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Words Without Action Mean Nothing


And yet again, many mourn the loss of someone famous, that either inspired them, or entertained them.  And yet again, it appears it was by their own hands.  Over the weekend, it was reported that Anthony Bourdain, most recently known for his television show, “Parts Unknown”, where he travelled the world sampling food and traditions and history, committed suicide, apparently by hanging.

Of course, we are all caught off guard.  Recently, Bourdain had been doing the talk-show circuit, to promote his current season of “Parts Unknown,” and it is likely, just as in my case, we all just saw a guy, promoting his show, seemingly having a great life, a girlfriend, a daughter, successful show, and of course travelling wherever he basically wanted to go.

There is no known reason why Bourdain took his own life.  And as I stated in the beginning, to the common person or fan, we had no idea that something troubled him so badly, or triggered a decision, he took his own life.

Over the years, there are many other celebrities that I have enjoyed being entertained by, who sadly ended their own lives as well… Michael Hutchins of INXS, Chester Bennington of Linkin Park, Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, Kurt Cobain of Nirvana, and one that definitely had an affect on me, Robin Williams.

All of the above mentioned, including Bordain, on the outside, all portrayed a life that seemed to be that of a success that only most of us could dream of.  In some instances, we would learn that their passings had nothing to do with their successes, but other feelings that they kept private.  As a cancer survivor dealing with very serious side effects, I keep the circle of people who are aware of my health issues, pretty much the only ones who can actually “see” anything wrong with me.  I do that because I either believe that the average person cannot handle to know everything that I deal with, or in some instances, preventing unsolicited advice or worse, criticism.  For those that opt for suicide, I cannot help but wonder, if they intentionally keep their hurt or torment inside for the same reasons.

I personally have never known anyone who has committed suicide.  In my early childhood, I had a young friend whose mother had committed suicide, but as it was explained to me by my mother, it was not something to be talked about with my friend.  And so, it never was.  I do have friends to this day who do have experience with a loved one who has committed suicide, and with the exception of one, they also do not discuss it, and the one that does talk about it, well… you can tell the sadness that they relive over and over as they talk about what happened, and the events that led up to the suicide.

My first indepth study into suicide occurred during school, with an essay in a particular psychology course.  I do not recall what directed me to the topic, but I chose Teenage Suicide.  I wrote about rates, successful attempts.  Oddly, as is talked about today, or rather, not discussed, unsuccessful attempts, I did not write about.  I wrote about possible causes, mostly all related to behaviors.  I still have the paper, which I earned an A+, in spite of a few grammatical errors, a perfect paper, or so it seemed.  As an adult, I can clearly see now, how much more complicated this issue really is.  More disturbing, it does not seem that society is dealing any better with the issue, than in the early 1980’s when I wrote about it.

Suicide is more than just about dealing with depression.  Within 24 hours, social media responded with cries against feeling sorry for celebrities who simply were not satisfied with everything they had, decrying the lack of attention to the 22 vets who commit suicide every day, an undeclared number of alienated parents frustrated with a system that is run more by money than the best interests of their children, and another group of suicide victims seemingly pushed aside by the onslaught of school mass shootings, victims of bullying.  The reality is this, suicide does not discriminate, just as any disease such as cancer, diabetes, or ALS.  But instead of complaining about the “who” of the story, we should be taking the opportunity to not only draw attention to the issue of suicide, but we should take the moment to express in totality, how many people per day, die by their own hand, including vets, alienated parents, victims of bullying.  I am not sure what the total number of suicides committed every day would be, but if we are going to try to draw attention to one demographic, when it comes to suicide, we should acknowledge all of the demographics, not just a particular one.

I have no idea what goes on in the mind of someone considering such a fate.  I myself have never thought of suicide.  I will not pretend to know what someone is thinking when it comes to ending their life.  What exactly can we do to help those who are in such pain, that suicide is felt to be the only option?  Since most of us are not mind readers, we cannot tell when someone is reaching that point.  Behavioral changes are the most obvious warning signs, however, in most cases they are so subtle, we do not recognize them.  But what if, we actually paid attention more to our friends and family, not just for behavioral changes, but for events in their life, that could lead to possible behavioral responses.  The death of a loved one.  A bad grade.  A painful break-up.  Losing a job.  A family tragedy.  We all respond immediately to those affected, when they are affected, and then we move on.  But all too often, those feeling the loss, do not.  And it is then, that changes begin.  But unless the sorrow or pain is shared with us, we all too often assume any changes were intentional, especially when they appear for the good.  In the case of Bourdain, he had a well known issue with addiction, but for viewers, all we saw was the guy touring location after location, partying with locals, and just having a great time.  Even those close to him, are unaware of what could have caused him to kill himself.  But I am certain, there was an event, that set him on this path.  Changes occurred, ever so subtly, and went unnoticed as a concern.

