Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

A New Normal


There are common thoughts in the journey of cancer and survivorship. From diagnosis through treatment, I know that all that I wanted to know was long term survivorship possible, beyond the five years that I constantly kept hearing about? Strangely, once I completed my treatments, combined with achieving the status of remission, my thoughts quickly turned from long term survival, to when does my life get back to what it used to be, “normal.”

While the cancer experience is definitely physically demanding, enough attention does not get paid to the emotional and mental toll that is taken on the patient. Sure, there is fatigue, fear, doubt, stress, paranoia and more that swirl around in the mind of someone going through cancer. One thing that we do not realize happens during the time from diagnosis through treatments, unbeknownst to us, we lose something very important to us. And we do not recognize it until after we are done with treatments, yet it plays a very important role in us moving on in our lives, in our survivorship, control. We go from doing what we want, when we want, to, you have to be here at this time, we are going to do this at this time, and a patient has no control of that. Decisions are no longer made by the patient, but by those providing the care. And it is in our best interest to do as they are recommending if we want to reach remission.

When we lose things, such as our car keys, our wallet, material things, it produces an inconvenient anxiety. When a loved one is “lost” or passes away, we mourn or grieve. The loss of control then, I feel would fall in between those two extremes. Without any thought, once treatments are over, the “keys” are handed back over to us, and we are supposedly back in control. But why does it not feel that way then? If the treatments and the tests are done, when does it start to feel “normal” again?

Control and normal are two different things, yet combined create an interesting dynamic, an experience that must be dealt with, and accepted. Soon, we realize what that loss of control did, and what it took from us, normalcy. And once we realize what we considered “normal”, and that particular “normal” is gone forever, we soon come to terms, this permanent loss, is similar to the loss we experience when someone passes, and must be grieved. We need to give ourselves the chance mourn what we looked at as what was normal in our lives, before the cancer.

Unlike the passing of a loved one, we have a hope or even a second chance with remission at normalcy, but something we in the circle of survivors call “the new normal.” As a cancer survivor, we all get this new normal, and it is exactly that, new and whatever we want to consider as being typical in our lives going forward.

What exactly is normal? What do you consider normal? What makes things or life normal? If normalcy is based on never seeing doctors again once in remission and totally forgetting you had cancer, nope, not going to happen. That normal is gone. Over decades, medicine has finally recognized late developing side effects as a reality, not necessarily for all, but for some, and the problem is no one knows who will develop these late effects. Therefore, ALL cancer survivors should continue following up with their primary care doctors once they are released from their oncologist, with guidelines from the oncologist what issues to keep an eye out to potentially occur, not definitely, but possibly. That is a new “normal” especially if you are not one to have ever seen a doctor regularly (besides the oncologist).

Aside from the medical new “normal,” I have come to realize that each day brings a new “normal.” And because I am someone who has a variety of late developing side effects, the “normal” for that day depends on if any of those effects are gathering attention or not. What I have found, and actually accepted, is that this is okay. Another new “normal” I have been able to achieve, is how I deal with stress, much better.

Perhaps my most important “normal” however, are my daughters. Becoming a Dad, now decades ago (a surreal thing to say as a cancer survivor), has been the most normal part of my life. There are no quotes around the word normal this time, because you can quote me on this, for me, becoming a parent has been the best kind of normal I have gotten to experience. And each day, I look to build on that normal.

The truth is, normal is what you make it. And that is what makes it “new” after a battle with cancer. Because now, you, the individual are the one deciding what is normal.

Happy Father’s Day


Happy Father’s Day to all who are celebrating today, and my heart goes out to all of those who recognize this day, to remember their Fathers, no longer with them, and for those, who through no fault of their own are kept apart. At one point, I checked off all three of those boxes, so I understand all the emotions involved.

