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Friday, 9 January 2015

AN AMERICAN SUPERSTAR


Across the  miles, in a country I can only but hope to visit one day lives a dear friend. Funnily enough
though we have never met in person.

Lori Thompson Ortega is  my sister from another mister. We first met in an online support group for Cowden's syndrome and over the months I was taken aback by how similar our lives were and continue to be.

Like myself Lori is a breast cancer survivor and diagnosed with Cowden's syndrome. She is also a teacher ( like me), a blogger ( like me) and yes I'm going to say it hard headed, focused and resilient ( like me!). We both have husbands who maybe though short on words have well and truly earned a place in heaven.

I wish the similarities end there but they don't. We both have children who in recent years have been through hell and back with their health. Both kids have had arteriovenous malformations, both have had thyroid issues, both have lost their favourite pet in the last twelve months. Both refuse to let their conditions define them. Meghan swims and does well at school, my daughter is determined to finish her degree.

There is one difference at the moment. Eleven year old Meghan has been diagnosed with Cowden's syndrome but the jury is still out as to whether my daughter also carries the faulty gene.

The story of Meghan Ortega is one of bravery and resilience not usually seen in an eleven year old child. Recently, a newspaper in the States published her story and with her mother's permission, I have suspended my blog this week to bring it to you.

12 SURGERIES IN 11 YEARS; LIVING WITH COWDEN'S SYNDROME

STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- Meghan Ortega, a Westerleigh sixth-grader, is one of my favorite dental patients and one of my twin daughters' dearest friends.
A graduate of PS 29, Meghan is a Principal's Honor Roll student at Markham Intermediate School in Graniteville. She loves drama, is an avid reader, loves to swim and has a broad smile and sunny disposition.
Meghan also happens to be one of the bravest kids I know. In her 11 years, she has had 12 surgeries. Twelve. She hurts every day, but has learned pain is part of her life.
Meghan has a rare genetic disorder called Cowden's syndrome. Cowden's falls under the umbrella term of PTEN hamartoma tumor syndrome. The PTEN gene, which suppresses tumor growth, malfunctions, resulting in benign and malignant tumors developing all over the body.
Approximately 30 percent of children with genetic disorders die before their fifth birthday, so Meghan is fighting for her life with preventive screenings and surgery.
As her dentist, I saw firsthand one of the oral manifestations of Cowden's syndrome -- a suspicious gingival (gum) growth -- for which I referred her to an oral surgeon for biopsy and excision.
Not once did I ever hear Meghan complain.
The PTEN gene is passed on in an autosomal dominant pattern and is rare, affecting one in 200,000 people. The cancer risks are high; the lifetime breast cancer risk seems to exceed the BRCA risk, and there are significant risks for thyroid, uterine, kidney, skin, colon, and countless other malignancies.
To keep a close eye on the disease and its progression, Meghan sees doctors regularly for preventive screenings -- including biopsies.
But she is just happy that she finally has a diagnosis.
When Meghan was a baby, her parents, Lori and Felix knew something was "not right." She was chronically ill. She suffered with gastrointestinal distress well past her first birthday, and her diet had to be free of gluten, dairy, soy, dyes and preservatives. Her gallbladder was removed when she was 3 years old.
Meghan also had a lipoma taken from her back and her tonsils and adenoids removed. She had to have a complete thyroidectomy because of 19 rapidly growing abnormal nodules on her thyroid gland, three of which were deemed pre-cancerous.
The most notable of the surgical procedures for Meghan's abnormal growths were the five she had to undergo as a result of an AVM (arteriovenous malformation) in her right knee. While AVMs are not exclusive to Cowden's syndrome, there is an increased incidence in the population.
Recently she was hospitalized for a week because the medication that helped control the AVM in her knee caused damage to her GI tract and her esophagus.
She was taken off that medication and is healing, but the pain has returned to her knee.

