Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

A Farewell To Fran


I never want to write these tributes.  Rather, I would rather not have to write these tributes.  A cancer survivor endures so much over their “second” lifetime, they should be the ones that get to tell all the beautiful and inspirational things that they have done, since cancer.

Though my friend Fran and I never met in person, we knew each other quite well.  We were what I refer to as “crossovers.”  We met each other on a long term cancer survivor list serve before each of us made the leap to Facebook.  Fran had already had her issues with her late effects, but I had just begun my journey following my heart surgery caused by my radiation and chemotherapy treatments.

It was on Facebook however, that Fran reached so many more people.  Just like the rest of my fellow survivors, we only want to find support, understanding, answers to the many things that still stump the average doctor.  And we find that in those who have gone through similar treatment experiences decades ago.

But when we were not dealing with one of our health issues, we were able to share stories about things we were able to do to enjoy life, and sadly things that we were no longer able to do.  While Fran would mention her former love of karate, she did not dwell on it.  Rather she loved to talk about her daughter.  Over time, she also made decisions to reach out to other survivors, and more importantly seek out medical care professionals who either knew what we deal with, or at least had an open mind to help find answers.

And like so many other survivors who have passed on, Fran was another who often offered support to others, sacrificing her own emotions.  And that is really what makes the “society” of people I know, or as some refer to as “the tribe” special.  It is not often to be able to say “I know what you are going through” or “I know what you are feeling.”  And that is what makes my fellow survivors so special.  Because they get it. And while they may not always find the support they need from those closest, they know that they can find it in our group.

And that was Fran.

The stories and remembrances are posting now, and it is wonderful to see all the others lives that she touched.  And it is also inspirational to hear the many things that she had done, and hoped to do.  Most importantly being able to see her daughter graduate from college.

Though she had hoped to make it through this last struggle, it clearly was too much.  She suffers no more.

Fran, thank you for the words of encouragement that you always gave to me and others.

Summer Vacation – A Learning Experience


As a kid, who did not love Summer vacation?  But as an adult, I love it so much more.  I have always been the type of person who enjoys watching others’ happiness, more than my own.  And now that I get to witness things as a father, through my daughters’ eyes, yes, I love every chance I get to spend with my daughters.

My daughters love the reality television show, Big Brother.  By default, that means when they visit me during the Summer, I am stuck watching the show with them.  It is unavoidable because I live in a one-room apartment.  A similar situation if you will to the living arrangements on Big Brother, more than a dozen people, trapped in a contained studio house, for over 90 days, with someone being kicked out of the house every week.  Every move is watched.  Every word is heard.  Trapped.

Ok, so our situation is not identical per se, but, the three of us are staying in the same room, for 49 days, but no one is being evicted.  Ok, we get to leave the apartment and do things.  Ok, there is no backstabbing and lying to get favors.  But there is one thing that our situations do have in common, learning about each other.

I have spent most of my cancer survivorship, proving to everyone, that I will be fine.  At the same time, I have spent all of my time, convincing everyone that the many issues I face as a result of my treatments thirty years ago, are very real.  They are not once and done episodes, but a progression of situations, monitored, waiting to have no choice but to be dealt with some day, hopefully before it is too late (read “CABG – Not Just A Green Leafy Vegetable and you will see what I mean).

My daughters were 3 and 5 when my body let me know, that while I may have beaten cancer, it came at a price.  And there would be several more episodes in the upcoming years.  But I have always been of the mindset, to let my kids be kids, let them deal with childish things.  And as I realized how much happier off they were just to know “Daddy was okay,” I used this mentality when it came to family, friends, and co-workers.  By doing so, I did myself a disservice, as well as perhaps other cancer survivors as well.  I figured, if I could keep all the issues hidden that I have to deal with, then I would not have to worry about anyone worrying about me.  The unrealistic part of that is, anytime a crisis would come up, there would be worry.  But then that would be followed up with “get over it already, you are better”, or worse, “just faking it.”

It is ten years now since my daughters saw me hooked up to all kinds of machines, recovering from open heart surgery, and having witnessed many of the other events.  Already during this visit, questions are beginning to come up.  Because of the warmer climate here, many of my scars are exposed, and these lead to questions.  Both daughters were never there when I went through my cancer, though are very proud of me for having made it all these years.  But as they grasp that the fact that many of the things that I deal with health-wise are because of my treatments, they now understand, my body will never get better, only worse.

