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From A To Z (Anxiety To Zen)


Medlineplus.gov defines “anxiety” as of fear, dread, or uneasiness. It is a safe bet, that anyone reading “Paul’s Heart” has experienced anxiety at least once in their life, if not more. My hope is that any level of anxiety has been limited to small concerns in life, perhaps a trip to the dentist, taking a final exam, or even going on a first date. Others however, have faced much more extreme degrees of anxiety due to an illness, a job situation, some sort of legal case, or some other sort of emergency. How a person handles anxiety, can often have an impact on the result.

I will not claim to never have suffered from anxiety issues, quite the contrary, I have even hit the level of full blown anxiety attacks, which is an entirely different situation as it is something triggered by an occurrence as opposed to the anxiety caused by anticipation.

To my recollection, I have always handled the anxiety from a pending situation, with a thoughtful and calm direction. I cannot explain why or how I even got to be that way. I do not recall anyone setting that example or “talking me down” from being stressed out. But my earliest memory of dealing with a stressful enough event, occurred back in 1986, at work. I was working in retail, and my manager was getting ready to open our store in the mall. It was a Saturday, two weeks before Christmas. Now, if you have never worked in a mall store, there is a chain gate that secures each store. Most, will raise and lower with the simple push of a button.

Well, that morning, the gate would not open. As “Jimmy” began to panic, because this was something neither of us had experienced before, I told him that there had to be some sort of other method to raise the gate to open for business. “Jimmy” had already made it up in his mind that he was going to face some sort of reprimand, that sales were going to be lost, he would be doomed because of this malfunction.

And that is when I recognized my anxiety mantra. “Jimmy, you can’t change anything by worrying. You can certainly make it worse though.” And with that, we located a chain and pully system, that we began to pull by hand, raising the gate ever so slowly. Calm, rational thinking. It got roughly two feet off the ground, then jammed. “Jimmy” went from relieved back to panic. Again, I tried to encourage him that his worrying would not help, and that clearly, this was not his fault. I told him, we were united in what happened, and it was beyond our control. We would deal with whatever we had to and get through it.

That happened before my diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma in 1988. Oddly enough, I had the similar approach when I was diagnosed. I was recently engaged (to my first wife), to be married six months later. I had two thoughts. One, I did not want to die, so I would go through whatever treatment was necessary. Two, my fiance may want to rethink our future as it would likely not end up the way she had always dreamed her life would be.

But there is a point in time, after the treatments are done, and you get told that you are “in remission,” that a little voice rents a room inside your head, that constantly haunts you, “what if the cancer is back?” This can be triggered by a symptom that has appeared that is similar to when you were diagnosed, especially a swollen lymph node. We get swollen lymph nodes all of our lives. That is their job as they handle the bad things going on in our body. It is just that one time, that one time, that one lymph node had cancer. So it is very easy to forget how common a swollen lymph node is, when it is replaced with that one time, when you had cancer. This can happen with other symptoms as well.

Another time though that anxiety takes over your mind, is approaching follow ups, and any testing that is done, especially scans. Hence, the nickname “scanxiety”. This anxiousness is at its worst the very first appointment after completion of treatment, because after all we have been through, we do not want to go through it again. So as we wait for blood test results, we wait for a doctor to call us back, and then topped with our subliminal thinking that we might just have symptoms again, that are not really there, we worry.

My approach has always been, I cannot change the results of any testing. If the results are good, hurray for me. If they are bad, I will deal with them. I am not ready to give up yet, even now, so I am prepared mentally to do what I must to get through any bad situation. To stay that focused, I cannot let anxiety rent a room in my head.

There is a huge difference between my manager struggling to get a store gate open, and me facing something that could potentially kill me and the anxieties. Of course, the store was an isolated incident. But my health was something that was going to be faced my entire life. So admittedly, it was not always this easy to control this anxiety in the beginning. But I took it one day at a time, then by the week, then by the month, by the quarter, then by the year. Soon, five years, 10 years, 20 years, and now, I am at year 32. It did get easier to deal with the anxiety and fear of my cancer coming back.

And as I faced late developing side effects from the treatments that have caused some severe situations with my health, I have adopted the same strategy to deal with the anxieties, of waiting for results and corrective surgeries. I know how I would feel if everything turned out good. I know that if something was found, I would have to face it and deal with it. I would find the best hands to care for me and get it done. But I would do it. Anything in between those two extremes, I can handle.

