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Caregivers Come In All Forms


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When we think of the word “caregiver”, there is a tendency to associate it with the staff of a nursing home, or perhaps doctors and nurses.  But there are many more examples of caregivers.  Each caregiver has their own specific role.  In fact, it is possible that you may not even recognize some of the caregivers that exist.  As long as you are involved in the direct care of a sick patient, you are a caregiver.  Even pets can be caregivers.

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This was “Goldie”, a Goldendoodle.  She was also a “therapy dog” who was visiting my father during his first chemotherapy treatment for lung cancer.  I had my first experience with a therapy dog during an episode of aspiration pneumonia and had been hospitalized for several days.  When faced with a serious illness, it is very important to take care of yourself emotionally during your health crisis.

I had my first experience with pet therapy, when I went through my cancer treatment for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I was living in an apartment, which unfortunately did not allow dogs, but for a $25 fee, would allow a cat.  And so I wasted no time in adopting a kitten, who because of her colors, I called her “Pebbles.”  Pebbles would always greet me when I rushed home from my chemo appointments, with the same procedure every day.  Barge in through the front door, rush right past Pebbles, straight for the bathroom, collapse on the floor and begin to vomit.  Cats being curious, Pebbles placed herself in her seated pose, right at the doorway, just staring at me, kneeling beside the toilet, occasionally lifting my head from the bowl to see her staring at me.  About a half hour later, I would drag myself from the bathroom to my bedroom across the hall, crawl into my bed.  Pebbles would follow me, jump up onto the bed, and lay down next to me on my ex-wife’s pillow (first ex-wife).  She would stay there, as if protecting me, comforting me, until my ex-wife would come home.

Years later, when I would adopt my Golden Retriever “Pollo,” I would have the same hopes of having Pollo certified as a “therapy dog.”

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I would not trade the fourteen years I had with my fur friend.  For those fourteen years, he was healthy.  There was only one drawback, he was happy staying a puppy his entire life.  As far as providing therapy, it was going to be his demeanor and joy with each visitor that was going to have to be enough therapy for anyone, sick or healthy.

But later in my cancer survival, he would provide that pet therapy to me when faced with my heart surgery, and other emergency situations that required recovery, he was there for me every step of the way.  Gentle at the right moments, and letting me know when it was time to get back on my feet and get back to being his friend again.

Needless to say, it is an amazing feeling to see those wagging tails in your darkest hours.  These caregivers rarely get recognized.

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The next obvious caregivers are the doctors, nurses, technicians, and therapists.  I will do a post on their importance of caregiving later on, though their value goes without saying.

But the next caregivers that I want to talk about, are the ones who simply get thrown into that role.  Years ago, when I completed my treatments, I made the decision that I wanted to “give back” in some way, for all the support I got going through my cancer journey.  I got certified as a peer to peer counselor with the American Cancer Society in a program called “Cansurmount.”  This program matched counselors to patients, cancer to cancer.  Unfortunately, it was a program that struggled to survive itself, falling short of volunteers, and I would end up counseling patients with many other cancers.

But you do not have to be “certified” to be a caregiver.  Simply being there with a ride to transport for treatment, accompanying to a doctor visit, or just sitting and keeping the patient company classifies you as a caregiver.  Anything that makes the patient feel better, giving them comfort, shows that you care.  You are giving care.  And you make a difference.  You do not have to be an immediate family member.  You can be a parent, a sibling, a cousin, spouse, friend, a neighbor, or even just a stranger.

Depending on the need, the caregiver level has the potential to get quite involved.  And it is here, that the caregiver themselves need to make sure that they are taking care of themselves.  It is very easy to get overwhelmed with their own emotions and physical being depending on the level of commitment.

Hospice workers are one example of the importance of caregiving.  In a patient’s end of days, hospice plays a major role in making sure that not only is the patient comfortable, but also, the family is having their emotional needs met.  I had my first personal experience with hospice as my father passed away from lung cancer earlier this year.  Months later after his passing, they still call me to see how I am doing.  I tell them that I miss my dad very much, but I am doing okay.  I have had over twenty years as a counselor, and feel that I have a fairly good grip on my emotional needs.

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My most challenging role as a caregiver, was as his health proxy.  For this, I would go beyond just driving him to his appointments, sitting with him and explaining to him everything the doctors were telling him to make sure he understood all of his options and decisions.  My dad looked up to me for support, to help him get through his battle with cancer.  His one wish, “to be a survivor like my son.”

