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Debunking Three Myths


Up until a couple of years ago, there was a popular game that teens played among each other, as my daughters often challenged me to the game. It was an interesting concept, though I disagree with the one premise, the game did provide something valuable, an opportunity to learn about an each other. It was called “two truths and a lie.” This game is considered an “ice breaker” or conversation starter, and found not only in schools, but also in media such as Parade Magazine, even the Ellen DeGeneres show. You simply state three things, but two of those must be the truth, and the third must be a lie.

As a parent, I thought I had a pretty good edge with my daughters in this game, clearly knowing more about them than they themselves. It turns out that they were pretty good at finding things to tell me that I might be unaware of, one of the favorite topics, food choices. My youngest daughter was real good at getting me on that one.

So with that explanation, these are two of my truths, and one of the myths (I prefer to use myth as opposed to a lie because this is not something I say or believe, but rather what others believe.

  1. I love to attract drama.
  2. I am a shy person.
  3. I am a private person.

Now if you have followed “Paul’s Heart” long enough, it might actually be difficult to tell. But the fact is, two of these things are actually true about me, while the third, is more of a manifestation or a means for someone to justify how they feel about me as a person.

This first one really baffles me.

I have been told by a few people, that I “love to attract drama.” While I have had my share of intense events in my life, I certainly have never gone looking for them. When I ask for examples of the drama they refer to, I hear crickets chirp. I guess they must be comparing their lives to mine as far as things going on. They must be fortunate not to have anything nipping at their heels constantly. And for that, they feel I must go looking for trouble. I don’t.

I will admit however, that I have an unusually calm demeanor in dealing with crisis after crisis. But do I go looking for drama? Absolutely not. This is just one misconception that some people have expressed to me. I can say for certain, that when I face a crisis, I have a defense mechanism that kicks in, removing all emotions, allowing me to think rationally, recognizing that any kind of escalation in my emotions would likely make the situation worse. And so, I do not make it worse. I simply give myself time to think things out clearly and with direction. Ironically, I am a horrible chess player, but in life, I am able to think several steps ahead. But I definitely do not need to add anything more to my schedule demanding more attention of me.

I really do consider myself a shy person. Merriam-Webster defines “shy” as “timid, tendency to avoid, hesitant, or reserved.” Though I express myself through writing, speaking, and other performances, it is the individual one-on-one conversations that I can struggle with.

Through my school days, I kept to myself, often intimidated by the friendships that others had amongst themselves. Constantly moving during my school days did not help me to establish new friendships, only to move again as soon as I would finally get comfortable. As a co-worker, after some time and effort, I found myself being able to interact with moderate comfort. But really? Anywhere that I had a boundary, physical or mental, between me and someone else, is when I felt my most confident and functional. That became obvious as a radio disc jockey in my younger days, in a closed soundproofed room, broadcasting on the radio, no one looking directly at me. Recently, I had a former classmate call me out on social media following a post response which I considered quite neutral and factual, them stating aggressively and actually quite meanly, that I was still the same as I was in high school, still a “&(%*%” (fill in with any derogatory remark). Before I blocked any further access to me from them, I did make sure that those on that particular page were aware, that while I recognized the name, I never knew this person. I literally basically “hung” with maybe a handful of close friends in school. This person and I had never crossed paths because I was so shy.

But my biggest challenge came when I decided to run for a public office, our local school board. I did not prepare myself mentally, that campaigning was more than just saying “I’m running for school board.” I knew that I would have to give speeches, which I was okay with, because there would be separation between me and the audience. My problem came, when my campaign wanted me to attend “meet and greets” (candidates get the chance to mingle among the voters individually), and I was petrified. As a slate of five candidates, running for the five open slots against the five incumbents, I felt invincible. I had others behind me able to bail me out of any situation that I was getting boxed into. Not being a “politician”, I was not prepared for stumbling blocks that could be thrown at me. While I am a big “eye contact” person when I talk to someone, I found this to be a big problem when the eye contact was not returned.

After all of the speeches I have given, articles and stories that I have written, and other performances, I know that I can handle myself in public situations, but I still consider myself a shy person. This is a major challenge for someone trying to promote a book.

I am actually a very private person. I can hear the “I call bullshit” on this one from many. But I really am a private person, or at least, I want to be. And up until my diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I definitely can affirm that I was a private person. There is one thing that prevents me from that privacy that I make the choice to live by. 

When I finished my treatments, I promised myself that I wanted to give back for the gift of life that I had been given. But as many cancer survivors know, because of treatments, I do not have the option of some of the more popular things I could do, such as give blood or donate organs. I wanted to help. I wanted to inspire. I want to give hope. To do this, that means I have to “share” my experiences, and if you have followed “Paul’s Heart” long enough, I am really quite transparent, some times to my own detriment. This advocacy that flows through my blood, would branch out to other issues such as patient care, cancer survivorship, adoption, public education, and of course, divorce related issues in regard to children. If I were not in the position I am in today, I would definitely prefer to going back to being a private person.

I am going to throw in a bonus truth. In spite of all of the difficult things that I have faced in my life, and continue to deal with, I really am a positive person. Sure, my cancer history, my divorces, and several other things that I have faced, are quite the downers. But I persevere. I come through every time, because I believe I will. All too often, many have counted me out, actually, they depended on me tapping out and quitting. But I don’t. Yes, I have many health issues that consume my attention. Of course, I missed being with my daughters during the divorce period as much as I was prior to the divorce. There are many things that I deal with as an advocate, and yes, they are difficult. But that does not make me a negative person because I make a choice, to deal with everything head on and to support others. I truly believe that things work out the way that they are intended to work out. And as long as I wake up tomorrow to do it all again, that sounds pretty positive to me.

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.”

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