This calm demeanor of mine has come in handy in the regular world as well as unfortunately I have faced several crisis requiring quick and calm thought processes from witnessing and assisting with car crashes, a fire evacuation, and multiple family medical emergencies.

I go through life the same, no matter what I am faced with. I prepare for the worst, knowing every possibility, and I hope for the best.

Now, I mentioned back in the beginning, that I have actually suffered a panic attack, a few actually. These were different that provoked by a diagnostic event, but rather a developing issue. All three times, I believed I was in the middle of a cardiac event, having a heart attack. With my cardiac history, I am surprised this is the one thing I have not dealt with yet. But as the anxiety rose, so did the psychological effects of becoming paralyzed by fear, uncontrollable and rapid breathing, and pending doom. It would take hours, and at least two of those events led to the emergency room. So, just to be clear, there are different levels of anxiety.

And finally, it is understandable and normal that the anxieties overcome us. I was one of the lucky ones in the beginning, having gone eighteen years before my body started falling apart from my treatments. And because I am more familiar with testing procedures, and yes, being able to read my reports now (I really do deserve an honorary doctorate), I am still able to maintain my composure when it comes to dealing with anxieties. But there are so many that I know, that have had their Hodgkin’s relapse, not only once, but several times. Some have gone on to have second, third and fourth cancers. Yes, the anxieties we face are normal and understandable.

I also try to keep it in perspective. And my therapist accused me of this thinking a long time ago. And if you have followed my blog long enough, you will agree with my therapist, I really do not place the level of seriousness of the things I have gone through that I should. I look at my fellow survivors, and feel that what they are going through is worse than I have faced. Many are gone now. I have survived cancer over three decades, deal with a multitude of health complications from that cancer, but I deal with what I do, because I have to. And I have a lot I want to get done yet.

My Bucket List


It was a star-studded movie in 2007, starring Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson, called “The Bucket List.” The movie was about two gentlemen, dying from cancer, who make a list of things that they want to do, before they die, and then proceed to do them.

I had never heard of this concept, a “bucket list”. I had heard it frequently following the movie, and still do today. When I hear those talking about their “bucket lists,” I hear of a lot of extravagant things that these people think are important to them to make them feel as if their life is complete. They are not necessarily dying, in fact, most likely, they are in great health. This fancy wish list is just stuff that they want to experience in their life, not just before they die.

I can admit, years ago, I had places that I wanted to visit, though I would not say that it would have to be as some sort of destiny pact. But, as a teenager, I had a school project to complete, about the stages of life. I had been given the stage of death. I needed to find someone to interview, and write about, their feelings of death. I ended up choosing the last person I ever wanted to even think about dying, my grandmother, hoping that she would assure me that she was not even thinking about her end. Well, it turned out, until that moment, having never heard her mention death before, it turned out, she had quite a bit of thoughts about it.

“I have had a great life. I had a good marriage to your grandfather. I was blessed with three children, all who grew up and got married. And I got to be a grandmother. I have gotten to travel and experience so much. But I miss your grandfather. And if today would be my last day, I am ready. I could not ask for anything more of my life.”

That paragraph is in quotes, because I remember the conversation from 1982 (I was a senior in high school). And while I loved my grandmother to the ends of the earth, and the last thing I would ever want to hear about, her passing, I found myself oddly comforted by her feelings. I know she was sincere in what she said. She passed a little over sixteen years later, and got to see her grandchildren get married, and even get to be a “great” grandmother to yet the next generation.

Back before my health went “kablooey” as a result of developing late effects from my cancer treatments for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I had lots of things that I had hoped to do. And it was clear that I had the ability and resources to do everything, as long as I stayed the course. My body had different ideas. Since my initial bombshell of a health event back in 2008, a “widow maker” heart blockage, and surviving that, I have had at least six more events that had the same severity and potential for fatality. And as many fellow survivors know, because of these health issues we have, our bodies are unable to deal with incidental events in expected fashion, because our health has been so badly compromised. Too often, I have seen a survivor get through an event, recover, to all of a sudden have a complication, and then succumb. The trauma, just too much for the compromised body to take.

So yes, some of us tend to have a hypersensitivity to our mortality. This by no means we think about dying. We don’t. But we do think about living, especially with the time we have left. And yes, that reminds me of, “The Bucket List.”

I need to preface my bucket list with the fact that, well, I know things. When it comes to the heart, I have had three surgeries since 2008. These are not permanent repairs, and as of right now, I would not be a candidate for a heart transplant because of all the other issues and risks I have. That means, I need to work with what I have, and make the best of it. But if all goes as planned, and there are no further major complications, I know how much time I am likely to have, before needing to be concerned again.

