Paul's Heart

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A Super Side Story


(apologies for the delay in this story, but life happens.)

As many who have no vested interest in the Super Bowl (meaning my team was not playing), I am prone to want to pay attention to the extra stories that occur over the two weeks, and the game itself. This is a tradition that began for me back in 2006, when the Seattle Seahawks (my team) went to their first Super Bowl, and I completely missed the game, as I was in the process of adopting my youngest daughter. Every year, as Super Bowl rolls around, regardless who is playing, including the two additional appearances by the Seahawks, the first thing that always comes to mind, is that trip all the way around the world.

This year’s game, had many special stories behind the game. There was the first match up of biological brothers playing on opposite teams. This story so entertaining, even their mother, any time she was seen, was wearing “split” clothing, representing both the Philadelphia Eagles for her son Jason, and the Kansas City Chiefs for her son Travis.

There was the historical milestone of having two black quarterbacks starting the Super Bowl.

And then, there was the fact that the head coach of the Chiefs, at one time, had been the coach of the Eagles, and while haven gotten the birds to the Super Bowl, the did not win. “Big Red” as Andy Reid was known by, soon found himself out of favor with the fans, and the team, landing in Kansas City, where he won his first Super Bowl as a coach last year.

But the most special moment for me, occurred at two separate moments, both before the game had begun. The first happened in the hour before the game, an interview was held by former New York Giant Michael Strahan, with Buffalo Bills Damar Hamlin, who gained unintended fame having collapsed on the field, during a game between the Bills and the Bengals near the end of the season.

After some questions to Hamlin about how the day began, and what was at stake, Strahan then asked a most difficult question. I am paraphrasing it, as this happened to be an emotional moment for me watching this interview, explanation will be coming shortly, “what went through your mind, as you got up after making the tackle, only to collapse right after.” Hamlin responded that he was not able to answer that question yet, as tears started rolling down his face.

Of course, the question was likely to provoke a response about the sudden blackout, fear, helplessness, and as his heart beat stopped on the field, would he have had any memory of that moment? The interview ended soon after that.

Whether for good or for bad, when the body decides to allow or disallow memory of certain trauma, whether remembered or not, often stirs an emotional upheaval, none felt like ever before. While I will not speak for Hamlin, myself, a cardiac patient as Hamlin, I often still struggle with my emotions every since my first major open heart surgery almost fifteen years ago. And I cannot explain it. I do not personally remember anything after the oxygen mask had been placed over my mouth. Reading the surgical report, I know my heart had been stopped, drained of its blood so that the surgery could be done. And then my heart was filled back up with blood, and restarted. I offer my apologies to my surgeon as it was really way more complicated than I made it sound. But my point is this, I remember nothing about what happened, once I was put under anesthesia until I came to after the surgery. And yet, whenever I witness or hear of someone else go through an experience with the heart, or cancer, I lose control of my emotions.

As I write this post, I am aware of a fellow long term Hodgkin’s survivor like me, going on over a month now since his heart surgery. He is also facing new emotions as he struggles with his recovery, as well as the trauma of what his body had been put through.

When Hamlin is ready, he may finally discuss what he has been feeling, struggling with. Maybe his won’t. But one thing that I truly admire about Hamlin, like many other survivors, they take the experience of that traumatic event, and try to make something good come of it.

Hamlin is alive for only one reason, CPR being performed on him, almost right away. Time is the most critical when the heart stops beating, and medical personnel were able to begin CPR right away, buying the time necessary for better methods to be employed, eventually saving this young man’s life. It is truly an inspirational story, fan of football or not.

And so, the second moment of yesterday’s telecast came, during introductions of the game, many medical personnel who tended to Hamlin, and training staff from both teams were all introduced on the field. And yes, it was predictable, but wow, what a powerful moment, Hamlin was introduced, and embraced all who were there. Yes, the tears were not only falling, but out of control for me. Hamlin was wearing sunglasses, but anyone watching knew what was happening in that moment.

I reunited with my hospital caregivers a couple months after my emergency bypass had been completed. I wanted to let them all know, their care was responsible for saving my life, and I was not only going to live, but make the most of my life, and I would forever be grateful for the care that they gave me.

In the meantime for Hamlin, he is using his “event” to raise awareness and advocate for everyone to learn a newer version of CPR, his life definitely being saved from someone immediately able to perform CPR on him after he collapsed. As anyone knows, timeliness is critical in reviving someone whose heart has stopped.