But as I mentioned, just as many illnesses and diseases, suicide carries a stigma about it.  There is a shame that is felt by those who are left behind.  There are opinions by those who should have none, such as religious zealots who feel the need to condemn the departed because it was by their own hands.

And WTF!!!!  Why are pharmaceutical companies creating drugs that cause harmful side effects, especially the potential for suicide or an increase in suicidal tendencies?  Why the Hell would anyone even consider that an option, to make someone feel worse than they already do?  As with many other problems we have, that we try to cure with a pill, unless we deal with the problem itself, the problem will never go away regardless of what pill you take.

Like many other problems that we do not investigate for answers, factors, and solutions, I feel that if  we actually considered those who survived suicide attempts for solutions and answers, perhaps we might be able to save more from such a sad end.  And again, I am relating to a similar position of cancer.  We only hear and publicize when people die from cancer.  But we hardly ever make a big deal about the successes of cures and survival.  Perhaps, if those who were in such pain, might be able to find hope in others who were not successful or changed their mind, they themselves might make a different decision.

In the meantime, sure, someone hurting can call the Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255.  But we can also remember those in our life, that have gone through something painful, long after the hurt is gone for us.  Because it might just not be gone for them.  They may still need our help and support.

 

The Different Sides Of Dad


The most important responsibility in my life, is clearly that of raising my daughters.  Several years ago, how we took that path changed, when our family went through the divorce process.  But my goal for my daughters has remained the same as the day they were each placed in my arms, to prepare them as best as I can for the life ahead of them.

From the beginning, I have expected a few things of my daughters as far as behavior, to understand the importance of respect, love, trust, and honesty.  Early on in their younger childhood, if you asked them how they would describe me, it would not be uncommon to hear them say, “he is the ‘no’ Daddy.”  This was in reference to a common response when asked if they could have something or do something.  In fact, I would probably guess, my answer was usually “no” 90% of the time.  I did not do that to be mean.  My outlook was this, that I would rather have them hear the word “no”, than have them be disappointed or worse, throw a tantrum, and be surprised and excited when I do say “yes.”  How many parents have been witnessed dealing in the public with a set plan, only to have to be delayed when a child simply does not understand why a particular moment that a parent was not able to give the child what they desired whether any circumstances like time, money, or simply because.

As I said, my children were told “no” often.  However, there was one time, that I did say “yes”, to allow my daughter to play a “claw” type machine, something no matter how much I tried to convince my daughters was nearly impossible to win, they were determined to prove me wrong.  And on this day, not only was I proven wrong, but on one grab, my daughter actually pulled 2 toys from the bin.  “See Daddy, the machine is not broken.”  And yes, I did return back to “no” responses following the “claw incident”.  This is not to say that my daughters did not have fun.  They have had plenty.

But as they entered school, their characters, personalities, and their reputations had already been formed.  Going into this phase of their life was exciting for me because one of the greatest responsibilities any parent has, is to make sure their children get a quality education.  I began reading to them when they were babies.  We built things together.  And when they brought their first homework assignment home, we sat at the table and worked on the homework together.  Admittedly, I probably learned quite a bit myself as things are taught much differently these days.

Now, nine years into their education, they are blossoming, advancing further with their abilities than perhaps their parents combined.  They know the efforts that they put in, and I make sure they know how proud I am with each report card I witness.

Of course, in the later years of education, preparing for their future education and the decisions that will be made affecting each new year are very important.  As a parent, of course I want them to do well.  This year, was the first year that I actually heard from either daughter, what they might be leaning towards as their future aspiration.  I am very excited and have assured them that I will do all that I can to help them achieve their dreams.  Of course, the next step for them will most likely be college.  On her own, one of my daughters is looking for more ways to challenge her education and actually wrote emails to her teachers, seeking support for higher levels of learning.  I assisted her with the correct language to use with her request, that it would ultimately be left to her teachers to stop and think about the request, and determine without bias if she were in fact ready to advance.  Instead of writing “I would like to be moved up…”, she wrote, “I was wondering if you would consider moving me up…”.  In other words, instead of telling the teacher what she wanted, asking the teacher for her opinion would be the more respectful approach.  As of today, both are assisting her with that very possibility.