I have already approached the expected lifespan of my bypass, but the good news is, that currently, it is still holding up better than fifty percent. Needless to say, I am thrilled with that, because as the rate of the original blockage took eighteen years, I am still going to have another seven to ten years before this is likely to become an issue again. A stent I had placed in 2019, likely to last up to ten years, and the valve replaced late last year, is expected seven to ten years before it needs to be replaced.

For the average person, without my health issues, when the time would come, you would just have the surgeries to correct everything and that would be that. But with the long term damage from the radiation damage (still active after 32 years) and chemo damage, the risks from a second open heart surgery are not good for me. Bleeding out, infections, and death are at a much increased risk, and then even after those risks, the healing is difficult leading to other issues.

Now, while this may seem overwhelming, and as many close to me who still do not get me, I do not live my life thinking about my “end.” Quite the contrary, like “The Bucket List” or Tim McGraw’s song “Live Like You Were Dying” or Bon Jovi’s “Live Before You Die,” I actually do have my list of things that I want to accomplish or experience before I face that level of heart surgery again. And as you can see, compared with what my grandmother stated, I would, and already do, consider my life a good life.

With that said, and knowing that I have time to experience all of this, I believe this is all possible.

  • Having seen my daughters grow into young ladies, I want to see them graduate high school (this one is right around the corner).
  • I would like to see both my daughters go through some sort of continuing education.
  • After having DJed so many weddings in my life, and played dozens and dozens of Father/Bride songs, you guessed it, I want my turn walking my daughters down the wedding aisle (if they choose to get married that is).
  • I would like the experience of being a grandfather, though the “title” or reference has yet to be determined. Grandparents get to have so much fun and I remember how much I loved mine.
  • There is one thing I would like to do one final time, perform one more gig. I already have it in my mind, accompanied by two acoustic guitars and a conservative drum kit, an intimate gathering for one final performance by me vocally.
  • And finish writing my book, based on my blog, “Paul’s Heart.” For crying out loud, after two and half years during Covid, I am still only 2/3 of the way finished.

And that is my list. It is not expensive, well, except for the college part. But it is all doable, as long as my body cooperates. My fellow survivors understand the suddenness that our issues have and affect our bodies, so I do not take anything for granted. Though my diet is not ideal, I do everything else I can, exercise and keep stress to a minimum, that I will have my best shot at achieving all of the above things.

Because to me, a bucket list means nothing, if it cannot be remembered by everyone else. And if and when that time does come, hopefully not for a while, there will be a lot to remember and talk about.

Not Playing Favorites


When it comes to taking photos with my daughters, nearly all of the time, you will see one on each side of me. Much like a scale, to me, this particular pose, shows balance, equal. And that is the relationship that I want with my daughters. I do not favor one over the other.

Adopted roughly two years apart, that is the only advantage that one daughter has over the other, time. I pretty much nipped any kind of “competition” or sibling rivalry in the bud at the first sign when my older daughter asked following a karate demonstration, “who did it better?” referring to her sister’s execution versus hers.

Up until their high school years, I gave them constant reminders, anytime I heard any hint of one having an edge over the other in anything particular. That it was okay if something came easier for one than the other. That each would have their own methods to get from point A to point B, and both could be correct. But that did not mean that one way was better than the other.

In the theory of nature versus nurture, both daughters were raised to have the same values and virtues. That I expect of both of them. In that regard, they are both equal, and I could not be more proud.

But as they grew, they each developed their own interests and likes. They each got stronger in certain skills. Both have their own study habits. Both of my daughters have their own paths to get from point A to point B, and both, will get there.

As I mentioned, time is the only difference between the love I have shared equally with them. I have a year and a half more photos and memories. But that is all.

Now, as my daughters reach adulthood, there is a shift. I will have one daughter going off to college. And just like the song “Cats In The Cradle,” I expect difficulty in time to get to spend with her. And while my younger daughter graduates the following year, I will continue the frequency in visits with her, until she moves on as well. But time, is the only advantage one has over the other. That is not me favoring one over the other.

In their elementary and middle school years, it was a lot easier to maintain this balance. But in high school, as future goals and decisions needed to be made, I do my best to maintain that balance, making sure not to ignore one daughter over the other. Both of them have important things going on in their lives, again, just the timing of one year between them making the difference. They both need my attention. I love each of them the same.

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