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Scrooge 2014


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I hate this time of year.  Now when I say that, I do not mean it to say that I set out to ruin anyone else’s joy.  I personally just do not like this time of year.  It is a double whammy for me, because not only Christmas is celebrated during this month, but so is my birthday.  This time of year for me is just so difficult for me to get through.  Reflecting back, I have not had one normal December, with no crisis to deal with, in nearly forty years.  That is right, forty years.

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Journeying back to 1976, the first of my annual yule time nightmares, my house caught fire from an errant spark that came from a match, being struck by my aunt to light my 11th birthday cake.  Other memorable Winter seasons include one of the biggest struggles I faced, battling cancer.  Another year, three of my relatives passed away between Christmas and New Year’s Day.  My stepmother was hit by a car crossing the street just days before Christmas.  But literally, I could list thirty five more years.

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Towards the later part of my life, in the 1990’s in particular, I got away from really wanting to celebrate my birthday, or the materialistic glitz of Commercialized Christmas.  Once I had been told I was in remission, I have never asked for another gift in my life.  To this day, I still will never ask for anything because as far as I was concerned I got the ultimate gift, another shot at life, cured of cancer.

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That is not to say, that I did not enjoy watching others celebrate the seasons, I just do not enjoy them for myself.  For me, it goes beyond “thinking positive.”  Every year, since 1976, I have had to deal with some sort of crisis during this holiday season.  Following the arrivals of my daughters, I had always held out hopes that my fortunes would change, but they did not.  Instead, I had to put more energy into making sure that my daughters did not realize what I was dealing with.  I wanted them to enjoy the magic of the holidays.

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This year however, is going to be my most challenging yet.  Not only am I dealing with the first Christmas without my father since his passing from lung cancer,this is my second year into the divorce with my second wife, which has raised contentious emotions to extreme levels.  The children continue to be caught in the middle of our divorce.  This year was going to be difficult enough, as this was going to be the first year that I am physically away from my daughters on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  It was at my own doing, to make the custody agreement process go as smoothly as possible, as I would get to see my children the day after Christmas for their extended school break.  At least, that is how it is supposed to be.

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But something so much worse, has the potential to make this season, the worst of my life ever.  Even my battle with cancer is not as bad in the lifetime effect, what is about to occur.

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An issue with unemployment and my child support agreement, I am not only behind in my child support, but I do not have the funding to have my daughters visit me this holiday season as was arranged through our custody agreement.  I could not make the flight arrangements when flights were affordable because of pending legal proceedings and not knowing when I would have to travel again.  By the time the proceedings were completed, it was December 19th, my birthday, and all flights are sold out, not to mention, well over $1000 each just for one way if they were available, hardly affordable for a parent struggling to make child support payments.

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In a desperate attempt, I even created a “donation” site to beg for money, to help me afford to see my children during this holiday, since I was unemployed and had no savings.  But with the hatred that my ex wife has for me, it was not long before she discovered the fund, and through her attorney, ordered me to cease immediately.  I was being prevented from raising funds from any way possible while being unemployed.

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With no job, no savings, and no financial help from anyone else, this now goes beyond just not being able to see my children this year for Christmas, or Christmas without my dad.

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The picture above is one of the last photos that was ever taken with my father and I.  I also do not remember any other Christmas with my father throughout my childhood.  I will never let that happen when it comes to my daughters.  This year unfortunately did not go as planned with the visitation for a number of reasons, none of which changes the current situation for me, that I will not be with my daughters this holiday season.  All I can do and have done, is promise to my daughters that this will be the last Christmas season apart.

For me, it is another year, of trying to find solace in the true meaning of Christmas to me.  My faith.  It is my faith that has gotten me through all of these other years, and it is being tested to its limits this year.

I am sorry my angels.  I know the hurt that you are feeling.  Which is why I will make things better, I promise you.  I love both of you too much to let this happen again.

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A New Achievement For “Paul’s Heart”


I have always enjoyed writing, and that has been the key, enjoying it.  I did alright when it came to school projects, as long as the subject inspired me.  But if I was forced to write about something, admittedly, I do not believe I put out my best efforts.

Several years ago, I returned to one of the hobbies I love most, recreational writing.  I had already been writing advice posts on internet support sites for cancer patients and survivors, but an opportunity came about once I had become a patient at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center as a long term cancer survivor.

MSKCC had recently begun a new and revolutionary concept program called Visible Ink.  The program was meant for patients and survivors of MSKCC, and gave the opportunity for us to write, all the while being coached by professional writers.  It was voluntary on both sides of the pen.  But the best thing about the program is that it gave writers like me an opportunity to express our personal experiences, while at the same time, provided therapeutic relief from the many stresses we deal with concerning our health battles.

Each year, Visible Ink publishes a book, with dozens of stories written by very special authors, patients and survivors.  Some stories are about their own personal experiences, some may be about other situations.  A special night is held for the authors, where a select group of the stories are picked to be performed live, by professional actors and singers.

