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Post #300


I am never going to produce a major blockbuster movie like “300”. Nor will I ever have an opportunity to hit 300 homeruns. In fact the closest I have ever come to achieving 300 of anything would have been a perfect game in bowling back in my late 20’s. I threw strikes in the first nine frames, and then tapped a ten-pin, spared it, then completed the game with another strike in the 11th frame.

With my blog, I am finally achieving a 300, my 300th post on “Paul’s Heart.” My posts are at over 8000 views and the comments of support and appreciation are numerous. This is a big deal for me, but pales in comparison into the week ahead that I am going to have.

Next weekend, Father’s Day weekend, I will be memorializing my father who passed away three weeks ago. After discussing it with my siblings, we felt it was an appropriate tribute to our father. Just as many who have gone through such a personal loss, I am sure that you can understand the struggle to deal with “the first Father’s Day without my father.”

At the same time, it is Father’s Day weekend, something that I have always looked forward to since before I adopted my daughters. Besides the emotional toll of my father’s memorial to deal with, this will be the first Father’s Day for me with just my daughters. Due to the recent custody agreement I made with their mother, and my father’s passing, I have not been able to see them in a long time, the longest time apart.

I speak to my daughters every day, and on a couple of occasions I have been able to see my daughters courtesy of Facetime. I will get to spend the entire weekend with them, and I have a lot of activities planned with them. But next weekend will not be just about me. Every day I have thought about the hurt and confusion that my daughters must have. Which is why I will pull out all the stops to show them next weekend that the divorce does not change who their mother is, or who their father is. It is important to me to make sure that my children do not blame themselves for the divorce, that the divorce was an issue between just their mother and I.

The girls get to do a lot of fun things with their mother, and next weekend, I cannot wait to spend time with them.

My story is not unique, as there are probably thousands of other dads who have a similar story heading into next weekend. My parents divorced when I was young. So I have the perspective from both child and parent.

Next weekend is not about quantity, but rather the quality of the time that I get with my daughters.

Handicapped… Or Handicapable


Three months following my open heart surgery, caused by damage from radiation therapy for my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma decades ago, I took the family to the New Jersey shore for a weekend getaway as part of my recovery before returning back to work. We were going to take our children to the amusement pier for the evening. My daughters are fond of carousels. In fact, I have photos of my daughters on every carousel they have ever ridden. With both girls under the age of five, both their mother and I rode with them.

As we approached the entrance gate to the ride, there was the measuring stick for children who rode solo without their parents to make sure they were tall enough and next to that was a white placard. On the placard was a huge red circle with a heart shaped symbol and a big line drawn through it.

In my younger days, I operated rides in our local amusement park, so the “heart condition” sign should not have been a shock to me. I know the adrenaline rush that occurs with a ride, so I was not anticipating riding on any kind of thrill ride. I was prepared for that. But this was a carousel, the tamest of rides.

Now I know the likelihood of any cardiac event taking place on a carousel, but seeing the cardiac warning sign hit me like a slap to the face. My heart sank. Was it possible that I was never going to get to do one of the things that I truly enjoyed in life, riding amusement rides with my daughters?

Six years later, unless you happen to catch me with my shirt off, which does not happen often in public, to look at me, you will never notice anything wrong with me just by looking at me. I do a very good job at hiding the late side effects that I deal with, so good, that even my doctors get fooled that I have actually been diagnosed with cardiac disease, pulmonary disease, muscular-skeletal issues, immunity issues. But they will all confirm, those diagnosis do exist. So seeing over a dozen specialist at one of the top hospitals in the country, Memorial Sloan Kettering, I have a label that is buried deep inside my conscience. I am disabled, handicapped, like it or not.

My doctors agree that I do not appear the typical Hodgkin’s survivor. From the day of my cancer diagnosis to today, I have never thought of myself anything less than a fully functional human being. True, I may not have the strength, ability, agility, flexibility, that I once had, that the average healthy person may have, but I am still fully functional. I do not consider myself handicapped, I will not even use the word. But I am learning to accept the word “handicapable.” With restrictions, dictated by my doctors, I am a fully functional human being.

