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Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Got Any Raisins?

Listening to a local radio station the other day, the conversation was about “pickup lines” that one of the co-horts of the radio show used to introduce himself to women:


“Do you have any raisins?”  The unsuspecting female responds, “no.”  He fires back, “then how about a date?”  There were many more lines that were far worse than that.  It did not matter how much the jerk, I mean jock, protested to his peers that the lines actually worked for him.

I have also watched many “on the prowl” and the methods they use to meet someone special in social situations.  It is almost like a game, observing whether someone is accepted or goes down in flames.

But for the cancer patient, survivor, or anyone dealing with a chronic and/or severe illness or physical issue, the desire to be with someone who will accept them for what they truly have to offer, their heart, companionship, there is no place for games or tacky lines.  We have something much more of a concern when it comes to dating, telling someone that we had (or have) cancer, or some other serious health issue.

Two years ago, I had a story published in the Memorial Sloan Kettering Visible Ink book, about when is the right time to tell someone that may have romantic or relationship intentions with, that you are dealing with illness or permanent injuries.  You can find it under “pages” on this site titled, “What’s Your Sign?  Mine Is Cancer.”  But before you even get to the actual conversation, you have to be able to find that someone.

Look at that last sentence, “have to be able to find…”.  I honestly believe that is where the main problem arises.  As a patient, I believe we put too much pressure on trying to find someone, instead of just letting it happen.  We often feel a need to force ourselves into a social setting that we are not comfortable with, or allow ourselves to be set up blind dates, or even searching on the internet on the various dating websites (and I am not saying there is anything wrong with that, if that is what you choose to do).

I will admit, I have not been single for any lengthy period of time following my cancer diagnosis.  I married following my treatments.  My fiancé was aware of my cancer, but the marriage did not work out.  Shortly after my divorce, I met who would be wife #2, who was familiar to me, as we were co-workers and friends.  We were able to get the awkward “familiarity” phase out of the way, more importantly, dealing with permanent relating to my cancer history (being unable to have biological children).

But during that second marriage, my health took a much more complicated turn, as late developing side effects from my cancer treatments began to surface leading to multiple hospitalizations and major surgeries.  And of course, later on, the end of my second marriage.

We want to give benefit to the doubt, that when we meet someone, in spite of what we have been through, that a person can look past our health issues.  And it does not make that potential suitor a horrible person if they cannot handle what we live with on a daily basis.  My first wife wanted me to just “move on.”  I really cannot explain what happened the second time around.  But both times, it was my hopes to settle down, get married, and have a family.  I was willing to just look and accept what their interests were as my own, putting my own world behind me.  In reality, my world was going nowhere, and several times reminded me that I still needed to pay attention to my health issues.

Admittedly, for the first time in my life, I was not looking for any relationships, in fact, I was not even interested in dating.  But over time, following the filing of my divorce, instead of me looking, someone found me.  Okay, we found each other.


We met under very abnormal circumstances.  But when it comes down to it, and I should not have been surprised by it, if I were going to meet someone, have to explain to someone my extreme health issues, and then more importantly, not only allow my heart to be open again but to be accepted and allow myself to be cared about, it was going to come from what my world has become.

Now there are a lot of cancer patients and survivors who say that they do not want their life defined by their cancer.  But in reality, who better to understand your needs than someone who has been in similar situations.

So after I filed for my second divorce, I did not set out to date.  But what I did do, was continue to build friendships, renew old ones, from a very familiar world to me, one that I felt comfortable.  And yes, it was my world of Hodgkin’s.  Far from the likes of “Plenty of Fish” or “”, in time, what started out as support for each other, bloomed into a friendship, and then unexpectedly blossomed into something that neither of us will give a name to because we do not know what to call it.

I do know this, I have found someone, and she has found me.  And we both agree, before anything else, we are truly best friends.  We respond to each other’s needs.  We treat each other with respect.  We understand when one is not feeling well.  We know there are things that need to be paid attention to.  But we also care about each other.  We are also not afraid to advocate for each other.  And when it comes to dealing with my health issues from my cancer past, no one understands me more than she does.  And she supports my need for the medical care I must have.  She also is there to force me to remember my limits and does not allow me to go beyond them.  I know that if when I wake from either a surgery or procedure, her face will be right in front of my glossy eyes.

This was not something that I planned.  It just happened.  Neither of us were looking.  Both of us could have been looking, but we were not.  And as the friendship grew, I did not have to worry about the next step, telling her that I had cancer, and all these other late health issues.

And about living my life defined by cancer, we do not do that.  No matter what label we give the relationship we now have, it is truly about two special people who came together, and both of us are there for each other to deal with each of our own cancer experiences.  But we are not defined by them.  We take each day, one at a time, and what that day gives us.

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3 thoughts on “Got Any Raisins?

  1. Another great post Paul. I met Jeff when I finally came to the realization that I would be okay on my own. Having someone in my life would be wonderful, but it wasn’t something I would die without. I decided I was going to be happy with myself first. My situation was a little different. My husband was killed in a military plane crash two months after I finished treatment. We had an 8 month old son. I didn’t begin dating until two years later after I moved. Most men couldn’t handle what I had been through or whatever it was, I decided it was their problem. By the time I met Jeff, eight years later, I had grown so much, that I decided I would be fine even if I never remarried. I think this made me more attractive to him. I wasn’t needy. Looks like we both learned a great deal from our journeys, Paul. I enjoy reading your blog.

  2. Another great post. Thanks for sharing. Good luck to both of you.

  3. So happy for you Paul, and not surprised – it’s often when we’re not looking for something, that the best match can evolve organically and naturally. You deserve this happiness. 🙂

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