Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Behind The Scenes


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I was watching one of my favorite action thrillers the other day, Swordfish, starring Hugh Jackman, John Travolta, Halle Berry, and Don Cheadle.  It is a movie about a father, who happens to be one of the best computer hackers, wanted by Travolta’s character to create a computer “worm” of devastating proportions.  While that is the main story line, how Travolta lures Jackman, a federally convicted hacker to cooperating, is by promising Jackman the only thing that matters to him.

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Berry’s character mentions the name of Jackman’s daughter in the movie, “Holly”, and sensing that she is in danger, he calls his ex-wife “Mel” to ask to talk to his daughter.  But a judge ruled that he was to have no contact with his daughter, and the ex-wife is more than happy to oblige the judge, and instead unleashes a torrent of ugliness and shame directed at “Stan” and stating that his daughter wants nothing to do with him.

Now, so far, this does not seem like that far of a stretch for how “dads” are portrayed in these situations.

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But what happens next is what is usually not portrayed.  “Stan” decides to take up Travolta’s offer which of course will take care of all the requirements to lift the judge’s orders.  In his excitement, he decides to try to see his daughter, although clearly violating a court’s order, so that he can tell her the good news.  Keep in mind, his ex-wife has been telling him that “Holly” wants nothing to do with him, and all other kinds of bad things.

“Holly” is in the process of calling a taxi, because her mother is passed out drunk and has forgotten to pick her up from school.  “Stan” without being noticed, simply asks, “need a ride?”  “Holly” recognizing her father, excitedly jumps up and runs into her father’s arms for a huge hug.  Clearly, not feeling about her father, the way that “Mel” portrayed.

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This is a portrayal in the movies that is rarely seen.  And  I would argue, is far more common than is really known.  It is called “parental alienation.”

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This behavior is heinous, harmful, and many times, irreversible.  One parent is delusional in thinking that they can convince their child to hate the other parent, who has clearly done nothing to the child other than be the loving parent they have ever known.  This is purely only an attempt at revenge for taking away the “perfect” world that parent believes they were entitled to, regardless how destructive the marriage had become.  The other parent “needs to pay.”

Making the non-custodial parent feel guilt about the absence from the child’s life, attacking the character of the other parent, not recognizing efforts by the non-custodial parent to correct and deal with certain situations are hard enough, without drawing the children into it.  But what a custodial parent believes is the right and entitled thing to do, while being successful in penalizing the non-custodial parent, it will, and I emphasize WILL come at the expense of any child drawn into the middle of the battle between the parents.

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By pitting a child against the non-custodial parent, the custodial parent has done irreparable damage to the non-custodial parent (which does not matter to the custodial parent), but also does the damage to the child.  Taking time away from the memories that should have been shared, and can never be gotten back, will cause extreme resentment by the child.  While the custodial parent believes that the child will hate the other parent, it will actually be the other way around, because some day, the child will figure out on their own, the truth what happened why the other parent had no other choice but to be absent.  And because that custodial parent took that away from the child, the child will hate that custodial parent.  And now the relationships with both parents have been destroyed.  This is not the fault of the parent trying to do the correct things just to be a part of their child’s life.

This issue is not gender sensitive either.  Just because it is a daughter does not mean that she will not hate her mother, or a son hate his father.  The fact is, it will happen.  This legal issues that keep a non-custodial parent from their child,  can be resolved at some point, if allowed.  But when a parent chooses parental alienation by bad-mouthing the other parent to the child, playing head games with the other parent for psychological gain, and the time and memories lost forever, cannot be replaced.

But then again, this is something that you will rarely see shown on TV or in the movies.  It is more popular to enrage emotions against a villain rather to show compassion for a situation that no one truly knows everything that is going on.

I like “Swordfish” for another reason now besides the action thriller it is.

Medical Proxies


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I have been hospitalized several times over recent years.  And of course, one of the questions regularly asked is “do you have a living will or medical proxy?”  The purpose of either of these two acts, is to make sure that should a situation arise while in the hospital, that you are no longer able to make a medical decision on your own, for any reason, that your wishes are known before hand, and enforced.

I am not too familiar with each specifically, although I know in recent years, I have had to deal with both.  I do have a living will that was created a few years ago, which specifically stated my wishes as far as my care should I be unable to make the decisions on my own.  It is also expressed as an “advanced directive” such as artificial measures meant to prolong life or other extreme measures when there is no hope.  Note to self, I have since filed for divorce, so I should probably change some of the directives and who carries them out.