It is one of the constant smaller battles she fights with side effects of the multiple medications she must take.
Meghan is often at a doctor's office. Barely a week goes by without at least one appointment. She waits like a champion for hours on end, because she is conditioned from years of practice.
Lori, her mom, firmly believes Meghan saved her life -- because of Meghan's diagnosis, she also was tested and confirmed positive for the PTEN gene mutation. She had surgery as well, a prophylactic double mastectomy.
In a world where we often get wrapped up in trivial annoyances, Meghan is an inspiration, a reminder that in the great scheme of things, people all around us are fighting real battles.
Although Meghan has met some great friends along the way, it is often a struggle for her to relate socially to most children, who likely have been to the doctor only once a year their whole lives.
Meghan's experience of living with Cowden's, combined with the food issues, can be isolating for her, realizing early on that talking too much about pain to her peers can also increase the isolation: It is hard for them to relate.
So she threw herself fully into support of other children and adults who have rare diseases, like the one she and her mom share.
She worked with one charity, the Global Genes Project (www.globalgenes.org) soon after she was diagnosed.
Meghan also sought a symbol for those with multiple medical issues and what developed was beautiful: A denim ribbon, a nod to the slogan, "Hope, it's in our Genes."
The first year after her diagnosis, Meghan simply wanted to hand out Denim Ribbons on World Rare Disease Day. The second year, she worked with the Student Council to organize a successful fundraiser at school.
Now, Meghan has struck up a friendship with Borough President James Oddo, who has invited her to Borough Hall several times to talk about ways she can make a difference. He has become her mentor, helping her find her voice.
This year, Meghan has organized a fundraiser to be held Sunday, Feb. 15, at Nicotra's Hilton Garden Inn in Bloomfield, to raise awareness and money for rare diseases. To help others like her, many worse off.
Her goal is to educate everyone about rare diseases in general.  She is acutely aware that everyone struggles, but wishes there would be less judgment and more support. One of her pet peeves is people who say, "You don't look sick."
For more information about Meghan's journey and to support her fundraiser, please visit her blog, www.beatingcowdens.com.  Tickets can be purchased at www.eventbrite.com.

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Till next time...xxx











Monday, 5 January 2015

THE PLAN IS TO KEEP BUSY

Today life starts to get back to normal. The husband goes back to work. My house guest returns to Perth and I start throwing out any Christmas leftovers. Are we the only ones still munching on fruit mince pies and chocolate? Much as it's going to kill me its all going in the bin.

I've also made another decision. I'm going to give my book another shot and stop feeling sorry for myself about my two rejections. 
" Mum, JK Rowling got rejected heaps of times" said my daughter (with teenage eyes rolling in impatience at how naive I was).
 " Don't give up".

I've thought about it for the last few weeks over mohitos in Bali, over turkey and mince pies in Perth and over Christmas cake and left over ham back home. And I've decided finally that I have nothing to lose and that I need a project to stop me from climbing the walls in between medical appointments. If it also raises my spirits then that's great. And yes I know, it could get rejected again. I'm prepared for that.

Stay tuned for more as the project unfolds and the question in my mind is answered. Can I get rejected more times that JKR?

So, time is suddenly marching on and as usual it's in a hurry. Christmas ads on television have given way to Australia day advertising. Pamphlets selling Christmas goods are now selling hot cross buns! What ever is the rush?

On the home front a few occasions are looming. My eldest daughter will soon have an MRI to check out how her brain and neck blood vessels are behaving. I am due a colonoscopy which after cancelling prior to Bali, I now must have. This is my most disliked procedure in the universe, but unfortunately people with Cowdens syndrome often require these.

A more pleasant occasion in the next few weeks to plan is a 21st birthday party for my favourite eldest daughter. I am determined that she will have a night to remember and that it will wipe out some of the bad moments from the last 18 months. Venue, dj, food, dress, gift...yes I have loads to do.

Till next time...xxx

Thursday, 1 January 2015

SAME NONSENSE, DIFFERENT YEAR

Welcome to 2015 and welcome to my ongoing story of life with a rare genetic disorder called
Cowdens syndrome. With almost 700 people following my blog now, I feel a New Year is the time for a recap. To those of you who know me well, now may be the time for a cup of tea.

