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Lasting Images


Country singer/actor Toby Keith passed away last week from complications of stomach cancer at the age of 62. In watching interviews with him where he talked about his cancer, he never stopped wanting to fight, and wanted nothing more than to beat his cancer. Keith stated that he did not want cancer to define him. But in his three year absence from performing, Keith found out, what many cancer patients find out during and after their battles, while cancer may not define you, there is no going back to the normal life you used to know before cancer. Instead, you face what is referred to as a “new normal.”

Many musicians have what is called “muscle memory.” This simply means for instance, the fingers do not forget how to play the guitar, or the vocal chords sing the notes. And though it had been some time since Keith had performed, he was confident that he could do both, in spite of the length of time since his last performance. But there would be one difference, a big difference.

Now, I am going to make my late Father proud, because he never knew me to be a fan of country music. While I appreciate most genres of music, country was not one that I paid a lot of attention to, though I did know some country artists and songs. But I soon found out, that I could sing country, as many male country artists were in my vocal range. Toby Keith was one of those artists whose songs I could sing. And he had a great catalogue of songs from patriotic, to fun bar-drinking songs like “As Good As I Once Was” and “Red Solo Cup,” popularized by being performed on the television drama “Glee.”

While Keith’s physical appearance definitely had been affected by the cancer and its treatments, his voice still sounded like it always had with one exception, and it was clearly impacted by his cancer. Keith had surgery for his stomach cancer, and part of the stomach had been attached to his diaphragm. And for those who are unfamiliar with the role of the diaphragm to a singer, for a singer like Keith, that is where he gets his power for his vocals as he belts out his songs. Because this surgery no longer allowed that abdominal support, Keith was unable to power out his lower and higher registers, producing a softer sound. This would become his “new normal” as he finally returned to the stage late last year.

The news of Keith’s passing, especially at the age of 62, was a shock to all. He was only four years older than me. And seeing the final images of Toby Keith, post cancer, reminded me of another popular icon, Patrick Swayze, who passed away from pancreatic cancer at the age of 57.

Swayze was known for movies like “Red Dawn,” “Point Break,” Ghost,” “Dirty Dancing,” and my favorite role for him, “Roadhouse.” But just as what cancer took away from Toby Keith and his fans, so did cancer do to Swayze.

From just the two pictures, you see a pattern developing. And I could probably list a lot of other celebrities and athletes who have lost their lives to cancer. The media gives all kinds of attention when someone famous dies of cancer, capitalizing on the attention paid by distraught fans. In the end, we are not left with memories of “Dalton” or “Sam”, strong characters that had us watching these movies over and over, but rather a lasting image of what cancer had taken away from us.

Ask any newly diagnosed cancer patient, what is one thing that will make a difference to them as they begin their own fight against any cancer, and they will tell you, “to know of someone who had beaten the cancer that they are now facing.” And there are plenty of actors, musicians, and athletes who have beaten cancers, but then most push their survival back into obscurity, never to be heard of again.

The truth is, there are millions of cancer survivors out in the world. We just are not famous, and most do not have any platform to offer their support and encouragement to those facing cancer. Pictured above on the left is me, at the age of 23, I believe during my second of eight cycles of chemotherapy. I had already gone through radiation therapy. There was no social media back in 1989 and 1990 when I was treated, and it looks like I was asleep, which would be why I don’t recall the picture being taken. The picture on the right, was taken at the beginning of the year, as I approach my 34th year in remission next month for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I am hoping this will not be my last image that I share, but I do hope that I do provide hope and inspiration for all of those newly diagnosed with cancer.

I do not mean to take away from those grieving the loss of Toby Keith, or anyone else who has not survived their fight with cancer. We should remember and honor those who have passed, and for all the good that they gave us. And hopefully the memories that our in our minds are from happier and healthier times.

I just wish that some would pay attention to the millions of us, and share our stories of survival, and what life has been like with our “new normal.” And realize, that while enduring treatments for cancer is not pleasant, in the end, in remission, life can be good. It may not be what we planned, but I know speaking for me personally, these last three and a half decades have been one helluva ride for me. And to quote Toby Keith from his hit that I love to sing, “As Good As I Once Was,” “I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.”

I’m Okay With “Girl Dad” Title


Today is one of the two most special days of my life (it is a tie obviously). Though she was adopted second, the anniversary of the day my younger daughter was placed in my arms comes first. Next to their birthdays, this day is very important to both daughters, the days they became my daughters, and I became their Dad.