A medical proxy on the other hand, is a person who actually and legally makes the medical decisions on the behalf of the patient.  In most cases, the proxy will simply follow the living will, if that directive has been shared with the proxy.

One of the first things, and actually smartest things that my father did, when he was diagnosed with lung cancer, was to make sure that steps were in place, should anything happen to him, that his wife would be cared for, and what little assets he possessed would be protected.  My brother would be given all legal power through what is called a power of attorney, in other words, if my father were unable to make any decisions, or even pay bills, my brother had the legal authority to make those decisions.

The same decision making power medically is given through a medical proxy.  Again, the responsibility to make sure that all medical wishes are followed through.  In my case, my father asked me to take on this task, not jus because of the “what if’s”, but also, he knew that I would be his strongest advocate to explain to him, things that there happening, things that needed to be done, and to make sure that he got the best care.

Both power of attorney and medical proxy can be very frustrating positions.  Under normal circumstances, only one person is selected for either, and just as when only one family member is selected as an executer of a will, feelings can be hurt, and actually complicate the enforcement of important decisions.  Then there is still the time period, when the patient is still fairly in control of their mental faculties, and the patient either complicates efforts or even sabotage efforts.

But when a patient is in need of both a power of attorney and a medical proxy, unless it is a long term medical situation, the only other time that these positions will be in need, are during the stage of life, preparing for death.  Now I want to make sure that I am clear, any comments that I make in this post, are not a reflection of what happened with my father and I or any family members.  I am actually in communication with a couple of friends who are in the very situation right now.  And “Paul’s Heart” is about helping others and so, I decided to write this post.

Anyone who takes on the task of having power of attorney or medical proxy has to be counted on, by the patient, to carry out the wishes and legal needs no matter what.  Feelings of others are bound to be hurt, decisions are going to be questioned, but in the end, having followed what a POA or MP were charged to do is what matters most.  Those two titles are charged with a responsibility to do what the patient is not able to do, and wants met.

Once a patient’s status gets bad enough, that hospice gets involved, the two positions of power of attorney and medical proxy take on even more importance.  Emotions among family and friends are likely to escalate, as only the people involved in the decision making only know all of the facts involved in the care, and legally, this is important to protect the patient’s privacy rights.  Even though everyone could be related, protecting that privacy may have been important enough to the patient.  As the time drawers near, it is important for both of these legal representatives to understand just how important their roles are and that there will inevitably be conflict.

While my brother was my father’s power of attorney, I was my father’s medical proxy.  My father had his reasons for appointing us this way.  And I believe the two of us both agreed.  My father’s decision to ask me was based on the fact of my experience in the cancer world.  But as time went on, and his cancer got worse, my role went from just questions and information, to decisions.  Eventually the decision would have to be reached between my brother and I, to have my father placed with hospice.  With his mother, my stepmother involved, this was going to be the most important decision of all.  For the first time in nearly 40 years, our parents had the possibility of being separated for the rest of their lives unless we could locate a facility that could accommodate the levels of care necessary for each of them.

Once the nursing home was found, and yes, we were able to accommodate both of our parents, next came the hard part, filling out the paperwork, and agreeing with the new level of care that would be given to make our father as comfortable as possible in his final days.  And this would be the most difficult.  Because with hospice involved, and my father’s living directive, it was clear what my father wanted and did not want.  Again, my father knew I would be able to separate the role of proxy and son, emotionally this would be critical.

In a patient’s end of days, the suffering can be immense, and the person in the role of the proxy must do exactly as the patient wants.  There is no room to allow emotions to factor into any decisions for to do that would only increase suffering.  Family dealing with sorrow, in spite of recognizing that death is imminent, a grieving family member will do what is normal and expected, reach out for extraordinary measures to somehow, turn the condition around, from investigating a last minute attempt at a cure, to treating symptoms, which would only prolong the suffering and death.

Hospice gets involved when death is not only certain, but imminent.  There is no chance at cure.  There is no last second miracle coming, and to believe otherwise is cruel to both patient and family member.  And even when it is just comfort that is sought, decisions are actually made to remove medications that at one point were taken daily for daily health, trying to justify to other family members that there is no benefit to continue those medications.  But perhaps even more frustrating, is if a patient, in hospice, were to contract an infection or pneumonia.  There is the likelihood of family not understanding that treatment for the normally acute illness would not be administered because at this stage, there is no desire to draw out and extend the life.  Really no different than if he were to suffer a heart attack or stroke.  The orders are strict, there is to be no attempt to prolong the life which would definitely increase the likelihood of suffering.

