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Great Reminder From A Reader Of “Paul’s Heart”


As I have stated previously, I generally approve comments submitted to this blog if they are constructive and/or helpful.  I am really torn about a recent reply to my post, “True Loss” written yesterday.  I will “copy and paste” the majority of the text, because I believe the comment is important to understand.  However, given the nature of the second paragraph, the author of the reply  turned their tone to more of an insult towards me seemingly towards the situation of my divorce, clearly not what “Paul’s Heart” is meant to be.

Back to the part of the comment that I will address.  The author of the comment wrote:

“Hate to be a Debbie Downer.. But your posts are disturbing to say the least… Being a stage 4 Hodgkins survivor since 1989 I have been greatful to have so many more years of life… I do have many issues as a result of chemo.. radiation and a bone marrow transplant..I don’t use them as an excuse not to move forward.”

First, to anyone who has had to battle any form of serious illness, having been through many serious health issues myself, I truly understand the many emotions that we go through, not only from triumph of overcoming the illness, but dealing with the fears of recurrence, the flashbacks of the memories of things material and spiritual that we lost.  We can go through one or all of these issues.

I have been counseling cancer patients for as long as I have been a cancer survivor.  I have dealt with issues of treatments, side effects, caregiving, and survival.  The availability of the internet made it possible to reach thousands of more people in search of information, from people who have experienced situations similar to them.  Many of the internet support groups are run very well and monitored for content, others are more chaotic and unstructured.

There are two types of people who go to these internet support groups, but depending on their reason for joining, they will either find success in their quest, or they will express their objections or failures to find what they are looking for.  When it comes to most severe illnesses, patients will either simply move on with their lives, as if the disease has never taken place, or they will stay in that “world” either looking to help others or find ways to deal with their emotional and physical struggles.

For me, once I was done with my treatments, it was a no-brainer.  I had no problem telling people that I had beaten cancer, and I definitely wanted to help others.  But one of the first internet support groups that I came across, and was invited to participate, was for “long term survivors” of which being just recently in remission, I would hardly describe myself as “long term” already.  But several other participants urged me to join, that it would be important.

Look, people mainly only look for help when they need it.  And at that point, I was definitely not looking for any help. I was in remission, no struggles at that point, just looking for ways to help others.  Very soon, once I subscribed to that list, I was horrified by the stories I was seeing by other survivors, actual long term survivors, and the many struggles they were facing.  And on that, I unsubscribed.  It clearly was not what I was looking for.

I would soon sign back on again, because as it turned out, all of the things that they were talking about, would soon become a reality for me, and I would be facing many of those health issues.  And were it not for that internet list, I would never have had the information to give to the “uneducated” doctors as to the possible complicated patient they were dealing with.  And especially for those of us treated for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma decades ago, have a lot of late and severe side effects that have developed, many with fatal results.  The sad part is, that for millions, have no idea what is now happening with their bodies because medicine is only now beginning to learn the concept of long term cancer survival care.

So, I am now on many internet support boards, and I frequently see comments like the one that I pasted up above.  And in no shape or form am I going to disregard the comment.  Instead, I would like to do two things.  Number one, remind my readers what “Paul’s Heart” is about.  I write about my experiences as a patient, caregiver, and survivor of cancer.  I share stories of others, not just Hodgkin’s.  I also write about my life as a single father.  In either case, at no time am I ever looking for sympathy.  My words are meant mainly to offer hope to others who are in similar situations, and to let them know that might just be normal what they are going through, and more importantly, as I have proven time and time again, that many situations can be overcome with the right support.

Overall, I am a very positive person, who unfortunately has just had to deal with a lot of unfortunate circumstances.  I get through them for several reasons, my faith, my inner strength, my friends and family.

To the writer of the comment, I really do appreciate your comment.  I am always inspired when I hear of a fellow survivor with a longevity longer than mine.  Yes, even this far out, I am moved and need to hear that someone has survived longer than me.  And just as the hundreds of survivors I have personally met, there are no comparisons to what you have been through, or what I have been through, or what anyone else has been through, because each of our battle was unique, but clearly it took a strong person to get through it, which you clearly are.  But at no time do I ever make excuses for the things I must deal with in regard to my body.  Nor do I take away from conditions faced by others.  But clearly, my health was a major factor in the loss of my job (in spite of protections from the American With Disabilities Act), but also in the ability to get future employment because of the various health restrictions I am under.  These are not excuses, these are factors.

As for the rest of your reply, clearly it was not meant to be constructive, and I clearly have never met you, so you could not possibly know the exact circumstances as to my divorce as I have not discussed anything that should even have warranted that comment from you, and you are wrong.

I am glad you did write to me.  Because like I said, it served as a reminder as to the sensitivity and needs of all patients and survivors.

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.

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