As a kid, who did not love Summer vacation? But as an adult, I love it so much more. I have always been the type of person who enjoys watching others’ happiness, more than my own. And now that I get to witness things as a father, through my daughters’ eyes, yes, I love every chance I get to spend with my daughters.
My daughters love the reality television show, Big Brother. By default, that means when they visit me during the Summer, I am stuck watching the show with them. It is unavoidable because I live in a one-room apartment. A similar situation if you will to the living arrangements on Big Brother, more than a dozen people, trapped in a contained studio house, for over 90 days, with someone being kicked out of the house every week. Every move is watched. Every word is heard. Trapped.
Ok, so our situation is not identical per se, but, the three of us are staying in the same room, for 49 days, but no one is being evicted. Ok, we get to leave the apartment and do things. Ok, there is no backstabbing and lying to get favors. But there is one thing that our situations do have in common, learning about each other.
I have spent most of my cancer survivorship, proving to everyone, that I will be fine. At the same time, I have spent all of my time, convincing everyone that the many issues I face as a result of my treatments thirty years ago, are very real. They are not once and done episodes, but a progression of situations, monitored, waiting to have no choice but to be dealt with some day, hopefully before it is too late (read “CABG – Not Just A Green Leafy Vegetable and you will see what I mean).
My daughters were 3 and 5 when my body let me know, that while I may have beaten cancer, it came at a price. And there would be several more episodes in the upcoming years. But I have always been of the mindset, to let my kids be kids, let them deal with childish things. And as I realized how much happier off they were just to know “Daddy was okay,” I used this mentality when it came to family, friends, and co-workers. By doing so, I did myself a disservice, as well as perhaps other cancer survivors as well. I figured, if I could keep all the issues hidden that I have to deal with, then I would not have to worry about anyone worrying about me. The unrealistic part of that is, anytime a crisis would come up, there would be worry. But then that would be followed up with “get over it already, you are better”, or worse, “just faking it.”
It is ten years now since my daughters saw me hooked up to all kinds of machines, recovering from open heart surgery, and having witnessed many of the other events. Already during this visit, questions are beginning to come up. Because of the warmer climate here, many of my scars are exposed, and these lead to questions. Both daughters were never there when I went through my cancer, though are very proud of me for having made it all these years. But as they grasp that the fact that many of the things that I deal with health-wise are because of my treatments, they now understand, my body will never get better, only worse.
They know that I have good days, and they have certainly seen my bad days. They know the issues that I deal with are very real. But that is not what are visits are about. Yes, they are learning about me, and I am learning about them. And I have so much more to teach them. I take them to visit preserves, complete computer courses that may benefit them in their future, and another first, helped my oldest apply for her first job. And we still do workbook exercises to prepare them for the new school year, though I have now pared the work down to a specific course that either may have struggled with in school (they each had one).
But there is still so much more for us to do together. And I cherish every moment I have with them. And I know that they are enjoying the time with me. I know that they care about me. They want to do what they can to keep me around a lot longer, whether it be a better diet, or exercise (we have a nightly walk routine after just 3 days).
They know that in just a few years, our roles may change with each other as I will have to give them responsibilities, as far as things they definitely need to know, and perhaps, prepare for. They will become my legal guardians and our roles will switch. If I am faced with the difficult situation of being incapacitated as I have with past events, they will be the ones that will need to carry out my wishes should decisions need to be made.
In the meantime, like I said, I want to let my kids, be kids. But at least they know, just because I do not show it, does not mean that I am not dealing with some serious health issues.
And just as my children are learning, just because you see this, but do not see something obvious with the person getting out of the vehicle, does not mean that they do not have a health issue that they are dealing with. But if you feel that you are justified in criticizing anyone anyway? Feel right on free to trade places with us.