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“Hope You’re Having A Great Time!”


“Hope you’re having a great time!”  A warm and encouraging wish that is typically used when someone is away on a trip, vacation, event, or perhaps on a date.  This comment is normally sincere and genuine.  And under normal circumstances, I would probably do my best to oblige the person making the comment.

But then there is this…

“Hope you’re having a great time!”  Of course, in written form it looks no different than the way I typed it in the last paragraph.  For the purpose of this post, this time, the sentence is meant as pure sarcasm.  And it is directed at me.  I have received this comment many times from those who feel they need to comment on my divorce proceedings that have no say at all, but feel they have the right to get involved.  And admittedly, I have received this comment from a few people on “my side”.

In any case, their assumption, and it is 100% wrong, because there are very few people who are aware of what is actually going on with me.  And that knowledge is intentional, but my claim that the statement is wrong is an understatement.

Just as the events leading up to me filing for divorce, I kept them from everyone except for my ex-wife.  We knew our issues, and there were many attempts to deal with them, and those attempts failed every time.  And so it came as a shock to everyone, including her (though it should not have come as a shock), when I filed for divorce.  But here we are a year later, and as I have always done, for the most part, I have kept the majority of my decisions and actions to myself.

Now of course, because it is human nature to be involved in things that should not involve us, my keeping things close to the vest result in a stereotypical behavior.  Humans “assume”.

Yep.  Here it comes.  “You know what happens when you assume?  You make an “ass” out of “u” and “me”.  Okay, I got that out of the way.

So, things have finally been discussed, where they needed to be, in the courtroom.  Actually, I would have preferred to work this out than through the courts, but that was not my decision.  But, everything that anyone could want to know about what I have been doing, decisions being made, and more importantly “why”, were all discussed.

This time of year has always been difficult for me as it is.  I cannot remember the last time I enjoyed a “drama free” holiday season, and I am talking about going back three decades or more.  Whether it was health, life or death, employment, tragedy, I have not had one drama free holiday season that I can remember.

So I want to take the time to actually make a rare comment about my divorce.

“I am not having a great time.”  This is genuine and sincere.  It is not sarcasm.  Receiving death threats and harassing phone calls, texts, emails, and yes, even replies to this blog… not my idea of a great time.  Being unemployed, having lost my job assignment to corporate downsizing, complicated by my health issues… not my idea of a great time.  Facing daunting court orders that I cannot meet… facing penalties such as bank accounts being frozen (no money in them anyway), passport seized (I have not been planning any trips), and many other penalties such as potentially having my driver’s license suspended (tough to get a job if I cannot drive), to possibly facing jail time (which definitely will not help me get employed to produce income to meet the court’s orders)…not my idea of a great time.  Not seeing my daughters every day, even at the least via video phone calls… not my idea of a great time.

So for those who want to say that I must be “having a great time,” you must have a warped and sick idea of what a good time is, and perhaps your life might just be worse (if that is possible) than mine.

There is a big difference between having a good time, and survival… relaxation… staying focused.  Much like I needed my marriage to adapt, I have done it as a single person.  I have learned how to do without.  I have learned how to do things that help me unwind.  I budget my time and activities accordingly.

I exercise daily, which mainly consists of a walk on the beach.  It is very convenient to where I live.  So there are no excuses.  And although I live near a beach, I am far from tanned, because other than my walks, I do not go to the beach.  There are lots of activities all over the place here, but that is not to say that I attend them.  I enjoy music because it helps me unwind from the day’s torment.  So I often pull up a seat, which are free, and just sit there, listening to the performances.  A benefit to not having a regular income, I have lost weight.

In my new home, I have developed some amazing and supportive friends, who combined with my true friends back home, give me strength.  But it is not fun whatsoever, discussing my moods from the daily divorce issues.  But because the majority of my support network here has been through divorce, some several times, there is understanding.  And these are very good people, and I know some day, I will get to have pure enjoyment with them all.  And yes, some day, someone will come up to me, and tell me what they are currently going through, and just like my friends, I will be able to tell them, “it will get better.”

