Thank you so much for the overwhelming support and kind words to my 25th Anniversary post. I look forward to bringing you new stories in the next chapter of my life. And yes, I have reset my “counter” to my new goal.
While I may have believed that one day, I would hit my 25th anniversary of being cancer free, it is a completely different feeling to have finally reached that mark! I normally downplay each anniversary as just having “did what I had to do,” because I believe in my heart, that as long as someone is still battling cancer, or worse, has lost their battle with cancer, I could not celebrate each year, just recognize it.
But today, I am going to celebrate. As I look back on the second half of my life, literally the second half of my life was living with cancer in its various stages, there is just so much for me to appreciate today, in spite of other events in my life.
In November of 1988 I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, or as my oncologist inappropriately put it, “if you are going to get a cancer, this is the one you want to have.” I underwent multiple surgeries to diagnose and stage my Hodgkin’s, and was exposed to the most toxic of chemotherapy drugs and inhumane amounts of radiation therapy. All that mattered to me, was that I would get to hear, “you are in remission.” And on March 3, 1990, I heard much better than that.
from the words of my oncology nurse, Brenda:
“We are almost done Paul. Now when I pull the catheter out for the last time, I want you to look down that hall, close your eyes, and imagine a huge band playing in your honor as you walk down that hall. You did it. You beat cancer.” I will never forget hearing those words from her. Even as I write this now, an enormous wave of emotions is coming over me.
But just as I did not go through my cancer journey on my own, neither did I go through my cancer survival alone either.
My desire to have a family was one thing that drove my will to survive. And in 2004 and 2006, those dreams became a reality. The adoptions of my two daughters, Madison and Emmalie would have a major impact on the rest of my life, because now I was not just surviving for myself, but for them as well. I wish they could be with me on this great day because there was a time, that I could have given up, and I did not give up, because of them. I love both of you so much, and I miss you so much.
And there are so many other events and people that I owe my survivorship to.
One of the biggest things that I have witnessed in 25 years is progress. Progress has been made in diagnostic techniques, treatments, and follow-up protocols. Gone are procedures such as the lymphangiogram and the laparotomy (you will have to look them up to see how much “fun” they were to go through, or look for it on “Paul’s Heart”). Patients are no longer being exposed to the toxic drugs that I was given or exposed to the levels of radiation that amounts to four times the lifetime exposure. More importantly, the follow up care and protocols have improved because cancer survivors like me and so many others, are living much, much longer.
I had amazing care from my oncology nurse, Brenda, and my radiation tech, Noreen. Of course there were the oncologists who “helped me make the right decisions” when I questioned everything they wanted to do. I had two wonderful counselors in Ilona and John who helped me get through all the stages of my grief from having had cancer.
And then there are those who have been responsible for my medical care as a survivor, for all the late developing side effects that science did not anticipate back then, because on average, cancer survivors were not expected to live long enough to develop those side effects. But between my family physician, Dr. J, and each and every doctor that I see up at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, I would not be here right now if it were not for your skills, your knowledge, and your support. From the words of Dr. O when I first met him back in 2008, “I am going to make sure that you get to be a grandparent.” I see so many different specialists at MSKCC covering nearly every system of my body to make sure that I continue to manage the various issues with my body.
My biological family played a major role as well from day one to year 25. From visits to hospitals to “hey, is there anything I can do?”, I was probably a difficult patient to them, expressing my independence any chance I got. And my friends, over twenty-five years, I have had so many. Your sincere caring was appreciated each and every moment, no matter what stage of my survival, I know you have always been there for me.
What would you say if I told you that I know as many people who have survived not only Hodgkin’s, but other cancers longer than I have? I know what I would say. I look up to you, and have my sights set on so many more anniversaries. Were it not for all of you, I would never have found the care that I needed to survive in my later years. And it began with a woman named Linda Zame. You were the one who showed me from documenting to dealing my various health issues. And for the sake of not forgetting any names and hurting any feelings, I cannot even begin to mention you all by name. But yes, I know someone who has survived Hodgkin’s for over sixty years!!! You all have been an inspiration to keep fighting and the support that we all offer each other cannot be compared.
And perhaps the toughest part of my survival, saying good-bye to so many. There are so many that I wish could be here to celebrate today with me, and sadly are not.
My grandmother was the first to teach me how to deal with cancer. A breast cancer survivor herself, she taught me to get through each day, one day at a time.
And when it comes to why I survived all these years, I just wanted to make my survival make a difference. I began counseling cancer patients as soon as I was done with treatments, and continue to do so today. And with all the other cancer patients that I have met over the years, there was one patient who gave me reason to accept my survivorship… my dad.