I could not do that for my dad.  I was powerless to stop and cure the cancer that would take his life.  But what I could do for him, as the cancer spread, was make sure that his wishes were followed to the letter.  It was difficult for me to make a decision, that selfishly I might not have agreed with, but was what my dad wanted.  And as the cancer cells spread to his brain, and took away his decision-making ability, my decisions made were even more critical.  I had to make sure my dad was comfortable, all the while making sure that his wishes of no extraordinary measures to keep him alive, suffering.  My dad trusted me that I would be able to separate my emotions from the task that he asked of me.

Caregivers come in all forms, and carry out all kinds of functions.  But without them, professional or familial, a patient’s journey would be even more difficult to get through.

A Throwback Thursday From The Heart


The birth of a child, is one of the most beautiful experiences a parent can experience.  I am not just talking about the actual “birth” as experienced in a medical facility.  I am talking about the “birth” of a child into a family.

For many, biological birthing is not an option to those who wish to be parents.  Other options to assist in physically giving birth exist, but for many, not even those methods provide fruitful.

For parents like me, for me to become a parent, adoption was the only option available.  One of the chemotherapy drugs used to treat my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma was “mustargen”, a derivative of the same mustard gas Saddam Hussein used to kill thousands of his people.  The plus side about the drug is that it was critical in curing my cancer.  The down side, it also took away my ability to have children.

My only option, if not able to have a significant other give physical birth to my child, yet be able to experience “birth”, was to go through adoption.  Once that decision was made, the decision of whether to go international or stay domestic had to be made.  I will address what went behind those decisions in a different post.  Today, I wanted to make this post about what it was like, to experience the “births” of my daughters.

Both of my daughters were adopted from China.  We submitted our dossiers (biological and personality information about us) to China, and the magic happened.  Daughters were matched up to us, and we were sent photos along with information about our daughters.  Travel needed to be planned to adopt our daughters.  You can equate this to all the pre natal appointments.

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I can only imagine about the range of emotions and excitement swirling in a delivery room.  And other than the physical experiences of giving birth, I am certain what happened next, whether through adoption or giving birth, the feelings of becoming a parent were the same.

All the families who travelled with us were gathered into a main room.  Down the hallway, we could hear the cries of our children coming to us, assisted by staff from the orphanage where our daughters were adopted from.

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And then it happened, just as a doctor delivering a baby, our daughters were placed into our arms.

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It took less than five minutes after Madison was placed in my arms that I knew I wanted to adopt again, and this would bring Emmalie into our lives.  Yes, that is how I experienced “birth.”

Not only did I gain two beautiful girls into my life, but so many other people who will always be forever in my heart.  There are the “facilitators” that took care of us while we were in China.

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And of course, there were nineteen other families that forever will be tied to us for the rest of our lives.

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For some, we may never see each other again, but there is a reason that adoptive families are often referred to as “forever” families.  Our daughters that were adopted together all share that one bond with each other, the dates of March 14, 2004 and February 6, 2006.  Most of the children still see each other to this day, perhaps not in large groups, but by individual visits.  And with social media, it makes it even easier for the children to keep in touch with each other as they grow into their teen years.

Today is a special Throwback Thursday for me.

Here I Am, A Man Against The World


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I want to offer a bit of a disclaimer with this post, because the title makes it look like this is going to be a super negative and depressing post.  Quite the contrary, it is going to be a post that is truly inspirational.  So please, read this post for what it is truly meant to represent… determination, hope, perseverance, survival.

I am a musician by nature, and most of my internal strength I draw comes from every note that I sing, every tune that I hear, every beat that I feel.  I listen to most kinds of music depending on the kind of mood I am in, or the mood I need to be put in.

When it comes to inspirational songs, many find strength through church hymns, and there are plenty.  Contemporary songs have such inspirational lyrics by the likes of Josh Groban, Bette Middler, and the late Whitney Houston.  But for me, no song sums up my life, no song lifts me up higher, than a song that never really got any kind of airplay, and was pretty much hidden in the Karate Kid 2 soundtrack.  But being a true fan of music, I listen to a lot of music that does not make mainstream radio.

