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Thanks For Ruining A Good Movie


“Groundhog Day.”  A funny movie about a little town in Punxatawny, Pennsylvania and a furry little rodent who is either going to piss off an entire country or make them happy, after he himself is yanked from his comfortable home, his reaction to his shadow is to predict the end of Winter.  In the movie, the main character, filming the story of the groundhog and town, relieves the same day, over and over, and over, that same day being Groundhog Day.  The ironic thing is that the movie was not filmed in Punxatawny, though there is a lot of memorabilia and stories all over this sleepy little area.

Today, Groundhog Day has a different meaning.  Because of Coronoa Virus, for the majority of Americans who do not believe this to be a hoax, and have a genuine interest in wanting to do their part to end this pandemic, are living in their own Groundhog Day.

We wake up.  Maybe watch a little television in the morning.  Perhaps go for a walk.  Squeeze in some reading we have been meaning to do.  Some have actually discovered that they have a family, or what it is like to have to spend time with them.  Cooking skills are being tested and perfected.  Old dogs are learning new tricks with technology, socializing through either Facebook, HouseParty, or Zoom.

For at least thirty days, some longer, this has been the routine, day after day.  And according to the experts who know better, the scientists, this is going to be going on much longer.  We are living our own Groundhog Day.  As one of my friends put it, “don’t look at it as being trapped at home,” but rather “safe at home.”

For most of us, this “reset”, has returned households back to a time, when schedules did not matter, time with loved ones and sharing traditions mattered.  Being restricted to our homes, unable to make sports practices or chorus rehearsals, meetings, part time or full time work, we have gone from hardly getting to spend any time with our families, to being able to watch and relish these special moments we would never have had.

Like others, my days are pretty much the same.  I make my breakfast, followed by a walk.  I will look through the que of stories I have started to write here and decide if I want to finish even one, or start another.  I am making progress on the book I have always wanted to write.  Since I am not getting as much exercise I would like, and this virus being one that attacks the lungs, and me having predispositions because of damage from my cancer treatments, if you walk by, you are likely to hear me singing, which helps me to stretch out my lung capacity.  As I rely on music to help me relax, I have once again dusted off my guitar.  And thanks to so many networks offering free movies and streaming services, there is no reason for me to leave the television.  I also have plenty of time to work on my cooking skills, something I enjoy.

As the reality set in about the possible duration of this pandemic, so did the concern for our fur friends, mainly, could the virus be transmitted from them.

The answer is NO!

In fact, if you have ever been a pet owner, it is during times like we are experiencing, that fur friends can get us through “social distancing” or “stay at home.”  Even better, humane societies and animal shelters all over were encouraging everyone to “foster” out a fur friend.  Sure this could likely result in a permanent situation, like that would be so bad.  But at least temporarily, it would help out organizations that are already strapped financially and physically to capacity to care for.

And if my daughters are reading this, no, I have not gotten another dog or cat.  That is not to say that I have not thought about it.  But I still mourn the loss of my last fur friend, Pollo.

But I have a problem along with my grief.  I have been watching “dog movies” again.  The offer of free movies on premium channels and streaming others, I have been watching favorites like “A Dog’s Purpose,” “A Dog’s Journey,” “Marley And Me,” and so many others.

I do it to myself.

At least I know that my love for a fur friend still is there, and that some day, I might just open my door and heart to another.  And while I like the premise of the “dog’s purpose,” it would be cool if somehow I might see my fur friend Pollo again.  I have been asked, if I would recognize him if he came back, as a different breed, or even a different gender, I know that I would.

I do know that he would be the best to be “at home with”, as he and I shared a lot of time with each other while I was recovering from all of the health crisis I have faced during my survivorship.

But for now, I look at pictures.  A lot of pictures.  My daughters.  Friends.  Places.

Honestly, I have lost track of the day of the week, the number of the date.  Just like when I was going through my treatments, I did not focus on the calendar.  If I did, and I was told that it would have to be longer, that news would be devastating.  So I just did, every day, one day at a time, and that end would come.

I never counted how many times the sun came up, and the sun went down.  But an end came to the most difficult time of my life.  And it happened by just going one day at a time, not worried about how many ahead, or how many had gone by.

And that was the genius of the movie “Groundhog Day.”  All except for the main character, had not realized they were living the same day, over and over again and had no problem repeating everything done just the day before.  It was only the main character who was aware of what was going on, that had the difficulty of dealing with the situation.

That is how we get through Covid19.