They know that I have good days, and they have certainly seen my bad days.  They know the issues that I deal with are very real.  But that is not what are visits are about.  Yes, they are learning about me, and I am learning about them.  And I have so much more to teach them.  I take them to visit preserves, complete computer courses that may benefit them in their future, and another first, helped my oldest apply for her first job.  And we still do workbook exercises to prepare them for the new school year, though I have now pared the work down to a specific course that either may have struggled with in school (they each had one).

But there is still so much more for us to do together.  And I cherish every moment I have with them.  And I know that they are enjoying the time with me.  I know that they care about me.  They want to do what they can to keep me around a lot longer, whether it be a better diet, or exercise (we have a nightly walk routine after just 3 days).

They know that in just a few years, our roles may change with each other as I will have to give them responsibilities, as far as things they definitely need to know, and perhaps, prepare for.  They will become my legal guardians and our roles will switch.  If I am faced with the difficult situation of being incapacitated as I have with past events, they will be the ones that will need to carry out my wishes should decisions need to be made.

In the meantime, like I said, I want to let my kids, be kids.  But at least they know, just because I do not show it, does not mean that I am not dealing with some serious health issues.

And just as my children are learning, just because you see this, but do not see something obvious with the person getting out of the vehicle, does not mean that they do not have a health issue that they are dealing with.  But if you feel that you are justified in criticizing anyone anyway?  Feel right on free to trade places with us.

Tag… You’re It


One of my lighter posts today.

Social media takes a lot of knocks, often deservedly so, from stirring the pot of politics, religion, race, etc.  You name an issue, and someone certainly will not be hesitant to launch a grenade onto a social media page to get everyone fired up.  And of course, having an even bigger impact on our lives, having a personal information used by the owners of the particular social media sites.

But I digress.  There is one thing that I do appreciate about social media, Facebook in particular.  No, it is not the cute puppy videos, or travel photos, or flashbacks of days rather forgotten.  But social media has given us an opportunity to reconnect with those in our past like never possible before.  Seriously, you can now live anywhere in the world, and be able to get back in touch with, and stay in contact with anyone.

How far back do you go?  How far would you want to go back?  And why?

Face it, being an adult has its drawbacks.  Responsibility and simply lacking the ability to give a shit does not make being an adult fun (though being a parent is definitely the best feeling in the world).  Look at everything we deal with as adults, politics, war, inflation, crazy weather… we never cared about that as kids.  We could care less.  Playing a game of ball, riding bikes, or just hanging out in an arcade, life was good.

So it would make perfect sense then, to use social media as a way to go back to our childhood.  No, we cannot do it physically, but the memories of a time when our lives may have been simpler, can often be just what we need at a current moment to help us get through a difficult period.

I know on my Facebook, I have several “neighborhood” and school friends that go back more than 45 years, reconnecting in spite of there being over a thousand miles from us.  Every now and then, a photo pops up of us in our younger years, and we can remember everything, every detail of the location, and we cannot help but smile.  Yeah, those were good times.  I remain friends with a kid who lived across the street from me.  I have several friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school, and college.  The levels of friendship vary from casual to remaining the best of friends.  And for the most part, most of these reconnections have survived the controversies blasted on social media.  Instead, the majority of us share stories of our past, support each other as some deal with health issues or other stressful events, and even some, make new travel plans to reconnect in person.

In the movie “Tag” (based on a true story), grown men, 30 years after their childhood, continue a tradition of one game of tag that has continued seemingly forever.  The players get together once a year, for a month, to continue playing.  They have rules that they play by, and pretty much there is no level they will go to, to tag someone.  The thing is, these guys grew up with each other, and continued that friendship 30 years into their adulthood.  I found this very cool.  Why?  Because I still keep in touch with some of my friends when I was a child.  No, we do not play tag or anything, but we do still offer support, share happiness and sorrows.  The friendships are still there, just as in the movie.  And yes, this was based on a true story as the end of the movie shows the actual players involved over the various years, some scenes played out in the movie, others not.  And during the closing credits, and who knew, Jeremy Renner can sing, but you have to stick around for that.

I get the concept behind “Tag”.  In childhood, we did not have to worry about the big issues.  And for most in adulthood, we do not take the time to put those big issues aside, unless we plan it that way.  I say, if you have a chance to get back on that ball field, or hang out in the old basement, do it.  We may change over time, or as some call it, grow up, but the memories are always going to be there, and always available to give us a much needed distraction when needed, to a time when things were simpler.

 

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