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November – A Bittersweet Awareness


I have many things that I advocate.  And you have probably seen me write about all of them at least once, if not, at the beginning of the month, when everyone begins to announce that month’s “awareness” cause.  I used to have only one thing that I advocated in the month of November, until a couple of years ago.

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My father died a year and a half ago from lung cancer.  His diagnosis did not come as any surprise to anyone except for him.  The side effect of denial affects only the smoker, “it will never happen to me” or “I wish I would have known.”  He smoked tobacco products over 50 years, trying multiple times to quit, unfortunately being unable to fight off the addictive additives of the various tobacco products.

Over the years, I have done my best to protect my children from second hand smoke, even witnessing the act of smoking.  I am more than aware of the peer pressure that I have no control over, but one thing was certain, my children were not going to learn to start smoking by witnessing me smoking.  It was hard enough for my daughters to have witnessed the later stages of their grandfather’s life, and knowing what his fate was going to be, just because he smoked tobacco.

It was a shame really.  As his fate became more of a reality, the bargaining stage of his life had become apparent, begging for more time, wishing that he had never started.  It is too bad the tobacco companies did not care enough to create an antidote to reverse the addictiveness of their product.

But now, as my daughters are “tween” in age, they have become more aware than ever of their environment.  It may not have been enough for them to have witnessed their grandfather die of lung cancer, caused by decades of smoking.  I am certain that before they become adults, they will not only witness someone close to them smoking (or now, vaping).  My only hope is that they remember what happened to their grandfather died from, and that it was not good enough to just hope “I can quit any time I want”, because you cannot.

I realize that I am overstating the obvious that smoking does cause cancer, and not just lung cancer.  But to be fair, there are other circumstances that cause cancer, that really are no fault of our own.  Every day we breath in chemicals and pollution.  And if you are a cancer patient, especially a long term survivor like myself and many others, there is a pretty good chance, that due to either chemotherapy or radiation therapy, that we have an increased chance of developing lung cancer, having traded a cure for a cause.

That point I am trying to make, there are enough things that we have no control over in our lives, but smoking is one that we do control and the role it plays in developing lung cancer.

But as I said, November is a bittersweet month for me as far as advocacy.  One of the happier and more positive causes that I support is adoption.

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The process of adoption gave me the opportunity to fulfill a dream, to become a father.  Cancer took away my ability to have children biologically.  And though science provided some opportunities, it was not successful.  And in 2003, the process began to adopt the first of my two daughters.  There are pros and cons to domestic and international adoptions, closed (private) and open.  But China gave me the opportunity that could not be achieved through the United States due to financial and my health history.

I will never truly understand the feelings either of my daughters will have as to the absence of their origins, other than the country we know that they came from.   I have some information for them, about how and where they were found, who took care of them prior to their adoption, and of course, lots of photos during the visits to China to complete the process.

And although our family has gone through a major disruption, that many seem to say is “unfair” to children who have gone through so much in their lives already, nothing should really change.  Both their mother and I play major roles in their lives, and I have made it clear that the girls will have only one “mother” and only one “father.”  Our responsibilities to our children have not changed.  And it is “unfair” to the children, to make a blanket assumption that somehow the children would be better off under any other circumstances, especially when the complexities of the family have not been discussed publicly.

As they children get older, they will have to deal with the fact that they are adopted.  Our agency had given us material a long time ago to prepare us for the times that would come, dealing with identity, racism, bigotry, in a multi-racial family.  Of course, there is going to be the serious relationship issue as well to deal with.  Parenting will continue.  While the adoption circumstance is obvious, I have always treated my daughters, as my daughters.  And through the adoption process, my dream of becoming a father has been realized.  There is a lot to be done yet as I prepare them through their education and life experiences.

Adoption is a wonderful opportunity to build a family, under any circumstance.

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The Innocence Of Children


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I was taking a walk yesterday along a local beach, when I noticed a young girl, about two years of age, approaching another girl, probably two years older.  From a distance, I could see that they had been playing separately in the sand.  But just as I continued to walk, I could see that both children were not only different in age, but ethnicity.  To be honest, I do not normally notice “differences,” other than for the point of this post.  I do know that the older child appeared Caucasian, while I am not sure what was the ethnicity of the younger child.  Nor does this matter, nor should it matter.

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As both parents looked on, the smaller child, seeing the older child playing in the sand as well, had picked up her sand bucket and wandered over to the older child.  The mother of the younger child got up from her beach blanket and followed her daughter.  The younger child stood there in front of the older child, and her grandfather as if waiting for the next step.  And then it happened, the mother asked the grandfather if their children could play with each other.

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I am caucasian technically with some Cherokee lineage.  I have two daughters of Chinese descent.  I grew up in a city where I was the “minority,” but somehow managed to get along with everyone.  I know racism exists, through honestly I had hoped that by the mid-century mark of my life, that progress would have been made toward at least reducing it.  And though I normally stay away from political topics on this blog, comments by a media mogul, and then echoed by a certain political party candidate for president, really bothered me.  Headlines still cannot be read without mentioning the color of either the antagonist or protagonist.  But now, even a potential leader of our country is feeding into this.  This is unacceptable.

And I could not help but be sad for these two little girls.  Right now, they did not know that their skin colors were different, or that in our country it makes a difference.  They have not be taught this yet.  But somehow, by the time they start paying attention to the media, the education will still be the same, using “color” to describe the severity of a story.  They will be taught something they were not born with, racism.

