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My Cancer Survivor Story


I would like to take an opportunity to explain, who it is exactly, that I feel will enjoy, appreciate, and be glad that they read my book, “Paul’s Heart – Life As A Dad And A   35-Year Cancer Survivor.” As I have had several discussions with those who have already read my book, I realized that this book is reaching so many in different expectations, and in one particular situation, something I had not even thought about.

First, let me get the obligatory plug out of the way. The book can be purchased on Amazon in either paperback ($15) or via E-book ($9.99).

The General Reader

This is a reader who is looking for something inspirational to read. I am not famous, not a professional athlete or actor or famous musician. I am just one of over 330 million people with a story to tell. I had cancer. I was treated for cancer. I survived cancer. I tell the story of this journey in a way that is not “sciency”, and you do not have had to have had cancer to understand the story. It was not an easy journey for me. But it is one that I hope provides inspiration and hope for anyone who reads the book.

Family Of Someone With Cancer

After reading my book, you will understand why this is a group that should read the book, at least in my situation. I was reclusive during my battle, even from my own parents. Other than the announcement of the diagnosis, that was all anyone in my family had been told until I was declared in remission. Whether or not it was fair to them, right or wrong on my part, depends on the person facing the cancer. To say my mother was shocked by what she read I had been through, is an understatement.

The Caregiver

No one usually comes into a cancer fight as a patient with any experience or training. The same goes for the patient’s caregiver. The benefit of my book to caregivers, again besides the inspirational journey, is understanding. One of the most difficult things for a caregiver to understand and prepare for, are the emotions and the multitudes of thoughts that can go through the mind of their loved one as they battle cancer. I do not hold back with my frustrations, my fears, and my joys, giving a caregiver who reads my book, some understanding of what can be expected.

The Cancer Patient

If there is one thing that has not changed in over 35 years, it is the whirlwind of uncertainty and fear, that someone just diagnosed with cancer experiences. There is the mental battle of the stigma and stereotypes of cancer patients and chemotherapy that stir up the most fear. In “Paul’s Heart – Life As A Dad And A 35-Year Cancer Survivor,” I give a glimpse of what it was like four decades ago to undergo diagnostic methods and treatments far worse than they can imagine, and express the hope with the progress and newer methods available today, producing better and safer results than when I was treated. As I have discussions with current patients, and I hear them express their fears and doubts, I remind them what I went through, including the fears and doubts. And then I encourage them, just as I got through it, so can they.

Survivors Of Cancer

Though clearly, this is the crux of what my book is about, surviving cancer. I soon found out, especially as survivors purchased my book, there were two different sub-groups of survivors, and even a sub-group of that one sub-group. Of course, I want those who are in treatment or having just finished treatments, to read my book, and see the life that is ahead of them, decade after decade of life.

But there are also “long term survivors”, also like me, decades out from treatments. Here is where I discovered something I had not thought about, of course unintentional, but also, because I lacked the personal experience. When I mention the diagnostic methods I went through for diagnosis and staging, these survivors could relate personally as they had gone through many of these things as well. And many of their paths followed similar trajectories to mine. So, for many of my fellow survivors, my book was about recognizing, they are not alone, especially emotionally with the things we have struggled with.

But Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, is referred to as a “pediatric” cancer. Even though I was 22-years old when I was diagnosed, I get described as having had a pediatric cancer. I believe there is a threshold somewhere into the thirties, that a person can be described that way when diagnosed. And of course, there are plenty in their 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

There is this other group of survivors that I alluded to, and many of those survivors have more years in survivorship than I do, 40 and 50 years, one even 60 years. And for many of those, they are younger in age than me, and that of course means that they were diagnosed at a much younger age. These were true children by any definition of age as young as five years old to teenage. In fact, I wrote about one patient, Jennifer (see “Jennifer’s Story” on this blog https://pedelmanjr.com/jennifers-story/ ).