Dad. Until recently, that is the only variation of the title I ever expected to hear besides maybe Father. But thanks to a rough and tough football player, Philadelphia Eagles center Jason Kelce, and having three daughters, two toddlers and an infant, he may just be Dad to his daughters, but the population is referring to him as “a girl Dad.” 

Ever since the popularity of the interactions between Kelce and his brother Travis, Jason’s family has seen quite a bit of attention especially since a video appeared of his oldest daughter being recorded in an “offensive lineman stance” just like her father. And with the NFL Pro Bowl just this past weekend, there were sightings all over with Kelce interacting with his daughters whether at the grounds of the game or at Disney. And when you watched these videos, you did not think you were watching one of the greatest centers of the game. You were watching a great Dad, taking every opportunity that he could, to spend time with his daughters. And the title, “girl Dad” was born.

As a fellow “girl Dad” myself, it really is not that hard to do. My daughters are my world and there is not a thing I would not do for them. I support each of them, their goals and aspirations, and cannot wait to see who they become as adults. Of course, considering what the three of us have gone through, especially over the last fifteen years, we all cherish every moment we get to be with each other, the time dwindling down since both are now in college.

I have been asked occasionally if I had ever given any thoughts of ever wanting a son, and would my parenting be any different than it is now. I do not even hesitate in answering “no, I do not ever think what it would have been like to have a son.” Nor do I think my parenting would have been any different, though admittedly, I am very protective of my daughters. I have made that clear with them and anyone they should think about dating.

But two years after my youngest had been adopted, my meaning, my purpose, took on a higher direction. Never had I have to redirect my thinking so strongly, with my health battling the late effects from my cancer treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, than to leave no doubt to anyone, I wanted to live and I would do what it took, for my daughters. On the verge of dying, my cardiologist’s words, not mine, I thought I would never see my daughters again. As much as I felt that would hurt them, especially later in life when they understood everything that happened, it hurt me more to think I could end up leaving them behind.

Fifteen years later after that surgery, we are still making memories, with what I hope, will be many more. The last ten years definitely were not the way that I had planned for the three of us, but we are making memories every chance we get. I can no longer ride amusement rides with them, or toss them into the air. I have a lot more important things now that will impact their adult lives, making decisions on big things like a house or car, building a family, preparing for life events with insurances, etc..

But after all these years, not one thing has changed. These special dates like today, changed my life for the better and were the biggest blessings a man could have. I love both my daughters “to the moon and back.” Life has been great as a “girl Dad.”

World Cancer Day


Up until 1988, the only thing I knew about cancer personally, was a fundraiser that I participated in elementary school, sponsored by the American Cancer Society, called “Send A Mouse To College.” This of course was a reference to the supporting of medical research and cancer, which used mice, among other species, to find a cure for a disease, usually never talked about publicly, and almost always fatal.

My personal timeline went as follows. My grandmother would be diagnosed with breast cancer in 1986. That was all that was ever talked about it. Then in the fall of 1988, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Disease, now called Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Over the decades, cancer would knock on the door of my family several times (grandmother a second time, my grandfather, my father), and I would learn of others who had passed from cancer I was not even aware of, because it was not talked about (my paternal grandmother). That was a problem, and for many, lack of communication about cancer remains a problem.

The official recognition of World Cancer Day, is not a celebration, but rather a day of awareness, begun in 2000 in Paris, France, at the World Summit Against Cancer led by the Union For International Cancer Control. In 2008, February 4th was declared World Cancer Day, not to celebrate cancer, but to raise awareness of cancer, encourage prevention, provide information on diagnosing and treating cancer, and to make sure that everyone has access to the same quality health care against cancer, regardless of race, gender, or ethnicity.

The truth is, we should not need a special day to recognize the importance of dealing with cancer. But here it is, February 4th, World Cancer Day.

Since 1988, cancer has been more prevalent in my life. In fact, it seemed soon after my battle ended, more people around me, found themselves battling cancer. I knew this, because they had come to me for support. People were talking about cancer, at least that I was aware of, for the first time.

Upon completing my treatments, I made the decision to “give back” to those who saved my life, by reaching out to, and advocating for, other cancer patients and survivors, something that I still do to this day through Paul’s Heart. With the advances in technology, I am able to reach around the world with my advocacy and knowledge of the newer methods of diagnosis and treatments available today, compared to what I went through thirty-five years ago.

And for me, World Cancer Day is literally about the world. I have been blessed over these decades to meet other cancer patients and survivors, not just locally, not just around the United States, but literally around the world from countries such as Spain, Canada, Switzerland, England, Scotland, South Africa, and more. Together, we all do our part to inform and support those around us, and each other, in the battles against cancer.

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