As a Dad of two amazing daughters, this is my day, bigger for me than Christmas, birthday, even my once favorite Halloween. But the biggest part of my life, my legacy if you will, is having made the decision, to be responsible for two children, to teach them values, morals, right from wrong, all the while making sure they learned in school, and became responsible adults. Of course, as you know reading “Paul’s Heart”, this has not been easy with the variety of health issues I have faced as a cancer survivor. But this I know, I do not take any day for granted, and I celebrate every new day that I get with my daughters.

But as I said, I checked off more than one box when it comes to today. I lost my Dad to lung cancer eleven years ago, he was just ten years older than I am now. He was not alive to see what I went through as a Dad dealing with the family courts in regard to the relationships with my daughters. Of all the things unresolved with my father (my parents divorced when I was three years old), my Dad was only aware of the beginning of my own divorce and custody fight, as that was when he was just diagnosed. I could not throw this issue on him, while I dealt with both simultaneously. I am hoping, that my Dad is looking down on me and his granddaughters, and seeing how well things turned out with the my daughters and I.

The link above is for a performance for a special piece that I wrote in tribute to my Dad.

However you are recognizing today, I hope it is a good day for you.

One Day, Two Meanings


(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

June 14th, a day that I remember every year, for two reasons. The first reason, on this date, back in 1777, the United States of America had its first design of the flag approved by the Continental Congress. Similar to todays design, it was comprised of red and white stripes, the same number as today, and a field of blue, with thirteen stars, representing the thirteen colonies that made up the United States at the time.

(photo of painting by Percy Morgan – “The Birth Of Old Glory”)

Over the centuries there have been many re-designs of “old glory,” adding additional stars as more states were added to the United States, until we have the flag that is displayed today, thirteen stripes and fifty stars representing the fifty states. I know this, because one of the first reports I ever wrote, as an elementary student, was on “Flag Day.” I got an “A” and remember being so proud of my writing effort.

That year, and every year after that, our house displayed “old glory” on Flag Day, in addition to all of the other holidays that recognized federal holidays. It is likely this class assignment is the reason that I feel so strongly about “old glory.”

A symbol representing all that our country stands for, there are actual guidelines for the display and respect of the American flag. As listed on the American Legion website, the United States Flag Code, Chapter one lists display rules, times and occasions, position, respect, and conduct. Typically the flag is flown only from sunrise to sunset, unless it is illuminated by supplemental lighting. It gets raised quickly, and lowered “ceremoniously.” The flag does not get flow in bad weather unless it is of waterproof material. There are rules as far as any other objects or flags accompanying the red, white, and blue.

This next set of rules, deals with respect for the flag. It never gets flown upside down except as a signal of distress. Nothing touches the underneath the flag like the ground, water, etc.. The flag must fly “aloft and free” not flat or horizontally (going to be a problem for pro football games when they do the national anthem). Are you ready for this one? NEVER… I say NEVER should the flag be worn as apparel (tough news for all those who wear the flag soaking up their swamp asses as if a maxipad – this is a real peeve of mine). The flag should also, never be altered, this means like adding a color to a stripe, or changing the colors of the flag to make it “team colors” for a pro ball team.

And finally, when a flag must be properly disposed of, there are rules. When the flag is tattered or torn, it is time. In the case of this photo, I took the picture, the flag’s edges were not only shredded, but the flag has been sucking exhaust from the truck. This is wrong, so wrong. Yes, I feel strongly about the flag, and it probably began when I learned it way back in school.

June 14th took on a different meaning, and again,a day that I cannot forget ever, now not just because of Flag Day, but one of the hardest days of my life. My role model, my inspiration, my grandmother passed away due to complications from ovarian cancer (she was previously a survivor of breast cancer).

Each year on this day, twenty-seven years now, I remember her. My inspiration in cancer survivorship, I sometimes struggle that by some miracle I am still here, not just the twenty-seven years since she passed, but thirty-five years of remission. For whatever reason, whatever the stars have planned, I will likely see my sixtieth birthday later this year, something I definitely did not think possible back at the age of twenty-two when I was diagnosed.

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