One thing I did not realize as I wrote this book, is that as some of those fellow survivors read this book, their memories and recollections of what they went through, actually triggered and revisited their trauma. Again, I was 22-years old, an adult, knowing full well what was happening to me. I saw two counselors who gave me the emotional support I needed to endure.

But as it turned out, these “younger” survivors had no emotional support. There were likely no explanations to them of what was happening and why? Why would their parents let these doctors do such horrible stuff to them? Why wouldn’t anyone help them? There likely were no counselors offered for them to talk to. And then, if you have followed my blog, later on in life, to develop late side effects from the treatments that put the cancer in remission, destroying the quality of life they thought they once had. Sadly, some of these survivors developed so much resentment towards their parents for having done this to them.

The point is, “Paul’s Heart” is very cathartic for me to write, whether in blog form or book. My diagnosis, treatment for, and survival of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma has been much more traumatic for me than I had let myself believe. I am actually stunned reading what I wrote, knowing it and having experienced it. But I have carried these feelings the rest of my life, never to be faced again, until now.

Of course I would never intentionally cause harm to my “younger” long term survivors. But if they are able to read my book, I would hope that the book would inspire them to learn to release the trauma that they have likely held on to their whole life as well.

Sugar And Spice, And Milestones And Turning Points, That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of


This weekend is one of the biggest weekends in my life, but nothing compared to what it means to my daughters. I speak often of my milestones as a cancer survivor, reaching time periods and goals that at one point, could only have been hoped for, eventually reached.

Of course my daughters have had their share of milestones already in their youth, first steps, first words, first days of school, proms, and graduation days. Just as important as milestones, are turning points, that moment, when a decision is made or an action that is taken, makes an impact on the future, hopefully leading to the fulfillment of a dream or goal. I know that I can reflect upon my turning points in my life.

This weekend, both of my daughters have reached a turning point in their lives. Both have done well through their youth, in spite of the challenges that they have faced, especially with having to deal with my health issues. I have always been of the mindset, that I wanted my daughters to have it better than I did, to start their lives in better shape than I had the chance. And though the roadmap of that plan is not the way I had intended, I have done all that I can.

Both daughters are beginning their next semesters at college with different paths, though each path will have a major impact on the next step of who they become, and how, their turning point. When they look back in their lives, it will be this weekend that they can say, “this is when it happened.” One daughter has a labor-intense influence through career guidance this semester, where she will get a first hand taste of what her future career will be like before she even graduates college. The other daughter is embarking on a journey across the globe, for a worldly influence on her future career. She will return at the end of her semester with a viewpoint like no other. 

Both daughters have immense turning points being established this weekend. What is even better, these turning points are all them, one hundred percent. This is what they wanted, and wanted to do. All I could do is fall back on what I have always said, “I wanted better for them,” and I would always support them in whatever they do, and do what I could to help them get there.

This may be their turning points, but they are also milestones for me that I had not realized. Perhaps I was reluctant to realize these milestones, as it meant that my daughters have grown up. And while I know my daughters will always know I am there, it is no longer to make decisions for them, but to remind them who they are, and the decisions that they make, are who they are.

Yes, my eyes are a bit moist this morning. But it is because I am so proud of my daughters.

A Devastating “Speed Bump”


In my newly released book (on Amazon for $15.00 paperback, $9.99 E-book), I mention a time period nearing the end of my chemotherapy, where my second to last treatment ended up being delayed a couple of weeks because my blood counts were too low. I had recently caught a cold, and this was enough to destroy me mentally. I had been watching the end date on my calendar for February from six months prior. This was going to drag on for another month longer than I had planned. Yes, I had plans for when I finished, and this cold screwed everything up. I compared this to a “speed bump” which of course, is something that slows you down.

I am a “goal oriented” type person. But one thing I actually try to do, is encourage patients to try not to focus on the end date of treatments, for the very reason I just mentioned. Again, I get it, that a patient wants to see the end, to drive their way through their battle with cancer. I also know however, the devastating emotional impact it has when your oncologist tells you that your treatment needs to be delayed because you got sick.

