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Bravery


Bravery is defined in Merriam-Webster as courage.

I decided to look this up today.  A co-worker was having a conversation with me, coming to find out everything that I had been going through in just the last several weeks.  And his comment to me was, “You’re really brave.”  And I looked at him like I was almost hoping for a hint of sarcasm or even some foolery.  But for once, he meant it.  And then he repeated it, “You are brave.”

The first time I heard it, I was uneasy.  I was hoping the conversation would end, but when he said it the second time, I knew that I had to deal with it.

In my life, I am hard pressed to find even one instance in my life where I could be defined as brave.  I have never fought in any armed service.  I have never broke up an attempted bank robbery.

But when people find out that I have beaten cancer, had open heart surgery, two cases of pneumonia (one with sepsis and the other double pneumonia), kidney stones, all kinds of late issues from my treatments, I get, “You are brave.”

When I think of “bravery”, I think of men and women who run into a burning building, police officers who put themselves in harm’s way every day, an airline pilot flying a human missile loaded with hundreds of lives, a teacher shielding her students from a lunatic’s bullets.

No, I am not brave at all.  I simply did what I had to do.  I have two beautiful daughters who I know love me so much, it would devastate them to lose me.  I have no choice but endure if my body and mind are capable of doing so.  In the second half of my life, I have met so many people who have faced relapses of their cancer, multiple cancers, those who struggle with their survivorship from the treatments that saved their lives, and sadly, those who lost their battles.

I have always said that I would not go through anymore treatments if my Hodgkin’s Disease came back, that is, until my daughters came along.  One of my dearest friends has faced nearly 50 surgeries all having to do with her surviving her cancer treatments, this along with a battle with a secondary cancer.  With so many close calls, not just near death, or in some cases, flat lines, she continues to trudge on to this day, not only a proud mother, but the happiest grandmother, something that she never thought she would ever see.

I do not know how she would react if I told her that she was brave.  I know on occasions when I have talked with her on the telephone, I have told her that I was speechless for words to how I felt with her continued struggles and survival.  It would be easy for her to give up I think.  She has been through so much.  But the fact is, she has not given up.  It is with her example that I can never make that decision either.

And so, I am watched periodically, whether month to month, quarterly, or annually.  There are things that have been identified and can be dealt with.  I go to my appointments not afraid, but confident in my caregivers that things will be dealt with sooner than later.  That is not bravery, that is trust.  As for the all-of-a-sudden stuff like the pneumonias, the cardiac issue, some kidney activity… a little luck does not hurt either.

A Relay Of Life


There is one thing that drives my doctors bat-crap crazy, is the schedule that I keep.  My friends and family enjoy it because it personally affects them without any regard for me, unless for some reason, I am not able to make it.  An entire weekend on four to five hours of sleep is not unheard of.  You see?  I am a guy who does not like to say “no” to people, and then, when I do say “yes”, I am a man of my word.  I will be there.

There has only been one exception in my life, when I had to have my open heart surgery.  I had a wedding that I was supposed to disc jockey for just three days later which clearly I was never going to make.  I actually recalled all of the bride’s information from my bed in the ICU.  With tubes down my throat assisting me breathing so verbally unable to communicate, I spelled out everything about my client to my wife, and she was able to help the bride locate another source of entertainment.  For the record, that story had two happy endings, my survival, and her wedding went off without a hitch and a new disc jockey.

But from that moment on, and learning that my lifestyle was going to go through a major change, recognizing myself as a long term cancer survivor clearly living with severe side effects, common sense should have told me that I need to slow down.  But instead, I found the opposite effect.  I developed a need to prove that I was even more reliable.  It was one thing to refer to myself as a cancer survivor.  It is another thing to be called a heart patient survivor.  Each thing by itself results in survivorship.  But together, it is called living, not just surviving.

A relay race is a competition with several legs in it, usually consisting of several runners, swimmers, or whatever they type of competition it may be.  In the case of my life, my relay has become about stages of life:  a battle with cancer, survival, issues with late effects, survival, and hope.  These things make up my relay of life.