The newer procedure for CPR came about for several reasons, from reluctance due to Covid-19 risk and sadly homophobia in some cases, to discovering that chest compressions were more critical to keep blood flowing until emergency personnel arrives. The American Heart Association now recommends up to 120 chest compressions per minute, and if possible, using a chain of rescuers. Even if you have never performed CPR on someone with the older method, and just been certified using a “dummy,” performing chest compressions for a long period of time, combined with the emotional adrenaline, can be exhausting.

But learning this new technique, is not only easier, it just might make a difference when you least expect it. Like in front of 65,000 fans during a football game.

The Rise Of Florida Dad


Florida Dad. I heard this the first time from my older daughter a few weeks ago as this is how I am referenced by her roommates at college. Initially, I cringed at the stigma of being confused with the moronic “Florida Man,” you know, the stupid that makes the news for doing dumb things. My daughter assured me, this was not the case. The title of Florida Dad was a good thing to be called by her friends.

I earned this title for the stories told by my daughter, from my longer kept hair, and the fact that I do not wear shoes, only flip flops, no matter what. I came off described as somewhat of a surfer dude, or surfer Dad.

Disclaimer, I have never even seen a surfboard. But I guess the rest of the stereotype fits. Like a sighting of Bigfoot, my reputation among my daughter’s roommates was solidified when they met me in person during a visit to campus last year, in October, in the cold, wearing flip flops, and hair flowing in the wind. Florida Dad was real. He does exist.

I need to preface this next part, when my daughter was younger, one of my ways to help make school events fun, I volunteered to disc jockey/emcee their events. She could not find a place anywhere to hide her discomfort, that her Dad was the DJ for her school functions. To be clear, at no time did I ever single her out, volunteer her during a group song, nothing. So, her evasion of me was really confusing. Her friends all thought that it was cool that her Dad was the DJ, but not my daughter.

Fast forward to college, and the “legend” of Florida Dad. That was my daughter’s word, not mine. I was cautiously curious as I was not sold on the whole “Florida Dad” title. I asked her, what upgraded me to “legendary status.” She had been talking amongst her friends, and it turns out, they believe I am capable of taking on, and overturning political decisions that are having an impact on them. Now while my daughter’s friends know nothing about me really, as far as I know, Madison is very well aware that many years ago, I ran for public office, school board, a decade ago. My intentions were clear, represent the entirety of the school district, taxpayers and students, protect the students and their educations, and so forth.

Honestly, I thought my daughter was too young to pay attention or even care about my campaigning. Sure, every now and then, she might mention that a friend would ask if the guy running for school board was her Dad, and occasionally a teacher would pass their support on to me, but other than that, I really did not think she paid attention. Well, she must have.

She and her friends had been talking recently about current events, and how decisions being made by politicians are affecting them, issues such as: being women, sexuality, and race. To be clear, these young adults have already voted at least once, so they recognize what needs to be done, to create change, and to protect their rights. My daughter must have thought more of what I had done, along with her knowing my personal feelings, and shared them with her friends, who clearly see me as an advocate and protector for the many issues affecting their lives: the right to women’s health care, LGBTQ+ rights, and protection from discrimination and bigotry, something clearly being pushed today by many politicians.

My daughter has evidently made it clear to her friends, that I am on their side. And I will vote to protect and support their rights. I do not believe the bullshit of a false fight of CRT, or pulling books from library shelves. I can see through all of this nonsense, as do others. But I also see, a whole new generation of voters, that also see these fights are false tropes. They are just looking for the right leaders to represent them.

My days in politics are long over. But I am proud to learn, my daughter evidently paid a lot more attention to the examples that I set for her and her sister. I am proud that my daughter will be an educated and informed voter. Evidently, so will her friends be as well.

As for me, I guess I will finally welcome my title, “Florida Dad,” because clearly, in this reference, it was a good thing.

Make Me Smile


To quote a couple of lyrics from the Chicago classic, “Make Me Smile,” “living life is just a game…” “I’m so happy.” It may be hard to think that after writing a post like I did recently, how could I possibly be thought of as someone who is happy, given all that I have gone through in my life. But the truth is, I am actually a very positive person. The key to this happiness is balance and being able to recognize the things we can control and those that we cannot control, all the while focusing on what is important in life. Just as there are game pieces, there are individual pieces in my life, that keep me in this game. And just like sitting at a table with friends or family playing a board game, the results do not always turn out like we would like. But you take the experiences, and you bring them with you the next time you sit at that table.