It was not my fault that I caught the cold. Someone had given it to me. And since I was only around others at work, and my co-workers often came to work sick, that is likely what happened. I am sure it was not intentional. But way back in the day, decades before Covid or SARS, there was no such thing as “mitigation” to prevent spread of illnesses other than staying home.

But Covid changed this thinking in a big way. For the last four years, oncologists and peer support groups all over, encouraged cancer patients to take extra caution, not to contract the other “big C”. And unlike in 1989, we were told what to do to help prevent the spread from masks (they do work when used and maintained properly), hand sanitation, avoiding indoor crowds, and of course the biggest, avoiding contact with someone contagious.

A cancer patient should want to do all possible to avoid getting sick, especially how prevalent Covid is still today, if not for the fear of increased susceptibility for complications, but at the least, DELAYING TREATMENTS! And honestly, at this point, especially during Covid, knowing how we can protect ourselves, it really has become about our own responsibility to do what we need to do, in order not to interfere with an important process like cancer treatments.

So it was disheartening to see a post come across my feed the other day, “I got Covid, I can’t get my treatment.” I am always one to give the benefit of the doubt, that someone testing positive for Covid-19 was not the fault of the person infected, that their positive test was through no fault of their own, someone had spread the infection to them. Having had this delay myself when I was treated for my Hodgkin’s, my heart was truly heavy for this person, because I knew what they were feeling at that moment, their chemotherapy plan being dragged out an additional month, possibly two.

When it comes to replying to posts that involve Covid-19, I generally prefer to respond back individually due to the divisive nature of the situation. I wanted my genuine reply to be seen for what it was, empathy, encouragement to realize the end was still within reach. I did not want any digital warrior out there stirring the pot. My intent was clear, while not great being diagnosed with Covid-19, the situation was not something long term. It was just going to be an additional month, maybe two at the longest. No, not what was originally planned, but the prognosis was still going to be, remission.

I do my best not to be judgmental, that people genuinely want to do the right thing, the things that must be done to get the results they want and need. And it is human nature for some to let their guard down, or slip up. But when I went to their main profile to send them a supportive reply, my heart sank, frustration set in. As I said, I know what it is like to put the end date for chemotherapy on a calendar, and have to scribble that date out, and move it further out because of a complication. It really is devastating. This was not a situation where the person let their guard down or slipped up. Their social media page was filled with all kinds of social activity and interactions.

Back in the day, four years ago to be exact, before Covid-19, it would have been considered inspiring to be doing all kinds of activities, especially socially while undergoing treatments for cancer. But these are different times. Besides a patient being positive for Covid-19 and delaying treatments, the doctor’s office/hospital does not want it spread among their other patients. So, I am not really sure why this person seemed shocked that they came down with Covid-19. Clearly there were plenty of opportunities to contract it. The pictures on the website showed this. So now, their treatment is delayed up to a month at least. It is more than just dealing with a positive test, but also blood counts and immunity while being giving treatments.

In my book, I wrote that I wanted to go skiing towards the end of my treatments. My oncologist said that I could, but warned that if I got sick from being all sweaty in the cold, or caught something from anyone in the ski lodge, I would risk a delay in my treatment. Of course, I chose not to ski because completion of my treatments was more important to me. I could not help that a co-worker who was sick came into work, and of naturally, passed it on to me.

While I am definitely sad to hear that this person’s treatments had to be delayed, I am hoping that others who saw the post, and might be reading this post as well, realize and come to terms with what is more important during one of the most challenging times of a person’s life, dealing with cancer. No one is saying at all to live in a plastic bubble until done, but at least recognize the situations that one exposes themselves to, and then decide if it is worth the risk. I am not sure if this person grasps that instead of shock and surprise, she should be encouraging others to be more careful. Nothing like personal experience to drive home a point.

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