Many years ago, the American Cancer Society developed a fundraising program called, The Relay For Life.  This Relay over the years has become one of the biggest fundraisers in the world of cancer, helping to raise millions of dollars toward research for new cures, support services, and other life needs of cancer patients and survivors.  This event typically runs for 24 hours consisting of teams who take turns, in relay fashion, walking a track (typically a school running track) during that 24 hours.  Throughout the event, there are vendors, and the teams themselves have “themes” for their teams, and may have miniature fundraisers at their location to help raise funds for their teams.

The other outstanding events of this evening are in honor of cancer patients and survivors, and in memory of loved ones lost.  Luminaries, lit candles inside of white paper bags light the entire track with the names written in tribute to those who are battling cancer, have battled cancer and won, and those who have lost their battle to cancer.  These two ceremonial laps are the most overwhelming, meaningful, memorable activities of the night, as everyone is reminded why they are participating, and the importance.

In preparation for the Relay For Life, many teams hold other fundraisers prior to the big event itself.  I have long since retired from disc jockeying, but I am known to dust off my equipment for those holding fundraisers to help with this event as it of course holds very special meaning to me.  Some may hold carwashes, colored bracelet sales, or “beef and beer” gatherings which are just a fancy way of saying “party”.  When it comes to most charities, I have always donated my time because to me, fundraisers are all about raising funds, not spending them.  And while some businesses may get “fundraised” out, at the worst, I will offer at least an extreme discount to absorb any cost I may have, but in general, most of my charity gigs are done as that, charity.

Of course, things have not changed since my heart surgery as far as issues that have arisen with my long term survival.  Physically, I no longer consider my body reliable as I have had so many issues come up, several without warning, that have incapacited me for a decent period of time.  But because I no longer physically push myself, over time, I have lost a major part of my physical strength, leaving me unable to lift my equipment anymore, without assistance anyway.    I have to laugh, when my doctors remark about how strong I am compared to other Hodgkin’s survivors.  And I can recognize that, except I am nowhere near as strong as I used to be.  Emotionally, I am slowly coming to the realization of what is important, what I can do, and what I cannot.

So I have cut back on requiring activities that expect me to push my limits of strength as fatigue just wipes me out.  Endurance is becoming an issue as I can no longer try to squeeze in 85 hours of activity into a 96 hour weekend, just so that I can keep everyone happy who have come to depend on me, and know me for getting everything done.  The last two times that I pushed myself like that, I ran myself so down, that I made myself susceptible to two bouts of serious cases of pneumonia.  You would think I would learn from that.

However, my altruistic personality being what it is, and my strong support of the Relay For Life, I did agree to disc jockey this fundraiser for a team that will be participating in our local Relay, just two days after undergoing some internal testing.  The day before the event, my body was telling me that it was tired.  And clearly, the next night would require a lot of me physically.  But instead of telling the organizer that as feared, I was not up to it, I sucked it up and did it anyway.  When I got home, as happens often, I just collapsed with fatigue.

And so my own personal relay continues, passing the baton from one event to the next.

My Fight For Education


A few years ago, I made one of the most illogical decisions in my life, to run for a public office.  I had no political experience, a fairly average voting record, and the only political interest I may have had, was occasionally flipping through the channels on the television and occasionally catching bits and pieces of a biased “news” channel.  But something changed in 2009.

A new phase in my parental status was expected to begin following the Labor Day holiday.  But a huge cloud was hanging overhead.  It was a looming teacher labor crisis, common in school districts all over the country.  The climate was mirroring a similar contract negotation within our school district, which resulted in a strike then.  All that mattered to Wendy and I though was that it was Madison’s first year in school, and we had no other daycare options available if the teachers would go on strike.

And then it happened.  The announcement was made that the teachers would go on strike.  A court order mandated that the strike had not been given proper notice and the teachers return to the classrooms.  But another walk out would occur incurring the wrath of many in the district, including myself.  All I knew was that teachers make enough and only work part of the year.  Now before I hear from anyone what a jerk I was, I know it.  Like I said, this was uncharted territory for me and I was pissed off not having a firm arrangement for Madison’s care.