A Special Throwback Memory To Last Many Lifetimes


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This is De (pronounced Der) Chang.  If a picture is worth a thousand words, I could paint an art gallery about a man who took part in creating hundreds of “forever families,” families who have adopted, in his case, from his country of China.  I will not go into the whole process of international adoption.  I could write an entire book on that.  Rather, I would like to tell you about the permanent effect, that a stranger on me and so many others, from the other side of the globe.

I knew very little about De when we first arrived in China.  I knew that at one point, he had been a singer for Chinese opera, and that his wife was a daughter of an Army general.  I knew he had a daughter.  From the business of adoption, I knew that I was going to have to give 100% blind trust to a complete stranger, that not just one, but two adoption processes would be completed without complications or incidents.  What I got, was so much more.

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On both trips to adopt our daughters, De was our “facilitator”, or guide.  He had a translator as his English was okay, but needed help.  From the day we landed on mainland China, until we left the country with a new addition to our family, he would make sure that all of our paperwork, which needed to be completed in Chinese, which none of us parents spoke, he would also make sure that we were treated exceptionally, and kept safe.

Sure, De received pay for helping with this process, but it was not the money that drove De, it was his love for the children that were going to find homes, and parents who might just have questions about Chinese children.

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With my two trips to China, De handled two travel groups of families totaling 21 families.  That meant that he was responsible for handling stacks of paperwork that had to be completed, notarized, and filed, as well as making sure that all fees accompanying the process in China were taken care of.  But it was quite clear, if there were to be no problems, we had to trust De.  He had done this process hundreds, if not well over a thousand times.

But there was no feeling in the world, like when he informed us, both times actually, that we were going to meet our daughters earlier than expected.  Everything was going smoothly.  And were led into a room in civic affairs, where down the hallway, we could hear multiple cries of babies, we assumed to be headed towards our holding room.  For the sake of communication, we were simply given a number for our family, and as the child was brought into the room, the number of the family was announced.  And here is what it looked like, when De called out “Jiangxi #7”.

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I was unaware of this photo being taken, as I was holding a video camera and still camera of my own, totally unaware that this moment was being captured by someone else for me.  That is my oldest daughter right in the middle of the picture, wearing green.

From that moment on, it was a whirlwind of more paperwork, but now with the babies in our arms, De always made it a point, to be a part of the children’s final days in China also.

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De enjoyed playing with all of the children, and it was clear that many of the children had heard music, because every now and then, De would sing, and the children were immediately drawn to him.  But De gave us so much more than that.  With one of our trips, he taught us culture, showed us tradition and history, and on one trip, showed us humbleness.

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He took us to several temples and other public areas, but it was when he took us to a neighboring village, that we understood, the lives that were going to be changed forever, and given a future that might never have happened otherwise.  It was a farming village, most of the homes consisting of four brick walls, and concrete floors.  There was no working plumbing or electricity.  And while we told to “bring gifts” (toys and candy), we were not prepared for the frenzy of children that greeted us after we departed the bus.  It was so overwhelming because the children knew this was one opportunity that they could finally “have” something.  Sadly, there were many who “took” from smaller and weaker children.

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There are so many families that have personal stories of De and his wife Helen.  For me, during our first trip, in spite of telling my bank that I was going to be travelling to China, and needed my credit card to work, so my card would not have been treated as stolen, was cancelled by my bank anyway, for that very concern.  For three days, De fronted me cash, vouched for my hotel stay, and took care of my intercountry airfare, telling me “no worries” (it was pronounced in Chinese – may wan tee).  It made me crazy hearing it repeatedly as I tried to deal with a 13 hour time zone difference.  But as he professed, it would, and did work out.  Here was a total stranger taking care of yet another total stranger.  This trip could have been a real disaster had it not been for the way that he took care of us.

He had a talent for “knowing” what the children needed.  On our first trip, his room was directly below ours, and hearing Madison’s loud screams came upstairs to find out what was the problem.  She would not take her bottle, would not nap, and would definitely not stop crying.  He actually took the bottle with formula in it, stuck it in his mouth, gave a few sucks, and then said, “need more sugar.”  We did as he instructed, and lo and behold, she stopped crying.  How could he have known this, except for his experience and care.

And during our second trip, he remembered us.  As I believe he remembered every family that returned to adopt or visit.  But our youngest daughter was so sick from an ear infection, he arranged medical care for us, with prompt treatment that finally provided relief for Emmalie.

But as I said, in just our family experience alone, he joined 21 families together forever.

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This photo was the last night that I saw De and Helen.  Our travel group decided to throw a dinner for them, to show our appreciation for what they had done for all of us.

While I have always hoped that I would return to China with my daughters being older of course so that they could appreciate such a trip, a visit to De was certainly expected.

Unfortunately, last night, I was informed that he had passed away.  I am not sure what happened, if he was even sick.  The “why” does not matter.  What matters most, is the adoption community lost one of its greatest advocates, and we lost one of the most influencial people of our lives.

I have so many memories of this great man.  I have so many stories to tell my daughters of their trip to the United States Of America.  So many tears, so many laughs.

I am not sure what De’s beliefs were, but I do know, if he believed in Heaven, he is taking care of children up there.  I will miss you my friend.

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