And in spite of the two major issues that I must face in my life, failing health and divorce, I really do have a lot in life that bring me enjoyment, smiles.

Two words, “my world.” No matter the struggles that I have faced, my daughters have been the driving force behind me getting through EVERY challenge that I have faced. From the days they were placed in my arms, through their entire childhood, and into their early adulthood, my entire mood skyrockets each time I get to talk with them, or even better, visit with them.

Over the years, we have taken turns giving each other reasons to laugh. Each personal achievement they have attained along the way, they have done so with a stubborn determination. And with each health crisis that I face, though I know it is out of my control, I still take up the fight, not to have their hearts broken.

My life as a cancer survivor of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma has been directed by a set of goals and milestones, and one by one I am meeting those goals and milestones. With one final high school graduation to go, two college graduations, and of course whatever follows in their young adulthood and as far as relationships (and secretly hoping for grandchildren), I am not focused on what I am up against, I am focused on what I have gotten to experience.

Music in all of its forms, is able to take me mentally to any refuge, any direction, to bring me back to the place in my mind, where I know, what I have, is good. My entire life has been filled with role models, exposure to different genres, ability to challenge myself to “read a second language” (music), and so many opportunities to compete, travel, perform, and feel accomplished.

I have always felt music an important part of my life. From singing in school, to the music I listened to in the chair while I got my chemotherapy, to special performances, music made things less scary, offered comfort, made people feel good. I am fairly confident that I have bestowed the same respect for the various genres of music with my daughters. I have several great moments that will always bring a smile to me, like when my oldest daughter sang “God Bless America” for her grandfather, or when my younger daughter played “Chasing Cars” on guitar with me singing on vocals. And then there was the time, leaving a movie theatre after watching “Rocket Man,” the rockumentary of Elton John, listening to my daughters singing “I’m Still Standing,” one of the many hits of Sir Elton.

I do not want to lose my place trying to confirm how long I have been doing this, but I have been writing “Paul’s Heart” now for over ten years, easily likely more than that. I have contributed to many writing projects such as newsletters and books, all the while still working on my own memoire on survivorship. I have given many speeches on survivorship and patient advocacy. There is a catharsis that I get from writing and speaking not only personally from me, but hoping that something I have written will make an impact or difference for someone, especially when facing a challenging situation.

When we face a challenge or confrontation, we need to be able to release the stress created, and for me, that is writing. It could be in the form of a text, an email, a post, or even the ancient form of writing a letter. Whether or not those thoughts ever see the light of day, the mere act of releasing them via my fingertips, provides a way of letting those stressors go. And if it happens to be a positive thought that has been written, perhaps the ideas may give a more defined direction, providing a better opportunity for success.

Friends. No definitions. No requirements. No expectations. Frequency of time together, never a factor. Never having met in person. Just knowing that person is there, and will be there, and that same assurance given back, in good times and bad, sharing memories and tears, lifting spirits and giving high fives.

I am not talking about relationships either. I am talking friends. And if you are lucky enough, to have a best friend, that one you know will always have your back, kick you in the ass when you need or deserve it, and give you the push you need to reach something thought out of reach. Whether one friend, or twenty friends, to be able to share, laugh, and experience life is truly a blessing to be a part of.

Pets, fur friends, family. It has been a long time since I said goodbye to my best friend, Pollo. He gave me so many years and so many memories. My daughters think I take so many photos of them. Had I had a smart phone when I first got Pollo, I undoubtedly would have my own Youtube or TikTok with him.

My daughters and I can be out walking, for exercise or recreation, and I will always, and I mean ALWAYS stop to pet someone furry. I cannot get enough of the TikToks of the dogs, cats, no matter the breeds or species, animals always have a way of bringing me happiness.

And lastly, but not least, “You.” I get enjoyment out of watching others have fun, experience success, grow. I love to hear success stories, not necessarily having come from a dark place, but just a success story. I enjoy watching people open gifts, participate in activities like skiing or parasailing, even though I can no longer do these things myself. If you are smiling, I am pretty sure not only will I be smiling, but so will others around us.

This was the challenge that I issued to myself, and can hopefully convince anyone who might think otherwise, I really am a happy and optimistic person. Sure, I have some crappy things that get thrown at me. But I never lose sight of my peace and my happiness. And all the things I mentioned above, are all pieces of that game of living life. I really am so happy.

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