The role of proxy is a difficult position to be put in.  I have been in the caregiver role for twenty-five years, but my father was the first time I had been placed in the role of a proxy.  I did what I had to do as I made sure my father’s wishes were honored.

The Most Painful Second Guess


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For those of us, who have ever been blessed to have another living being, non-human that is, rely on us, trust us, be loyal to us, and just simply be given unconditional love in return, will undoubtedly at some point, be faced with the heartbreaking decision of having to say goodbye.

It is really an odd thing, that as a human, we possess enough compassion to deal with our fur friends with more compassion than for those who are able to speak of their pains and sufferings.  As people, many of us have seen people suffer with cancer, ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease), AIDS, and many other serious maladies.  But there is something that makes us have more compassion, with someone who cannot voice what they are feeling or enduring, under duress.

There will be two times when this compassion can be tested.  One is when a vet informs you of a terminal situation, whether by accident or disease, and the other, if lucky, simply old age.  It would be easier on all of us, if our fur friends would just cross over to the Rainbow Bridge without us having to make the painful decision of euthanasia.

First, understand, no vet, and I mean no vet, ever wants to be in a position of putting a family pet down.  When in that position, the vet knows it is in the best interest of the animal.  But ultimately, the decision still lies with the owner.  How do you know when it is time to release your furry loved one from its sufferings?  When does it become selfish to hang on for just one more day?

My belief, you just know.  You just know when the time is right.  I have known many people who have gone to extraordinary measures, five figure expenses just to continue the life of their fur family member, because that is what they believed needed to be done.  And in those cases, to their owners, they knew the time was not right.

In recent years, I have found myself in the position of having to make the decision to end my pets’ suffering twice.  I had a cat, that of all things had Lymphoma.  I had lymphoma and beat it, and we are a society that finds cures from animals.  Unfortunately, for Flash, our gray and white cat, he could not be cured.  And the lymphoma was creating issues with his stomach and being able to eat.  And there was no guarantee that by treating him for the lymphoma, that would resolve the lack of hunger issue.  Flash had already been exhibiting “avoidance” behavior, a common behavior of sickly animals, that hide from everyone else, just to go in peace.  And it took a long time, to find him just to get him to the vet to look at him.

But even more difficult, was when I had to make the decision to put my Golden Retriever Pollo down.  Approaching 15 years of age, and not having any issues with hip dysplasia, cancer, or cardiac, I had honestly hoped that with Pollo, when the time came, it would just be peaceful in his sleep.  I have written about his last few years, and love of mushrooms, that led to issues for him physically in his later years.

Truth be told, I made “the appointment” for him, at least twice, and both times something made me change my mind.  And honestly, it gave me more time with Pollo, selfish as it was.  But I had one guideline that I was using.  Pollo had only one way to communicate with humans, and that was his smile and his tail.  And my rules was simple, since Pollo’s tail wagged all of the time, yes, even in his sleep, if the time would come, that his tail no longer wagged, that would be his way of telling me it was time to let him go.

That particular November morning, I went to let Pollo outside for his morning “business.”  But, just as had happened occasionally, he needed help to stand up this morning.  Once I had him standing, he would not move.  I knew at this point, Pollo had lost much of his vision, and was fairly certain, most of his hearing too, but his tail never stopped wagging.

I could not get Pollo to move forward toward the patio door.  And then he relieved himself on the den floor.  I reluctantly looked, and his tail was no longer wagging.  Pollo seemed frozen where he stood, and assuming he could not see or hear, and that may have been his hesitation, I put my hand in front of him, as if to calm him if he could at least smell my scent.  But he could not.  Pollo was now in a world that he could not see, smell, or hear.  It was time.

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Although at the time, it was the hardest thing in the world to let Pollo go, I knew it was the right thing to do.  The pain of his absence at home, would occasionally cause me to wonder, had I done the right thing?  Maybe another session of Reiki could have helped like the other two times did.  And it is normal to want to wonder, could we have done more to have more quality time with each other.

It is a year and a half later, and I still miss him.  But in my rational mind, I knew then, and know now, he was suffering.  And as his best friend, I told him I would see him at the Rainbow Bridge some day, and said goodbye.

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