The media concentration on the strike was typical.  The district presenting their opinions that the teachers were being unreasonable.  The union responded that they were frustrated by the lack of understanding and consideration by the district.  Back and forth, back and forth.  I cannot say what exactly it was that caused this emotion in me, but the school board did something I considered despicable, legal, but despicable.  The board authorized the publication of every teacher and guidance counselor’s salaries in a full page color advertisement in several local newspapers.  I was infuriated.  And just like that, my support flipped completely to the side of the teachers.

This bully tactic did exactly what it was meant to do, raise the ire of the taxpayers and parents.  It is common sense that there will be a difference in salaries for teachers with one year of service and those with thirty years.  I had no idea what a teacher’s salary was, and though a matter of public record, was no business of mine.  My only concern with a teacher was educating my children.  At that moment, I had no idea what direction I would go in, but I was going to support the efforts of teachers, learn what the teachers did and the commitments nearly all make in molding our community’s future.

I followed the negotiations very carefully, and then an opportunity knocked.  Following a recent school board election, a re-elected board member decided to resign (conveniently after defeating an opposing political party opponent).  A replacement would be chosen by the board after soliciting replacement candidates.  I made the decision to put my name in.  Miraculously, a replacment had been chosen.  None of the other applicants had been contacted about the interest or resumes, but the replacement also happened to be from the same political party as the resignee and dropped out of the race prior to the primary so as not to compete with an incumbant.  Amazing what happens even when it comes to local politics.

Denied.

That following January, another opportunity came.  An information meeting was held to teach how to run for a public office, in particular, school board.  It was attended by people representing both political parties and third parties.  A couple of weeks later, I made the decision to officially run for school board.  It was an exciting experience for me.  Four others made the decision to run with me as a full slate of candidates bent on removing the bullying incumbants and restore respect and dignity within our school district.

Two of our candidates had broken the glass ceiling in being elected.  The other three of us, including me fell short of votes by less than 200.  Our efforts fell short just because enough people did not feel their votes would count.  We ran a clean campaign, and for three of us, it was our first campaign.  We had nothing to be ashamed of.  It was less than a week later, the three of us made the decision to continue the fight.  So I will run again for school board in 2013.  A lot of people question the need to do this, especially with the many health issues I have to deal with, but it is simple.

I feel right now, my most important role of being a parent, is to make sure my daughters get the best education possible.  For my wife and I, we believe in public education.  We both graduated through the public school system.  We were both successful because of our education.  A free public education is a right of our children just as it was for myself and others, and the generations before.  It is our obligation for the strength of our community (and country) to provide a strong and quality education.

There are plenty of disagreements from teacher salaries to school choice.  I no longer just look at the actual dollar figure of the teacher’s salary.  I do believe in school choice.  We should be free, and in my school district, we are free to choose from private schools, Catholic schools, even other elementary schools within the district.  And in districts where education is suffering from quality and need, charter schools originally seemed to address those concerns.  But charter schools would come at an additional expense to the district, and trickle down to my home in the form of higher taxes.  But even more hurtful, limited by state mandate, expenses of adding a charter school could not be covered completely by an equal tax increase, which result in only one thing, cuts.  Approval of a charter school in our district will not only raise our taxes, but to make up the rest of the deficit of next year’s budget, our district will have to look at cutting curriculum, programs, and staff.  This will effect my daughters’ education in a dire way.  They are too young right now to know what their future will be, but they should be offered the opportunities that I had, that everyone had to be able to recognize their potential.  And that means offering everything that is possible.  If we as a taxpayer are willing to pay a charter school to teach the programs our district is willing to cut, why cannot we keep them in the first place?  If we as taxpayers are willing to provide a smaller class size (the main argument made to support a charter school), why is our district so unwilling to make that provision within our school system?

There are plenty of other issues.  These are difficult times for education as a whole.  Budgets are strained.  Expenses rise.  But respect, quality, and responsibiltiy cannot suffer for the ill decisions made in the past.

School board director is a volunteer position.  It is a lot of hassle, for no pay, a lot of criticism, but knowing that you are helping to mold the minds of the next inventor, the next discoverer of a cure for cancer, the next president.  I have made a commitment, and have volunteered the last three years attending most of the school board and sub committee meetings to make myself familiar with the goings on of our school district.  It is a monumental task and commitment.  But for my daughters, it is worth it.  And for my commitment, I believe that everyone else’s children will benefit as well.

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