I do have a handicap parking placard for my car, but it rarely is used except in situation of extreme heat and humidity (difficult for breathing) or if I happen to be carrying something heavy. Other than that, you will never see me use it. As an employee, I put in an eight hour day taking the same breaks as others who have nothing wrong with them. The truth is, I do not know if anyone else is dealing with any health issue, just as with my appearance, most have no idea about me.

I remain a good employee, committed to my efforts in any task that I take on. Unfortunately, to the dismay of my doctors and loved ones, I am too hard on myself to allow anyone to help me with physical challenges. As a cancer survivor, especially one dealing with late effects like me, we carry enough on our consciences without having the burden placed on us, that we feel we have to rely on others for assistance. At least that is how I feel.

Unfortunately, my body does not show that mercy to me. If I do happen to push too hard, it has a very rude way of letting me know that I have done too much, like when I had to have my open heart surgery, or two battles with septic and double pneumonia. I have learned more to listen to my body. Sure, sometimes my coworkers do not like that, some may even feel that I do not do my share. But I would challenge anyone to wear my size 9 1/2 shoes for just one day.

I do not look for pity. I have given up looking for understanding. But I do know the difference. I am not handicapped. I am handicapable.

If It Looks Too Good To Be True…


My family has been decimated by cancer. I battled Hodgkin’s Lymphoma 25 years ago. My maternal grandmother died from ovarian cancer following a battle with breast cancer. My paternal grandfather died of complications from lung cancer. And just last week, I lost my father after a bizarre and aggressive battle against lung cancer. I have said goodbye to well over a hundred friends who have had cancer and died.

As if having cancer is not bad enough, sometimes the cure is worse than the cancer itself. I have a list more than a dozen diagnosis of things that have developed in me over the last two decades. And again, dozens of close personal friends who have also developed severe maladies from treatments that were meant to cure patients often leaving them in conditions that are often worse than the cancer itself.

Of course there are the side effects of the treatments.

We are of course a society of hope, that some day cancer can be cured. I know personally that I hope some day better treatments are found that are not as toxic and easier to tolerate.

Which is what makes my post today difficult to write. It happens about once a year, but a blog publishes a post about a major hospital coming clean about the truth about cancer and its treatments. And it “validates” its legitimacy by intentionally misspelling its name, keeping it close enough to fool readers into believing a major conspiracy against cancer patients and survivors. These misspells are common among people on social media sites as to keep from being discovered by people not desired. But in the case of offering medical advice and opinion, this is morally wrong on so many levels.

First, I want to say, I do believe in “alternative” and “complimentary” methods along with the scientifically proven treatments. I stress scientifically proven, because in the grand scheme of things, these are the things that work, or have the best chance of working. Is enough time being spent researching “alternative” or “complimentary” options? Probably not. But this does not mean that those options are bad for people, or even offer hope for those who do not have any hope. I recall the moment my father was told that his cancer had “changed”, and was not considered terminal. There was desperation by many to look for other options for my father, even in the scientific arena in the form of clinical trials. And for those where there may not be any options, perhaps alternative and complimentary options have their place. Especially if they carry the same cure rate and less side effects, short and long term. And I do believe in a strong placebo effect that occurs when a patient simply wills themselves to get better. I would not be here today had it not been for my attitude. But I needed medicine to beat my cancer.

Getting back to this particular blog post, they claim the source is Johns Hopkins, not Johns Hopkins Hospital (prior posts had used John Hopkins Hospital). In any case, the article clearly does not come from a top cancer hospital in the country. But right from the beginning, it can capture anyone’s attention with its opinionated headline “Big Hospital Finally Telling Truth About Cancer” and then without saying which hospital, it throws in a name, Johns Hopkins, which coincidently is the same name of a major cancer hospital. I do want to offer this disclaimer though, I am not a doctor, and I am not necessarily disagreeing with the post. But I do disagree with the motive behind it, which is to push an agenda that while offering hope, is not scientifically proven. The information discussed is not new knowledge to anyone other than newly diagnosed cancer patients.