But for now, every day, it is the same thing.  Wake up.  Search for job opportunities.  And wait.  Get another harassing or threatening communication.  Unwind.  Then think about tomorrow.

No, I am not having a great time.  I do not have the chance.  And if you mistake my ability to find ways to relax and survive for fun, that is on you.

Caregivers Come In All Forms


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When we think of the word “caregiver”, there is a tendency to associate it with the staff of a nursing home, or perhaps doctors and nurses.  But there are many more examples of caregivers.  Each caregiver has their own specific role.  In fact, it is possible that you may not even recognize some of the caregivers that exist.  As long as you are involved in the direct care of a sick patient, you are a caregiver.  Even pets can be caregivers.

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This was “Goldie”, a Goldendoodle.  She was also a “therapy dog” who was visiting my father during his first chemotherapy treatment for lung cancer.  I had my first experience with a therapy dog during an episode of aspiration pneumonia and had been hospitalized for several days.  When faced with a serious illness, it is very important to take care of yourself emotionally during your health crisis.

I had my first experience with pet therapy, when I went through my cancer treatment for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I was living in an apartment, which unfortunately did not allow dogs, but for a $25 fee, would allow a cat.  And so I wasted no time in adopting a kitten, who because of her colors, I called her “Pebbles.”  Pebbles would always greet me when I rushed home from my chemo appointments, with the same procedure every day.  Barge in through the front door, rush right past Pebbles, straight for the bathroom, collapse on the floor and begin to vomit.  Cats being curious, Pebbles placed herself in her seated pose, right at the doorway, just staring at me, kneeling beside the toilet, occasionally lifting my head from the bowl to see her staring at me.  About a half hour later, I would drag myself from the bathroom to my bedroom across the hall, crawl into my bed.  Pebbles would follow me, jump up onto the bed, and lay down next to me on my ex-wife’s pillow (first ex-wife).  She would stay there, as if protecting me, comforting me, until my ex-wife would come home.

Years later, when I would adopt my Golden Retriever “Pollo,” I would have the same hopes of having Pollo certified as a “therapy dog.”

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I would not trade the fourteen years I had with my fur friend.  For those fourteen years, he was healthy.  There was only one drawback, he was happy staying a puppy his entire life.  As far as providing therapy, it was going to be his demeanor and joy with each visitor that was going to have to be enough therapy for anyone, sick or healthy.

But later in my cancer survival, he would provide that pet therapy to me when faced with my heart surgery, and other emergency situations that required recovery, he was there for me every step of the way.  Gentle at the right moments, and letting me know when it was time to get back on my feet and get back to being his friend again.

Needless to say, it is an amazing feeling to see those wagging tails in your darkest hours.  These caregivers rarely get recognized.

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The next obvious caregivers are the doctors, nurses, technicians, and therapists.  I will do a post on their importance of caregiving later on, though their value goes without saying.

But the next caregivers that I want to talk about, are the ones who simply get thrown into that role.  Years ago, when I completed my treatments, I made the decision that I wanted to “give back” in some way, for all the support I got going through my cancer journey.  I got certified as a peer to peer counselor with the American Cancer Society in a program called “Cansurmount.”  This program matched counselors to patients, cancer to cancer.  Unfortunately, it was a program that struggled to survive itself, falling short of volunteers, and I would end up counseling patients with many other cancers.

But you do not have to be “certified” to be a caregiver.  Simply being there with a ride to transport for treatment, accompanying to a doctor visit, or just sitting and keeping the patient company classifies you as a caregiver.  Anything that makes the patient feel better, giving them comfort, shows that you care.  You are giving care.  And you make a difference.  You do not have to be an immediate family member.  You can be a parent, a sibling, a cousin, spouse, friend, a neighbor, or even just a stranger.

Depending on the need, the caregiver level has the potential to get quite involved.  And it is here, that the caregiver themselves need to make sure that they are taking care of themselves.  It is very easy to get overwhelmed with their own emotions and physical being depending on the level of commitment.