This will be the fourth year that I have had a story published in this book.  Other titles which I have saved on this blog as a “page” include:

“Cabbage – Not Just a Green Leafy Vegetable”

“Life On A Class Five”

“What’s Your Sign?  Mine Is Cancer.”

I have just been informed that this year, for the first time, one of my stories has been selected to be performed live.  I will not disclose the title at the current moment, until the book is published at least.  I have experienced many special events in my life, but this is definitely going to be one of the highlights for me

I informed my daughters tonight, whom I have always encouraged to read and to write.  Both of my daughters are very good story tellers, and great when it comes to detail.  They know about “Paul’s Heart.”  They also know about my other writing endeavors such as Visible Ink.  They were excited to hear that one of my stories will be performed and I told them that I look forward to having them by my side on that night as it happens.

There will be a video play of the performance, that will come later on.

One Last Try


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Wendy, I know you and your family read this blog.  Since you and I can no longer talk to each other without you attacking me, when all I am trying to do is to get you to understand, that as our divorce process gets more contentious, your concern for what is best for our daughters is taking a back seat.

I have dealt with cancer.  I have had to deal with open heart surgery.  I have had to face many, many other difficult times in my life.  But your insistence on allowing me to be sent to jail for back support, when I have no income, and have been trying to secure a job in spite of my health restrictions is among one of the toughest situations I have faced.  But the key difference between my health ailments, and this particular enforcement, is that at least, once I was treated, I was cured.  I was going to be able to move on, and recover.  The situation for the most part, only had an impact on me.

But this legal issue, while difficult, has a much bigger impact on the two most important people in our lives, Madison and Emmalie, our daughters.  You claim to want what is best for the girls, what you are “entitled to,” the money the judge has ordered.  But as the saying goes, “you cannot get blood from a stone,” and I have repeatedly shown the court and Domestic Relations my extensive efforts to get employment, and they believe I am trying.  I am not ignoring the court order, I am simply unable to pay for it.

You say that I should even accept a minimum wage part time job, which if I only had my own expenses, that might make a little sense, but with such a large support over my head, working a part-time job at minimum wage would have two large negative impacts on any future full time work.  First, sacrificing the level of income I once made for something so minimal would raise a huge flag to any perspective employer wondering what is wrong with me as an employee.  But even more difficult, the hours taken away from me searching for full time work, while working part time hours, would mean lost opportunities.  I literally am looking for work all hours of the day.  And I have it all documented, and have submitted my efforts to the courts.

What I cannot get to you to recognize, is that by having me sent to jail, that will seal any chance of me being able to get a job to give you what you are “entitled” to by the judge.  And I do not deny that.  But if I cannot get a job, then there will be no income.  You are fond of telling people that I am threatening you with this statement, but it is not a threat, it is a fact that every job application asks for criminal record, misdemeanor or felony, and that will lead to an automatic rejection.  Is having me denied an opportunity, when it finally happens, to get a job, and not getting any income really in the best interest of the girls?

The health insurance that I have been paying, will stop.  Again, that is not a threat as you state, that is a fact.  If I cannot afford to pay it, then our daughters will lose their health insurance.  How can you consider this the best interests for our daughters?

When our daughters have to deal with classmates and friends who are teasing them, because their “mommy had their daddy put in jail,” which will happen, how will that be in the best interest of the girls?  It is hard enough with them being adopted, now having the two people in their lives now divorcing causing emotional strife for them, but last week, you took it upon yourself to tell the girls that I was going to jail, even before my enforcement deadline later this week.  Why would you do that if you had the best interests of the girls?  If by some miracle, and I do not believe one is coming, I had been able to pay that amount, “jail” would never have had to be mentioned.  This was the cruelest thing you could have said to the girls.

I know what you were trying to do.  If I saw the girls and how upset they were with the thought of me going to jail, you believe I would pull some rabbit out of the hat, and then you would get your money.  And yes, it broke my heart to see my daughter’s tears.  But I cannot decide if it was because of how you hurt our daughters with that act, or how when you finally realize that I have been right all along in my efforts, which will all be taken away from me with incarceration, resulting in more emotional harm to the girls.  But please believe me, there will be no 11th hour miracle of money coming… I do not have the money.  I do not have a job yet.  I have no savings.

At least be honest about why you are pursuing this direction.  Our daughters believe in me, and that I will find a job that can afford the award and arrears.  You are the only one interested in punishing me for something “we” failed.  And with this act, you will have accomplished it, but it will come at such a high price for the girls.

Though I know your family and some of your friends will disagree for certain, because they only know what you have told them, the best thing you can do for the girls, is to withdraw all of the complaints, ask the judge not to incarcerate me, and allow me more time to secure a job that will afford me the ability to pay that award.  You will get your money, but it will only happen if I am given the chance, and yes, you have given me a chance, but it is taking more time than I anticipated.  But it all ends with a criminal record.  And that will not be at my hands, when you have the power in your hands to request this.

I do not know how else to convince you of this.  I am asking you, please, do what is best for the children.  Withdraw those complaints and allow me to get the income I know that I will some day have.

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