When he was told that he was going to die from lung cancer, the doctors asked him what they could do for him. And my dad responded, “I want to be a survivor like my son.” Dad, I may have lost you to cancer, but you were a survivor of cancer to me and you always will be.
And Michael, you and I had a big plan together. We were supposed to write a book together about our journey through cancer from a “then and now” perspective. You were one of the toughest cancer patients I have ever known and I was glad to meet you finally. But as you fell ill, your family turned to me for support, and I felt as if I were fighting for more than just someone I knew. I wish you could have had twenty-five years with me. But in your loss, I have gained so much more than I could ever have hoped in one of the most emotionally supportive people I have ever met, your mom. Of all the things that tie you and I together, it is the friendship and emotional support that has grown with your mother.
But after today, I will probably go back to “recognizing my anniversaries” because there is so much to be done. I want to celebrate when everyone survives cancers, and treatments are less toxic and have less side effects. I want to witness so many more reading this, saying they have approached 25 years, OR MORE!!!
And to everyone reading and following “Paul’s Heart,” thank you for your support and your encouragement. And for those following me in remission, this is for you…
“As I go down the road of remission, I will keep looking in my rear view mirror to make sure that you are still following me. And if you are not in remission yet, hurry up. I am waiting for you.
With all the love in my heart, thank you.
Paul Edelman
I moved here in June of 2014 soon after the passing of my father. My life was in a tailspin juggling my father’s illness, my second divorce, protecting my children from the effects of the divorce, losing my job, and of course, struggling with my own health issues. There are two main reasons that I chose to move here, one of which I will discuss freely because deciding so was to hopefully remedy several of the issues that I was dealing with. Southern Florida is in the beginning stages of a major growth economically with several major companies looking to place either home offices or satellite locations here. It seemed like it was one of the best places to afford me a chance to replace my income and benefits that were necessary for several reasons.
But I have learned that the area of Naples and surrounding areas have two major distinctions of notoriety. One is quite obvious, the other, not so much.
The first distinction, is a time period called “season.” In the north, we had four seasons – Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. In southern Florida, we have “snowbird” season.
Just as geese can be seen flying south for the winter, human “snow birds” also fly south for the winter. Snowbirds can arrive as early as October, and stay usually until just after Easter or April. About the time that the weather warms up back north, so the birds fly back north. I first heard of this phenomenon with my Uncle Eddie and Aunt Mary who made this annual trek as long as I had known them.
Up north, the signs are simple that it is time for the “birds” to migrate south. But for those of us who live here, and this being my first exposure to “season”, we get only one warning, and by then, it is too late.
As soon as the car carriers begin to arrive, we know that season has begun. The parade of license plates look more like an automobile “miss America” pageant with nearly every state represented. Of course, the influx of cars results in a lot more traffic, not just in number of vehicles, but also incidents.
While the above photos are meant to be humorous, in reality, it is far from it. While the driving habits of the elderly are probably acceptable back home, when you insert them into traffic more then three times they are used to, combined with poor driving courtesies such as using turn signals, proper breaking distances, and not making a turn from the furthest lane over from the intersection, the areas are subject to a minimum of at least one accident a day. This is serious. The fact that driving on the 405 in California or the Schuylkill Expressway in Philadelphia is safer than driving down here during season says a lot.
There are other inconveniences also from longer lines at gas stations, hour long waits for dinner reservations, and forget about going to enjoy anything with the word “free” attached to it. And so, we locals sit back and wait for the sign, the sign that it is time for the “snowbirds” to migrate back to their homes…
the return of the carriers.
Another population type in the Naples are the singles, and by that divorced or widowed. Unlike the majority of “snowbirds” who simply are in Naples for their own enjoyment, the divorced and widowed of Naples provide a comfort to new arrivals of the same class. I have often heard this area described as an “island of misfit toys,” much like in the Christmas classic “Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.”
This class of citizen has a personal empathy that provides understanding and support to those who may struggle with their possible new situation.
I came here alone, with no family or friends, only knowing a handful of people that I had met in prior visits. There may be opinions about people who have been divorced as being “broken” or “flawed” like the holiday special toys and it is quite the contrary. And just as the misfit toys support each other, friends down here do the same thing. I have met a lot of divorced people, and have also met many who have been widowed. And while I am one of the new people down here, I have been made to feel welcome here, and am offered a lot of emotional support to deal with the various emotional issues that I face every day. They all have been through it. Some have gone through more, some have not. Some have issues still continuing. Several have long distance relationships with their children just as I do. The thing is that everyone understands what we all are going through, and there is no judgment.
With those that I have met down here, I know that in time, things will get better. Most have met my daughters and look forward to their return during the summer again. This is a good time for my children to visit me because the population is much less without the snowbirds.
But this is my home now, for better or worse. For me, definitely better.
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