I am a 48 year old woman, married with two adult daughters and living in Western Australia. I am a passionate Westcoast Eagles (WCE) supporter,
love a good coffee and and can get lost in my iPad for hours. I love my family and once upon a time (seems like ages ago), I was a high school teacher.

But in 2009 when I was diagnosed with Cowdens syndrome my life changed dramatically. It's hard to put into words how it is different,but all I can say is that nothing has ever been the same since my diagnosis. I still love my WCE , my coffee and my iPad but I am different inside.

A lot of people who read my blog ask me about Cowdens. Basically it's a condition where the controls that stop cells growing aimlessly are faulty. In some this results in cancers and in many, growths or lumps of all descriptions. The problem with Cowdens is that the condition manifests itself differently in each person who has it. It is most confusing and most debilitating and no two people are the same.

The last few years have been a whirlwind. Countless surgeries to remove organs and tissue bursting with tumours, cancer not once but twice, a bilateral mastectomy and an immediate menopause following removal of ovaries. The list is seemingly endless.

I type it all now and I feel nothing. I don't feel anger and where once I felt sadness I now feel none. Maybe if anything I feel resignation. I certainly know that it's no point wasting my energy worrying about it all. Better to use the energy to deal with it all. And deal with it I have to...the lumps, the side effects, the doctors, the tests, the costs, the time off work, the ensuing anxiety and depression. Who has energy to waste on things which are done and dusted?

However, since mid 2013 my so called bravado has been severely tested. My eldest daughter ( age 19 at the time), was diagnosed with an aggressive dural fistula. For those who don't wade regularly in medico lingo, this basically means that unusual connections had been formed in her brain and these were dangerous.

Her story continues to unfold 18 months down the track. Though she is improved, she is not fixed and our new year will consist of soldiering on with more testing and more surgery. In 2015 she will also be tested for the gene that causes Cowdens syndrome. While the specialists who dealt with her early on felt there was no link to my diagnosis, her current specialist, her life saver, feels it is highly likely. Time will tell. A negative diagnosis is preferable and a positive diagnosis will not change treatment. It will merely answer the "why" which frequently hangs in the air.


There are two other members of this family. My youngest daughter is an actress and a soon to be first time university student. My husband is my strength and my rock. Both of them have had more to deal with than is fair. Sometimes, when health issues are not so pressing, they get a mention!

Thanks to this blog and social media, I have been able to link up with other CS patients worldwide. I can't begin to explain how exciting it was and continues to be to meet like people. Some have their own blogs and if you are interested their links appear frequently on mine. We are a close knit bunch despite the distance between us all. To this date I am yet to meet another in my state with this condition. However, a highlight of 2014 was starting the Cowdens Australia support group through facebook. Our membership is currently at 33. They are my " other" family.

I like to tell stories and hope you will stay with me and explore what 2015 has in store for me and my family. Please leave comments whenever you like. I read them all. Also, please share my posts whenever you can as it helps me get the word out about the syndrome.

So, basically that's it. You are welcome into my world and if you get something out of following me, that's great. Being inspirational however is not my goal. If I have to have a goal it would be to keep my whole head above the water for the whole year and preferably beyond.
  

"Onward and upward..." (C.S.LEWIS)

Till next time...xxx

ST






Monday, 29 December 2014

ON A FINAL NOTE FOR 2014

Dear God, we have to talk. 

For many years now I have got to this date and looked back in horror at the year that has been. Yet again, I find myself in this predicament. What's going on God? My year has been a bit like that joke going around, where someone asks Santa for a slim body and a fat purse and he gets it all mixed up, and the person gets a fat body and a slim purse.



I am feeling a tad ripped off AGAIN!

Now I know that you know what you're doing, but do you think I could maybe offer a few suggestions to guide you for next year...cos it must be difficult dealing with so many people and so many stories.


Firstly God, a bit of overall health in this family wouldn't go astray. It's not that we don't like hanging around hospitals checking out the cute medical students. It's just wearing a bit thin and it costs a small fortune in parking fees.


Second request if it's ok. I would like to stop feeling like I'm constantly waiting for the next thing to go wrong. It's sort of getting on my nerves and making me into a bigger stress head than I already am.


