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2013 Goal To Be More Informed, More Funny, More Inspiring


This year, I want to take this blog up a level.  I want go into my stories in alot more depth, a lot more personal.  I have a various amount of subject matter from Adoption, Bullying, Education, Cancer, Heart Disease, Emotional, Parenting, Relationships and so on. 

Our health is often scary, especially as we get older.  And as many readers have experienced, fear is not only normal, but expected.  But when you can her from someone who has been there done that, the circumstances could be different, but witnessing the end result can often boost our ease and confidence, reduce our fears.  I am going to take you on my personal journeys to Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, and other facilities, that follow my long term cancer survival.

If I struggle with care, I plan to address that.  During a recent hospital stay, I had a doctor attempt to rush to release me though clearly the results had spoken differently.  Patients have rights, and the first step to exercising those rights, is to realize that you have them.

As I pursue another attempt at the North Penn School Board Director position, I will come across education related issues which I will share with you.  This includes curriculum, environments, bullies, and school safety.

Two of the major issues in my life revolve around cancer and cardiac issues.  Times have changed since the days I went through both and there are wonderful new opportunities and higher cure rates.  I want you to see that.

As my daughters get older, it will be possible that we will be facing issues related to their being adopted and our family being interracial.  Of course, nothing is funnier than watching his “baby girls” finally growing up.

I plan also to throw in some short story fun pieces, reactions to current events, and exploring oddities.

Most importantly, I want to inspire.  I deal with quite a lot physically, but when anyone looks at me, people respond with “but you look so normal and… healthy”.  I do what I can not to let my cancer history, side effects or other struggles define who I am, or limit me.  As always, I need your feedback.  Please feel free to comment on this page (good or bad – I want to improve my writing).  And please, share this web site with anyone you feel it could inspire.

I want to help you laugh, inspire, and deal.  Here is to 2013.

Hard For The Holidays


It is officially time for me to turn off the “anti” Christmas sentiment as Thanksgiving has passed.  I have always resisted and pretty much objected to not being allowed to celebrate Halloween and Thanksgiving without being overlapped by Christmas sale propaganda.  I have not always been this way.  But I have to go back to my childhood to remember when I embraced Christmas.  But my childhood is also when it began.

It was the year of my seventh grade, I was thirteen years old.  And of course, during the Christmas holidays.  Three relatives had passed away between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day.  That was the first year that I was not able to enjoy everything that I had received.

And then in 1988, just prior to Thanksgiving, I was diagnosed with cancer, Hodgkin’s Disease.  Admittedly, I was a “seasonal” Christian meaning that I went to church at least on Easter and Christmas Eve.  I still approached my minister as I chose that particular moment to recognize God.  And just as Job did, I questioned why, when for the first time I appeared to have turned my life around, everything going right for me, I would have it all brought crashing down.  Even two years later, as I was finally able to breath as I had been pronounced in remission, the scars had developed.  Over the next decade, things would get much worse as it seemed every crisis, whether it resulted in someone passing away or not, occurred around one of the big two holidays.

*  my stepmother, crossing the street, hit by a car, two days before Christmas

*  my former father-in-law being misdiagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease being kept in a nursing home drugged up on psychotropic drugs instead of realizing it was his regular meds that were causing the mental issues as his vitals were not being followed properly

*  my ex-wife (then still married to her) was hit head on in a car accident just after a New Year’s Day

*  Wendy was experiencing a severe bleeding issue that brought on other concerns right before an Easter holiday

*  my heart surgery was done just after an Easter Holiday

*  I was diagnosed Septic just before this past Easter

This list is more than three times longer.  But you get the general idea.  An approaching holiday to me, means most likely another crisis/tragedy for me to deal with.

This thought process, though in full swing though, has been shaken at least a little bit beginning in 2004 with the adoption of our oldest daugther.  The issues and events still occur, as I have come to expect, but I do my best now to not let these things interfere with my daughters’ enthusiasm.  Tonight, as we are walking through the Christmas Tree Shoppe, Madison came right out and asked me, “Daddy, why don’t you like Christmas?”  I love my daughters more than anything on this Earth and the last thing I would ever want to do is take their innocence away, especially when it comes to Christmas and Easter.

And even though every holiday comes and goes, and their smiles are endless as they spot their gifts under the tree, or see that the Easter bunny had delivered them baskets, at least my oldest has noticed that there is a grown up aspect to the holidays.  I have so much work to do to make sure that they do not grow up to believe about the holidays as I have grown accustomed to.

Why International? We Have Needs Here.


The question is:  “Why and how did you choose to adopt internationally when we have so many children here in the US that need a home?”

This is almost always the follow up question after “what made you consider adoption?”.

When Wendy and I made the decision that one of the most important part of our lives was to become parents, and having exhausted all other considered means, adoption was our only alternative.

We discussed in detail quite a bit, age, gender, and most importantly, the type of adoption.  Though we wanted to experience childbirth together, but were not able to, we decided that we wanted to adopt an infant.  We knew that it probably would not be new-born, but we definitely wanted the baby stage.  We skipped ethnicity for the time being and directed our concentration to the biggest factor that would affect our dream, financing the process.

Adopting domesticly, there are two types, open and closed.  One type of adoption you know who the parents are, the other you do not.  This was not really an issue for us however, time and cost would be factors.  We knew that there would be ups and downs waiting for a caucasian infant, such as interviews with parents, having false hopes, and huge let downs.  Adopting another race could also prove difficult on not just us, but on the child as well depending on the area that we lived and if there would be acceptence of a mixed race family.  Because we knew lawyers would be involved, and though we never got a price, we estimated the cost (back in 2003) to be at least $50,000.  And then of course, there was the huge risk of having the birth parent return, to ask for her child back and that would be a whole other situation that we did not want the possibility of.  Knowing the birth parents or having a relationship with them is one thing.  But spending a lifetime (even just one minute) and to lose the child forever was not an option.

This was also the reason that we did not consider going through the foster system.  My step-sister had been a foster parent several times.  And I admired her for her efforts.  Wendy and I just felt that we could not afford emotionally to get attached to someone, only to have them ripped from our hearts.  And would it not be for health issues, we would probably consider an older child at this point, but we definitely wanted to go through the infant stage.

That left only the international option.  We made many phone calls to adoption agencies.  For the most part, we got nothing but voice mails.  One agency that actually answered its phone unfortunately was too judgemental about me being divorced.  Then we finally reached an agency that answered its phone, and was genuinely interested in helping to build a family.  We spent close to an hour on the telephone asking all kinds of questions, and the questions got answered.  The agency invited us to an informational meeting at the local office.

We sat in the back of the conference room (some behaviors never change from school).  A social worker talked about international adoption and some of the processes and how they were determined by the country adopting from.  After that, a guest speaker was introduced, actually a guest speaker and her adopted daughter.  Sue had just been to China within the last year and wanted all of us to meet Lilly Grace, her daughter.  Lilly Grace was the most beautiful little girl with the largest smile we had ever seen (up until the point we adopted our daughters of course).  It was instantaneous, we would build our family through China.

The fees involved with adopting and travel would cost us 1/3 of what adopting domestic would cost.  My health history was of no concern to China as entities in the US would discriminate against me.  There would be no chance of our daughters being taken away from us.  Wendy and I were going to have a family.

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