Writing is therapy

That’s what I have been told.  And read.  And while that’s not why I initially started this blog in 2011, writing has essentially developed into another way for me to process everything now in my life.  There has been something going on in my mind since last week but I haven’t had the time to sit in front of my computer to really think about it.  To really process and ponder about it.  To give it some thought and consideration.

Before I start that, well-meaning people tell me “You must be positive” quite often.  And, while I believe that and want to be a positive person, sometimes it’s really hard.  Sometimes, the weight of the pressure of life is overwhelming and I just need some “life is really scary right now” time.  Last week at the ENT doctor I had a wave of the “life is really scary”.

Part of Cowden’s Syndrome is having a “cobblestone tongue”.  (Google it if you need to)…and several months ago I noticed a bump on my tongue that was growing noticeably bigger.  (Now, I don’t know about you.  But anytime I have something going on with my body that is NOT NORMAL it causes me some angst.  Cowden’s Syndrome and Lhermitte-duclos Disease now makes that angst even GREATER.)

And, it hurt.  Big time.  Since PTEN mutations causes me to “GROW THINGS” (ugh; gross I know) my biggest concern was that this tongue bump was on the fast track to STARDOM and was getting bigger by the moment.  I talked to my primary doctor and got the necessary paperwork for the referral to the Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor.

So, last weekend happened.  While I needed him to look at my tongue I also needed him to look at the inside of my cheeks because I had 2 other bumps.  (Thanks a freaking lot Cowden’s Syndrome!) – This was a new doctor to my “team” and I was sort of impressed at first with him.  (There was something that he needed that I wish I could have offered him.  I don’t mean to be disrespectful but hey.  If you’re going to be THAT close to my face can’t you please ensure you have this ONE LITTLE THING addressed prior to meeting my FACE?!) –  He said that if he was to remove the bumps on my tongue we would have to go to the operating room to do so.

I don’t know why.  But, it brought up so much terror and anxiety in me.  Anxiety because my new motto now is, “JUST SAY NO TO SURGERY!”; but also my concern that if I wait and don’t address this bump on my tongue it will grow bigger and then what?  And then surgery is more complicated?  I don’t know.  But, I do know this.  “Cowden’s Syndrome tongue” is not pretty. You can search for pictures if you’d like but I wouldn’t really recommend it.  By no means am I an involved case (thankfully) but there’s always the “what if” that I may become that.  Does that make sense?  He explained that the tongue is very vascular and blah, blah, blah.  To be honest.  I don’t remember much of what he said to me after “Operating Room”.  The thought of Cowden’s Syndrome doing this to me again was just TOO MUCH FOR MENo more surgeries for fun, for frolic, for brain tumors, for preventing uterine cancer, for bumps on my tongue.  NOTHING.

Moving on, we looked at the bumps in my cheek.  I have one on my upper right cheek and had another on my lower left cheek.  The upper one was small last week so appeared to be a non-issue (to him), but the one on my left cheek was much larger and had a different shape.  The word “stitches” was tossed out in this exam room.

UGH.

Stitches in my mouth? How is that even going to work?

In past experience I know that the shot hurts more than the procedure itself, and this case wasn’t any different.  After he removed the bump he said I needed 1 stitch, probably 2.  And he proceeded to sew up the inside of my mouth with sutures.  I was holding it together until I felt the suture against my lip and saw the suture coming out my mouth as he was tying up all the loose ends (BAHA).  I got a bit woozy at that point.

The kicker is that I’m probably not immune to surgeries or medical procedures at the ripe old age of 42.  Granted, 3 surgeries since 2011 is three too many in my book, but with the track record of Cowden’s Syndrome I think I have to prepare myself for what’s to come.  Life is  a time to prepare.  I get that. And I guess I’m learning that the hard way, whether I wanted to or not.

So, this is my therapy for today.  My story.  My life.  Me.  There isn’t an opportunity for me to share this with anyone, so thank you for reading.  It’s good to have this little place of the Internet where I can be me and get all of this out.

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3 thoughts on “Writing is therapy

  1. Great… sorry, selfishly thinking about me and my bumps on my tongue. Not looking forward to the larger ones that I seem to feel more these days and the day the dentist says, ‘you really ought to have someone look at that…’

    It’s not so much the operating for me — it’s the after the operation: biopsy, healing, not healing correctly, missing more work, calcium going wonky a month post surgery. But I’m OK with the operating part. I’ll bet you are too — it’s the post-op world that really really sucks.

    Has the dentist ever talked about biopsying (sp?) any of those mouth and tongue bumps?

    Take care & hang in there!

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