How I Will Celebrate Easter This Year


It took a long time for me to open my heart to the holidays following my battle with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  My diagnosis and conclusion all occurred around major holidays.  I kept my heart open to the religious aspects of the holidays, but as far as the commercial end, I really wanted nothing to do with the “happy” part of holidays.

It took the adoption of my daughters, the return to the innocence of the holidays for me to once again look forward to the Easter bunny and Santa Claus.  They would be raised with the religious aspects as well, but I can honestly tell you, there is nothing like the excitement and anticipation of watching your own children, rush downstairs in anticipation for what waited for them.

It was important that I carried on the traditions that I enjoyed as a child.  With my daughters being Asian, tradition is something that is one of the most important things to the Asian culture, and I wanted them to know not only Asian traditions, but American as well.

With three families to visit on Easter, Easter was the only holiday that my father had top priority with my daughters.  My dad really enjoyed this holiday with his granddaughters.  An annual tradition, was having an Easter egg hunt in his back yard, followed by a high salt ham dinner, prepared by him.  This continued until his passing in 2014.

My daughters also know this time period being difficult for me, as in 2008, just a few weeks after Easter, I learned the major way my life would change, due to late developing side effects caused from my cancer treatments.  The first such side effect, I was dying from a “widow maker” heart condition, blockage of my heart, resulting in  emergency open heart surgery.

Several years later, I filed for divorce.  As is common with divorce, there has to be an agreement with custody.  I do not refer to them as visitation, as I do not consider myself a visitor.  I am the father of my daughters, and they are with me at certain times of the year as agreed.

Already mentioning holidays not having the same value as they would for their mother, I agreed to have my daughters spend the Easter holiday with their mother, while I would still have them during the Easter break period.

And that is how it has been for the years that followed, until now.

The hardest decision that I had to make, actually several times now, has been to cancel time with my daughters.  The crisis with Corona Virus which has affected the world, has affected so many lives beyond just the health and safety levels.

While my daughters were not even born when I dealt with my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, they were there when I had my open heart surgery, and several other times, when I faced a medical emergency, including watching me be carried out of my home at 4am in the morning by ambulance, dying from septic pneumonia.  I control what my daughters hear from me in regard to the virus itself, and the possible impact with me.  But they definitely understand the risk and danger with the various exposures  of travelling to see each other.  While science points that the virus is not as much as a risk to youth, they do not want to see anything happen to me.

For the first time, I am unable to actually spend time with my daughters during this holiday period.  And it does weigh heavy on my heart.

One thing that I have always done with them is spend at least some time, in church.  Two years ago, I took them to the church where I used to run a youth group.  On Good Friday every year, the church would hold a very somber service, entirely by its youth.  It was a very powerful and symbolic service that would culminate in the service ending in darkness, and departing in silence, to wait for Easter.  My daughters enjoyed that particular service.  They understand the role of religion in my life, and what role I want it to play in their lives.

This virus has different plans though.  And for the first time, there is no church for me, at least in person.  It is not a hard decision, in spite of government officials not having the guts themselves to make the decision, not to physically attend church.  With technology available, churches have a variety of resources to broadcast services, through radio, television, or streaming.  In spite of this, there are still some churches that feel that it is their responsibility to hold services, even if God allows congregational members to contract and possibly die from the virus.  It would be God’s plan.

That is not the God that I grew up with.

I have made the sacrifices that I have had to make in regard to spending time with my daughters, so that not only would I not contract the virus, but put others at risk.  It really is not that much to ask, for a brief time period, to ask churches to do the right thing, and keep their doors closed, physically, not spiritually and technologically while our country does its best to eliminate this crisis.  I want to spend time with my daughters as much as church goers want to attend church Easter Sunday.  But lives depend on the decisions that we make.

For me, that decision is easy.  Stay home.

Happy Easter.   There is always next year.

Life Goes On… It Has To


It should not have been a big deal really.  We were not asked to do much.  We were just asked to do our part to slow the spread of a virus that is going to kill a lot of people.  Either some people just refused to believe it, some did not want to be inconvenienced by it, some did not think it applied to them, and some thought it could not happen to them.

I just happen to live in one of the states where people do not want to be inconvenienced by it, people do not think common sense applies to them, and definitely deny anything will happen to them, and if it does happen to them, “so what!”

That fifteen day period is over, and we as a country are even worse off, and now, because of the invincible and arrogance, we are being asked to give another thirty days in effort to prevent the worse case scenario from actually happening, deaths of hundreds of thousands in the United States alone.