So now I spend time, helping them when asked.  They are quite independent right now, but I follow their grades closely, looking for signs when they might be struggling.  We are lucky that school teachers and administrators all work together with us, in trying to deal with things as they come up.  Keeping them on the right path scholastically, will make it much easier to decide where they will go following high school graduation.  And they do think about that.

During one of their visits with me, I was asked if there are colleges in the state where I live.  I explained there were quite a lot of them.  I do not really have a preference where they go, well, Penn State would be great, or any Florida school, but ultimately it will come down to their major of study and what is best for them.  But I am encouraged with the fact that they are at least thinking about life after high school.

With the gears of their education just rolling along as they are hoped for, I spend a lot of time now, preparing them about “life lessons”.  It is one thing to be “book” smart, it is another thing to be “street” smart, and it is a good thing to be both.  I have always wanted my daughters to have opportunities and experiences that I did not have.  But I also wanted them to know how things in life could affect them.  The obvious two are dating and money.

I will admit, I am not ready to hear the words “boyfriend”, “on a date”, “kiss”, or anything else that I cannot stop from happening.  Which is why it is important that they learn from me, just as trust, respect, and honesty have always been important pre-dating, they become even more important once the socialization process begins.  I have told them, anyone interested in them, must respect them.  That means, opening doors, giving flowers, being polite, perhaps carrying school books.  Oh, yeah, and not letting anyone break their hearts.  I know that last one is a tough one, but having had a wonderful babysitter, who was an excellent role model, they understand how important it is to focus on school first before really getting serious about a relationship.

And that just leaves money, and learning how to handle it.  I do what I can to teach them about saving money, learning the difference between “want” and “need”.  They are being taught how to live without, and appreciate and care for what they have.  And if able, to have some fun if resources allow.

I took them to an event last year that both were so excited to attend.  They both brought their own money with the intent that they would buy something there to remember their visit.  But the lesson that they got that day, is something that I know has stuck with them since.  I explained there would be no time limit.  We were there and I encouraged them that they walk the entire floor first, before spending any money.  It would definitely have been too easy to go through all of the money within five minute with everything that caught their eye.  There was only one exception to my request, that if they saw something that they really wanted, and might not be available when we came around the second time, was it something that they would literally cease to exist without before we got back around if it were no longer available, then they could purchase that item.

Together they actually encouraged each other and supported each other on their decisions.  And even after making their purchases the second time around, they still left with well over 60% of the money they brought.  They are now both concentrating on saving money, whether it be by earning cash from chores, or gifts, or simply the change in their pockets.

My hope is that they learn, not to “write a check that their stomach cannot cash.”  In other words, if you do not have the money for something you want, do not extend yourself using credit.  Save, and give it a shot on another day when you have the ability to afford it.  I explained to them how easy it is to get deep into debt so quickly, and unable to get out.  Learn to do without, learn to control want.  Take care of what you need.

I am so proud of my daughters and how they are growing.  And yes, I will take a lot of credit for that.  Though to be fair, they are the ones doing the work.

 

Happy National Cancer Survivors Day 2018


Today marks my 28th National Cancer Survivors Day.  As you can see on the counter on the home page, I am approaching another huge milestone in a little less than two years.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have cancer, let alone survive it, especially this long.  Back when I was diagnosed, I knew no one who had ever survived cancer except for my stepsister, everyone else had died.  But cancer would become a major part of my life, as others that I knew, would face their own battles, and look to me for support and encouragement.

Today, I am in touch with thousands of other cancer survivors.   Some newly in remission, some, decades, as many as 40, 50, and 60 years in remission.  They do exist.

One year, I am actually going to include the names of every cancer survivor in a post, but for now, I would be to afraid I would forget someone’s name.  So, just know this…

Today is your day, our day.  And if you know someone who has taken on cancer and is celebrating today, give them an extra special hug.  No matter the cancer, it was not easy getting to this point.

Congratulations everyone reading this.

Thank you for your continued readership and support.

Paul

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