evidence has been mounting for some time.

There are some differences to my diagnosis and my daughter's diagnosis. I was 44 when diagnosed. She is 21. I spent a long time wondering why things were happening to me and wondering why I was different. She is diagnosed at a young age. She knows what the problem is and I can not begin to explain the relief this brings. It sounds ridiculous to use the word relief but not knowing hurts and drives you crazy. When you know, you can plan and be pro-active. Also, the doctors take you more seriously.

In the 5 years since my diagnosis the genetics field has literally exploded. There are things I know now that I didn't know 5 years ago. There are discoveries being made all the time. It is quite possible that within Ashton's lifetime there will be a way to manage this situation, this genetic condition, better.

Yesterday, Ashton joined the online support group COWDENS SYNDROME AUSTRALIA. Again it was her decision. She was welcomed into a warm, protective environment and promised support by most of the other 35 members in this country that also have this condition. She was overwhelmed by their kindness and offers ofhelp.

Most importantly, Ashton has me. This is not a condition that is unfamiliar to her as she has seen me live with it for a while now. I'd like to think that will in some way help.

I've often said that our life is in God's hands. I firmly believe there is a reason for all this and that HE knows what is best for us. My diagnosis and my various conditions have brought out qualities in me I never knew I had. I'm sure the same will happen for Ashton. Everything certainly happens for a reason.

Thank you for continuing to follow OUR story. I still can not get my head around the fact that when I started this blog, it was about me and my journey. I never, ever in a million years expected this twist to occur.

It helps so much to share the story. Please understand this is therapy for me and will continue, with my daughter's permission when necessary. I respect the fact she is an adult, at all times. I am also aware of the impact on my other daughter and husband and word my phrases carefully.

Please continue to pray for us. 1 in 200,000 and we have been struck twice.

Heads up and best foot forward.

Till next time...xxx




Monday, 6 April 2015

EASTER AND MY FAMILY

Here's a brief recount of my Easter weekend. I hope my story makes you realise that all families have their stories to tell...



Good Friday and off to Perth. Ashton has gone to Melbourne but Ciara still home. I intend to go to church at 3 pm. Arrive at 1 pm and sleep for 3 hours...oops not a good start for the holiest day of the year.

On Easter Saturday, I had a lovely time shopping with my younger daughter Ciara. She scored! She had her mother's undivided attention and we got some great stuff. Then she had a few little jobs to do so I thought I'd treat myself to a manicure and pedicure.

The salon is staffed by people of Asian origin. They do a fantastic job and when I'm in Perth I often go there. First thing I noticed however was the music playing was Christmas carols. Obviously someone knows Easter is a religious celebration ; they just got the wrong one.

Me - it's Easter not Christmas
Lady - ( limited English) - ha??? ( insert I have no idea what you're saying)
Me - those are Christmas carols...wrong song for Easter
Lady - ha??? ( insert I still have no idea what you're saying and I wish you'd shut up so I can do your nails).
Me- ( pretending I'm in Bali) - this festival not this song.                       
Lady - this song make me sleepy. You want shellac?
Me - jingle bells, jingle bells...( give up!)

After admiring my nails, I decided I needed a new dress to match them. I had been admiring a particular dress for a while and decided as the credit card was already in shock, a bit more wouldn't hurt. Ciara thought it looked lovely so I bought it and a top and new shoes. I'm blaming the spend up on those carols making me feel it was post Christmas sales.

Easter Sunday and apparently I'm buying ice for everyone's drinks as my sister ( new mother) can't manage both a child and buying ice.It's just toooooo hard.


After some jokes about whether she wanted the water type or the drug type, which she didn't laugh at, I gave up. Sense of humour in my family on gathering days is limited.

I felt bad that I again slept through mass but promised myself I'd go in the evening. Headed off to my sister and greeted family. Mother asks me why I've not taken my apron off. I think she's off her rocker as I'm not wearing one, till I realise she thinks the geometric pattern on my new dress looks like I'm wearing an apron. Excellent. I've just invented kitchen couture,

Brother in law takes orders for BBQ. He had one job. Cook the flaming BBQ. He did it with style. Suddenly massive flames erupted from the BBQ and enough smoke to clear the immediate area. Mother and niece ( both asthmatic disappear inside), sister ( allergic to red meat) is inside pumping antihistamine. I'm annoyed my apron dress now smells of smoke but manage to evacuate with food in my hand, so I'm happy.

Husband and brother in law play Fireman Sam. Father and brother "useless as tits on a bull" ( look it up non Australians). Father kept eating meal throughout imminent burning of house. Not worth missing out on his chargrilled meal.

Safety restored and family reseated. All starving so quiet for a while, except for the baby who is trying to drink her Dads beer and getting cross because the can is taken off her.
A commercial figolla

Full bellies and its dessert time. In Malta we have an a Easter cake called figolla. I have made it this year while Mum has made a gluten free one for my coeliac, meat allergic, lactose intolerant sister. We crack the usual joke that it's from no taste.com but only my nephew and I laugh. After tasting mine, Mum then proceeds to tell me that she needs to give me her recipe for her figolla. I assume it means mine tastes bad. She says it tastes fine so I wonder out loud why I therefore need her recipe. Dangerous ground. We are having a figolla face off.

My pavlova
My other job was to make pavlova. Strict instructions from niece with nut allergy to ensure no contact with nuts. I promised and the result is spectacular. Mother oblivious to this, leans over and figolla crumbs from her shirt fall on pavlova. Figolla has almonds in it. Sister in law quickly grabs unaffected piece and we all watch niece eat each morsel.

Brother in law, recovered from almost burning down his new house eats one quarter of the pavlova plus trifle plus figolla plus stores food for coming winter. He then realises he never cooked the steak for the BBQ. NOBODY wants him anywhere near the BBQ again.

With a few drinks, general chitchat begins and brother is in full swing. Dad sits quietly wondering about the strange family he has created. Kids eat Easter eggs and second youngest niece has a swim. Only the young are immune to cold water.

Leave to go to mass. Time for quick nap. Sleep through mass for third time. First time in 48 years have not been to a Easter mass. Am mortified.

Fireman Sam and baby
Easter Monday and on road back home eating left over figolla, chatting to husband and avoiding nut case drivers. MY
Myself and siblings (note apron)
figolla tastes exceptionally good.

That's Easter.

Till next time...xxx
Almost all the cousins

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