Items 1 and 2 discuss the fact that we all have cancer cells in us and just how difficult they are to detect. Which is true. In fact, even the most current go-to test to diagnose cancer, is called the PET scan. Yet, this PET scan was unable to detect any additional cancer cells once my father’s surgery was complete, once his chemotherapy was complete, nor when his radiation was complete. These items provide no new discussion, other than cancer’s complexity.

Item three is where things get interesting. Discussion turns to the immune system. One thing that I was told a long time ago, decades, was yes, we all have cancer cells in our bodies. But at some point, there is a “trigger”. Which I do not doubt. In my case, though not scientifically proven, I recall when I was diagnosed, I was under a tremendous amount of stress. One thing if you have to notice about people who are under lots of stress or depressed, they are commonly sick, often more sick than those not under those circumstances. With stress and depression, it is a known fact, your immune system suffers making you susceptible to any number of illnesses, including cancer. Again, nothing new noted here.

Items 4 and 5 refer to nutrition and diet, especially deficiencies. There is not doubt what caused my father’s lung cancer – fifty plus years of smoking. But with my cancer, I do not recall having any diet deficiencies. I will go one better. What dietary deficiencies occur in toddlers that are two and three years old when they are diagnosed with leukiemias or other cancers? I do not doubt that certain foods may help to fight off cancer, and perhaps even cause cancer, just like smoking causes lung cancer. But I just cannot accept that a diagnosis of cancer in a two year old is to be assumed due to dietary cause alone.

Items 6 and 7 discuss how the various treatments work. Basically by destroying the cancer cells (the bad cells). The hard part for a person to hear though, is that because of the toxicity of the treatments, that also means that “good” cells will also be destroyed. Which is why most of our treatments involve some sort of supplemental treatment to boost blood cell counts, or to increase our immunity. Unfortunately, if you want to have a fighting chance against cancer, this is currently our only proven scientific method.

I will not spend much time discussing what the treatments do to the organs, as this is what “Paul’s Heart” is about, and I write plenty of articles about side effects, most recently I wrote a post about “Adriamyacin” and the brutal and potentially fatal effect it can have on the heart. I survived that’s drug, not without some effect, but recently I lost someone very close to me who was not able to overcome that side effect.

Item 8 unfortunately seems to encourage you that once you hear your tumor has shrunk, that is all it will do, not go into remission. This is not true. Look, if you take an antibiotic for an infection, what does the doctor tell you to do? Take the whole course. Researchers were the ones to determine how long to take a medicine for it to be effective to get whatever infection into remission. And when you do not take the medicine for the prescribed time, more than likely it will not go away, or stay away. Chemo and radiation therapies are not different.

Item 9 talks about the effects on the immune system, and is mostly true. But again, if you want a chance at surviving cancer, it is a risk you must take, and then learn to take care of yourself afterwards.

Item 10 is kind of interesting, because while I have never researched the concept of pissing off cancer cells with treatments that they mutate and become resistant, I am open to that discussion.

I had warned my father about undergoing radiation therapy following the completion of his chemotherapy for Stage 4 lung cancer. Though I was against it for the side effect possibilities to his heart and lungs. But strangely, half-way through his radiation treatments, he developed a cough which gradually got worse. By the completion of his radiation, it had been discovered that the cancer had returned (or perhaps redeveloped) and changed from non-small squeamous lung cancer to a sarcoma. He passed away two weeks ago.

Numbers 11 through 16 make clear the website’s agenda, eating healthy and living right. This is a no-brainer whether we have cancer or not. I am finally learning to eat right, but that is not what caused my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma 26 years ago.

We all want a better way to deal with cancer, one that saves everyone’s lives. We all want a way to prevent cancer. And I am extremely disappointed that since the time I made my first donation to a cancer fundraiser, more than forty years ago, we have not cured all cancers 100%. More research is needed. But I have to disagree with the method of dealing with cancer, that this hoax clearly tries to represent.

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