I came across this song ironically, during the days when I was diagnosed with cancer.  But nearly 25 years later, I still find myself facing struggle after struggle, never giving up.  And while I do have loved ones close to me who stand by me, and friends who support me, ultimately, it still falls upon me, to get through my trials.  It is a beautiful and powerful song written and recorded by the late Jimi Jamison of Survivor, and recorded by the band of the same name.  It is called “A Man Against The World.”  You can listen to the song, and view the powerful video at this link:

The music is beautiful.  The words… well… read on, and you be the judge if it sums me up and you will see, why I will never give up.  It is not in me.

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“Have you ever walked alone at night like a man against the world.  No one takes your side, a boat against the tide.”

A small child, I was an easy target of bullies.  Not just one-on-one, but more often than not, gangs of bullies.  People who I thought were friends, stood by and only watched the daily beatings I took.  My days in school were not spent learning, but studying how to evade those waiting in ambush for me on school property, and beyond, on my way home.  No father around to teach me to defend myself.  My family telling me to turn the other cheek or worse, calling the school to report the incidents which I soon learned to no longer speak of them.  And of course, school officials telling me to “start standing up for myself.”

“When your faith is shaken you start to break, and you heart can’t find the words, tossed upon the sand I give you a man against the world.”

The first Edelman to graduate from high school, I enrolled in a local college.  While studying, I held a full time job and a part time job.  A management opportunity was offered to me, leading to me withdrawing from college with less than a semester to go.  But it was a career move that was expected to set me up for life.  It did not.

“All the people cheer ’til the end is near and the hero takes a fall.  Then they’ll drag you through the mud, you’re only flesh and blood.”

I would now officially begin my life simply surviving working in the “working world” with college no longer a consideration.  But my work skills instead of being seen as a benefit by my employers, were seen as threats by my co-workers.  There were never intentions of replacing anyone’s position by me, but my work ethics were always seen as “getting in their way” or “showing them up.”  My reputation became more about my “inability to get along with others.”

“I have walked the path from dark to light and they’ve yet to come to terms.  Alone I take my stand, I’m only a man against the world.”

And just when I finally seem to get my world to be what everyone else wants it to be, and all should be good and perfect, I am diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, cancer.

“And love, like a distant reminder it tugs at my shoulder, it calls me home.  I shout, can a single voice carry, will I find sanctuary within your arms?”

Following a failed marriage, based on false hopes of a family, I move on to another relationship.  Get married.  Adopt two beautiful girls.  Again, life going great, and another major health issue strikes.  Only now it appears far worse news, because it became apparent that the treatments used to save my life, now almost resulted in costing me my life, and from that point on, would discover many other health challenges that I would face.

“Someday when the answer’s clearer, someday when I even the score.  You’ll reach and you’ll find me near you, right beside you, forevermore.”

I would much rather forget the last twelve months.  Having filed for my second divorce.  Having to put my best fur friend Pollo to sleep, after his fourteen years of a healthy and fun life, left him unable to see, hear, and smell, most importantly the loss of his never-ending wagging tail.  The loss of a close friend from the same cancer that I had, coincidently at the same age as I was when I dealt with it.  The loss of my father after battling lung cancer as defiantly as he possibly could.  The loss of my job after 17 years due to corporate downsizing and complications of my health.  And because of the violent reactions of certain family members through my marriage, I relocated a great distance away from my daughters, just so that they would not be a witness to the aggression and harassment from those family members towards their father.

“But for now I’ll walk the night alone like a man against the world.  A brand new day will shine through the avalanche of time.”

Now in the process of my second divorce, facing all kinds of consequences as a result of domestic court, still searching for employment, and most importantly, anticipating the next time I will ever see my daughters if these situations are not resolved, I am still fighting.  I am not giving up.

“Now the road’s grown long, but the spirit’s strong, and the fire within still burns.  Alone I take my stand, I give you a man against the world.”

I have the strongest support of my friends both far and near, in physical presence or on-line.  I have the love of my family, and my daughters to give me strength.  And I have the love of one of the strongest women I will ever know to keep pushing me forward, looking forward to the day that this will all be behind me.

I am typing this, because I truly believe that day will finally come.  If I did not believe that, I would have given up a long time ago.  Some may see me as an “angry” person.  Though really, could you blame me given everything I have been through (there is actually a lot more than I have written, but what I did write is bad enough by itself)?  But I have never given up.  I fight not because I like to, but because I have to.  When I have finally dealt with everything, and corrected everything, and the way that does not sacrifice who I am, those who have stood by me, and most importantly, my daughters will know that I stood tall and survived.

I give you, a man against the world.

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