Thirdly a Lotto win must be on the cards...right? 


By the way God, here's a little something I thought I'd share with you cos it hasn't been ALL bad ALL the time. Here are some highlights from 2014.


2014 LUMPY CHRONICLES AWARDS


MOST POPULAR POST - Introducing Ashton GUEST BLOGGER ( my smarty pants daughter took out top post for the year on my blog. Over 1100 people read her posting.


MOST POPULAR ON GOOGLE PLUS - 'Twas the week before Christmas ( hard market to crack and suddenly I hit the jackpot).


MOST SURPRISING LOCATION WHERE BLOG IS READ - Ukraine ( ?)


LEAST SURPRISING LOCATION WHERE BLOG IS READ - Australia


HAPPIEST MEMORY IN 2014 - the Eagles and 96fm visit to our girl in hospital.


COMMUNITY SERVICE AWARD - +Telstra for iPad and modem to our girl


NICEST PEOPLE ON EARTH AWARD - +Midwest Charity begins at Home team


PERSON OF THE YEAR - Dr Hot Stuff 



Till next year...xxx

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ST




Monday, 22 December 2014

WHAT ARE YOUR NEW YEAR WISHES?

Today for a moment everything felt so " normal". The husband was mowing the lawn, the favourite youngest daughter ( FYD), home for a visit was cooking and I sat quietly sipping my new vanilla coffee from Bali. We attended church in the morning and had friends call over mid morning. We then had family and more friends come to visit in the afternoon and exchanged Christmas greetings and cards and caught up on all the gossip.

I remember telling students not to use the word " nice" because it was too general. Well, I'm about to break my own rule because today was " nice". It made me feel good. It made me feel normal. As I said to my sister in law, you could almost think the problems in this family are finished, that all is well and life is peaceful.

I wish that was the case. 

Christmas will come and then we will see in another year where only God knows what is in store for us with doctors, hospitals etc. In the meantime we wait and go through the motions of Christmas and New Year. 

This year I'm done with New Year's resolutions so there will be none from me. How can you keep resolutions when your life is continually messed about?  Instead of resolutions I'm compiling a list of my New Year's wishes. I've thought long and hard about these. What do you think?

For the FED ( favourite eldest daughter) I wish good health and a body that does what it should do. I wish her inner strength to continue and her determination to fight to never leave her. I wish her continued success in studies and for the world to know what she is capable of.

For the FYD I wish patience and self knowledge. I wish for her to have a family life that does not revolve around medical drama and for her own inner strength to deal with it, if this can't be granted. I wish her opportunities to sing, dance, act and everything that makes her and others around her happy.

For the husband I wish a never ending bottle of Bintang beer and more opportunities to rest. I wish the weight of the world off his shoulders and ( now I'm pushing it), a money tree to grow in the back yard.

For myself I wish stamina to last the distance, even when the end posts are moved. I wish patience to accept what I can't control or change and the energy to push on regardless.




I hope you have the chance to make some wishes of your own.

Till next time...xxx

Thursday, 18 December 2014

'TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS...

I am such a stress head. Even in beautiful Bali I had to remind myself that I was on holiday and I had to tell my brain to relax and not worry about anything . I'd like to say I'm out of practice at relaxing, but that would be a load of polly-waffle because I've always been an anxious sort, a worrier...and sometimes I feel I'm just getting worse.

And no matter how hard I try to not let it worsen , the anxiety breaks through. In the last few days the incident in Sydney has left a lot of people ( not just me), with worry lines etched into their faces. How is it possible that this horrible event unfolded in our beautiful country? Is this an indication of the life our children and grandchildren will forever be exposed to?

It just seems lately that nowhere is really a " worry free zone". Our beautiful town appears to have had an increase in break ins and theft. Whether this is actually an increase, or it's just more known about due to social media, is hard to know. But the worry seed is sown regardless . And of course being Australian, we refuse to remain housebound and town bound because of the actions of a few. We go about our day, we secure our home, we exercise caution and we worry...or at least I do.