Hospice workers are one example of the importance of caregiving.  In a patient’s end of days, hospice plays a major role in making sure that not only is the patient comfortable, but also, the family is having their emotional needs met.  I had my first personal experience with hospice as my father passed away from lung cancer earlier this year.  Months later after his passing, they still call me to see how I am doing.  I tell them that I miss my dad very much, but I am doing okay.  I have had over twenty years as a counselor, and feel that I have a fairly good grip on my emotional needs.

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My most challenging role as a caregiver, was as his health proxy.  For this, I would go beyond just driving him to his appointments, sitting with him and explaining to him everything the doctors were telling him to make sure he understood all of his options and decisions.  My dad looked up to me for support, to help him get through his battle with cancer.  His one wish, “to be a survivor like my son.”

I could not do that for my dad.  I was powerless to stop and cure the cancer that would take his life.  But what I could do for him, as the cancer spread, was make sure that his wishes were followed to the letter.  It was difficult for me to make a decision, that selfishly I might not have agreed with, but was what my dad wanted.  And as the cancer cells spread to his brain, and took away his decision-making ability, my decisions made were even more critical.  I had to make sure my dad was comfortable, all the while making sure that his wishes of no extraordinary measures to keep him alive, suffering.  My dad trusted me that I would be able to separate my emotions from the task that he asked of me.

Caregivers come in all forms, and carry out all kinds of functions.  But without them, professional or familial, a patient’s journey would be even more difficult to get through.

A Throwback Thursday From The Heart


The birth of a child, is one of the most beautiful experiences a parent can experience.  I am not just talking about the actual “birth” as experienced in a medical facility.  I am talking about the “birth” of a child into a family.

For many, biological birthing is not an option to those who wish to be parents.  Other options to assist in physically giving birth exist, but for many, not even those methods provide fruitful.

For parents like me, for me to become a parent, adoption was the only option available.  One of the chemotherapy drugs used to treat my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma was “mustargen”, a derivative of the same mustard gas Saddam Hussein used to kill thousands of his people.  The plus side about the drug is that it was critical in curing my cancer.  The down side, it also took away my ability to have children.

My only option, if not able to have a significant other give physical birth to my child, yet be able to experience “birth”, was to go through adoption.  Once that decision was made, the decision of whether to go international or stay domestic had to be made.  I will address what went behind those decisions in a different post.  Today, I wanted to make this post about what it was like, to experience the “births” of my daughters.

Both of my daughters were adopted from China.  We submitted our dossiers (biological and personality information about us) to China, and the magic happened.  Daughters were matched up to us, and we were sent photos along with information about our daughters.  Travel needed to be planned to adopt our daughters.  You can equate this to all the pre natal appointments.

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I can only imagine about the range of emotions and excitement swirling in a delivery room.  And other than the physical experiences of giving birth, I am certain what happened next, whether through adoption or giving birth, the feelings of becoming a parent were the same.

All the families who travelled with us were gathered into a main room.  Down the hallway, we could hear the cries of our children coming to us, assisted by staff from the orphanage where our daughters were adopted from.

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And then it happened, just as a doctor delivering a baby, our daughters were placed into our arms.

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It took less than five minutes after Madison was placed in my arms that I knew I wanted to adopt again, and this would bring Emmalie into our lives.  Yes, that is how I experienced “birth.”

Not only did I gain two beautiful girls into my life, but so many other people who will always be forever in my heart.  There are the “facilitators” that took care of us while we were in China.

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And of course, there were nineteen other families that forever will be tied to us for the rest of our lives.

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For some, we may never see each other again, but there is a reason that adoptive families are often referred to as “forever” families.  Our daughters that were adopted together all share that one bond with each other, the dates of March 14, 2004 and February 6, 2006.  Most of the children still see each other to this day, perhaps not in large groups, but by individual visits.  And with social media, it makes it even easier for the children to keep in touch with each other as they grow into their teen years.

Today is a special Throwback Thursday for me.

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