I do not know, maybe I just cannot understand the thinking.  Fifteen days was just a little over two weeks.  How hard was it?  I did social distancing for over a year and a half through my cancer battle.  That was thirty years ago.  I am still here.  And I plan on being here for many more.  So for thirty more days, I can do it, and as I have stated before, I medically do not have a choice because of my late side effects from those treatments.

One major thing impacted by this virus was of course the economy, especially the restaurant and entertainment industry.  Social distancing has turned bustling restaurants in the peak of tourism seasons, into drive-through business only.  These businesses are doing all they can to hang on to get to the end of this.  If only those who were indifferent to this crisis would have taken the fifteen day request more seriously, who knows, we must have been on our way to resuming day to day activities.

But there are things that definitely need to continue, along with the economy, and two of these things can have a profound impact.  Of course, both are issues that I strongly advocate for on “Paul’s Heart.”

If you are a long term cancer survivor, relying on routine tests to monitor progression of late developing side effects, or even cancer patients in current and active treatments, depending where you live in regard to the activity of the virus, your life may have been put on hold, so as not to risk your exposure to the virus.  Think about it, a human life, facing two doors, each with a tiger behind them, has to choose and open of those doors.  That is the situation being faced regardless of the seriousness or type of medical issue many face.

Patients now have to delay their follow up appointments or their treatments to reduce the risk of being exposed.  For some, like me, having to make a decision, does a developing symptom require any kind of delay?  Over the years, I have had several “false alarms” or “undiagnosed” events.  I have a very difficult task to figure out if it is severe enough to act.  Being as involved in the medical community as I am, I also recognize the need for the medical staff to direct their attention to this crisis if at all possible.

To deal with this, I do have a plan.  To first reach my personal physician by phone.  She knows me well enough, nearly 30 years, that she can ask me every question to determine the situation.  If she feels I need medical attention, the next phone call will be to the hospital and what to do from that point.

Another issue that needs to get recognized, child custody.  Of course it will vary state by state, but most states family courts have already declared that custody orders are not affected by this virus.  After all, both parents are capable of taking care of their child(ren).  As an example, Allegheny County Court in Pennsylvania is one such court that has made this declaration.  It really is a no-brainer.  There are plenty of nightmare stories, where a custodial parent will attempt to deny a custody visit from taking place because a child is sick.  ***I FORGOT – NEED TO MENTION I AM NOT REFERRING TO MY OWN SITUATION – FOR THE SAKE OF TROLLS***  Judges routinely faced with this situation will always rule in favor of the custody order because unless there is a history of neglect, there is no reason to deny a visitation, except in a rare and extreme situation (such as requiring hospitalization).

Now with a situation like we are currently in, common sense needs to prevail.  And this is a situation similar to mine.  If there is a geographical distance that has an impact, then there do need to be considerations.  But it is communication between both parents that will result in agreeing to put the custody order aside for the time being.  This is called co-parenting.

For instance, if travel is involved, especially commercial, does this increase a risk for the child(ren) either contracting it, or carrying it?  No responsible parent would ever be that selfish to put their family at this kind of risk.  While I want to believe that age has some sort of immunity, it is not something I am willing to risk my children getting.  And with my increased morbidity issues making me high risk, I cannot risk them carrying the virus to me.  It was the hardest decision in the world for me to delay any visitations until the danger is at least reduced in a major way.  The worst thing in the world, because of my health issues, is to have either of my daughters come down with this virus, and be unable to visit them.

Finally, and I know this from personal experience, the one thing that definitely does not carry on, just hanging in limbo, those families involved with international adoptions.  Both of my daughters were adopted during periods of virus outbreaks, one of those, SARS, caused a delay in the process, after we had already been informed our daughter had been matched to us.  All we could do was wait for travel restrictions to be lifted, the fear, not knowing if it would be weeks, months, or even years.  The other outbreak, involving bird flu, actually expedited the process in fear of a travel restriction.

These are definitely stressful times.  If you are reading this, not only are you likely the generation whose first major historical events were the Challenger disaster, or the terrorist attacks of 9/11.  But this pandemic, is something that no generation will forget.  Remember the days when we would hear our parents talk of the struggle walking to school 50 miles in the snow, barefoot, uphill and downhill, and backward, and we rolled our eyes?  I used to laugh at that until I got to do the same thing as my school district did not use school buses, so never had snow days.

But our children will have this story, having missed nearly half of a school year, instead being forced to do their learning at home.  And perhaps they will be the first to remind us of the good old days, when we used to have to bug them to get off their computers or phones.

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