Currently the husband and I are in the car returning home. MORE WORRY - daughter number 2 is ahead of us driving herself and her boyfriend. I'm not worried about her driving ability, she is a good driver. I'm worried about the idiots on the road. Even as I type this, a man flies past us in an area where he is not allowed to overtake. He has kids in the car and is doing about 15-20 km over the speed limit. OMG! Why do people think accidents will never happen to them? How much more tragedy do we need to experience?

Christmas is one week away and this year in an ongoing effort to minimise my stress I have once again cut corners. This year I am refusing to buy any women's magazines which are full of pictures of decorated tables, Christmas recipes and perfectly wrapped gifts. After many years of doing this, I know how to organise the sort of Christmas my family enjoy and I don't need the magazines making me feel I'm not doing it right. May sound really silly for some, but Christmas is a pressure pot for many and those magazines are in my pressure pot.

Add to that present shopping. I thought I had it stitched up this year thanks to Internet shopping. Now I find that some internet purchases may not arrive in time for Christmas. Scream, yell, shout. Now what? Do I need to start in July to get stuff mailed on time? Ridiculous!

As we left Bali this week, the Balinese were getting ready to celebrate Galungan. This is a festival celebrating good over bad, so in keeping with this I want to share some good things that I've heard about this week which have really touched me.

* At the FEDs work, a lady stepped forward to pay a bill for a mother desperately trying to deal with shopping and children.
* In America a stranger has paid off all the christmas lay-bys in a store.
* The #illridewithyou has trended all around the world. Please look it up if you don't know what this is - australian mateship at its best.
* A video on YouTube (link below) showing kids in a third world country opening the Christmas shoebox presents which a lot of people world wide ( myself as well at times) have contributed to.


Yes I'm anxious and yes I worry...and sometimes these issues take on a life of their own and I feel worse. But amidst all this there are moments when you realise that there are good and happy things too, if our eyes are wide open and we are receptive.

Enjoy the lead up to Christmas

Till next time...xxx

Friday, 12 December 2014

BLOG NUMBER 100

Blog number 100. Yahoo!!!

I am sitting by the pool in my hotel in Bali with an iPad in one hand and a mojhito close by. It is off season here so I pretty much have the whole area and the waiter to myself. In three days the staff have become friends. They call the husband "boss" ( little do they know) and me "mama boss". It's hilarious. I might have to get a T shirt printed with Mama Boss for back home.

It's only my second time here but I'm seriously thinking of never going home ( only joking kids). The peace of this place is overwhelming. The people also tend to bring you back to what's important eg the husband asked a young waiter if he liked to drink Bintang beer. He replied it was too expensive for him. We are indeed a privileged lot to be able to easily afford what others see as luxuries. Another example - our pool waiter broke his flip flops and fixed them with a bit of rope because they still had wear in them. We are definitely a privileged lot and being here reminds us to practise gratitude and appreciation.

One thing I really like about Bali is that there is no need to rush. You are on Bali time. The husband asked reception ( P1) for more tea. He told person 2 ( P2) who rang P3 who gave the instruction to P4 who eventually arrived with the tea. Everyone has a role to play and it's no use getting frustrated. Initially it's annoying ( all I want are some bloody tea bags) but now you throw up your hands and know that what ever you want will happen eventually.

At lunch time today I listened to a tourist complain the cafe had no low fat milk. Complaining to the Balinese is a futile exercise. They either don't understand what's wrong or they stand there till you get over it and order something else. A few minutes later the grumpy customer had a yummy juice and was happy. No anger. No harsh exchange of words. No sweating the small stuff. Love it.

So yes, the reminders to be grateful, take my time and chill out are much needed.

It's been a shocker of a year - sick child, lots of travel, limited money, stress galore. But there have been good times too - the humour shared , the kindness shown to us by many, the success achieved whether in medical treatments or studies, the love of our families.

So, as the sun sets on another day in beautiful Bali, I thankyou for making 100 blogs possible and for helping me keep my head above water. Your support and your kind messages keep me going.

I'm out of mojhito.

Short blog today...till next time xxx
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