Paul's Heart

Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

What It Means To Have Support


Tonight I spent close to three hours with many people who want to support me in my quest to sit on our local school board.  It is kind of surreal because I do not know most of them on a personal level.  Many recall my election effort two years ago and are excited at the prospects this year.  There is a lot on the line, including taking on the current school board president, current vice president, another long term board member, and what is anticipated, the former board member who was handpicked by the board as a replacement for a board member who had resigned (yes, the one that they picked over myself and fellow running mate, Tina).

And there are tons of issues this time around, many continuing from two years ago, and several new issues.  There will be plenty of time to get into the issues, but for now, this blog is just about the fact that so many people believe that along with my three other running mates, we are the ones to make the difference for public education in our area.  They support us.  This is just one of many examples from my life, of when support has mattered the most to me, and made the difference.

And within our campaign, there is support.  Alex is making his third run, the last time was in 2011 with me, and he did better with results than in 2009.  He is facing the same candidates that he faced in 2009, but now he has three great running mates.  Like me, he is a family man, married with two daughters.  And he is super smart.  I have spent a couple afternoons recently with him, just casual visits.  Relaxing, interesting, and educational from a technology point of view.  I know I will have the support of those in Alex’s circle.

Tina was a new-comer to our last campaign, but she brought something special, pride.  She was “super mom”, sports mom, spirit mom.  If you were involved in sports, everyone knew her.  She is soft-spoken and passionate, but can totally relate to the parents and young graduates.  She is very likable so many come to her to give her leads of issues.  As we have shared car rides occasionally, casual conversations have led us to more vulnerable talks, giving us a more human feel for the campaign.

Murali (pronounce “murly”) is a newcomer to our slate, but not to our school district as he spent his entire education going through our system.  He is a very nice, well spoken young man.

So we stood in front of a room packed with supporters.  All interested in signing our petitions to run for the public office of school board director.  So many expressed  concerns for what they felt were issues that they believe were important, but also that we would hear them and listen to them.

This petition process will be done soon, and then it is time to put together a platform, narrowed down from more than a dozen issues that I feel need to be addressed, as well as the issues the other candidates have for the district.  But bottom line, it is the education of the children that has to be the top priority.

A Page From Job


I had finally turned my screwed up life around, when I finally proposed to my girlfriend.  Somehow, somewhere, I screwed things up because my world came crashing down the day that I was told that I had cancer.  I was happy, “was” healthy,  taking care of “man” urges, all things were good.  Because of my then fiancé, I had also been attending church again.  After all, if we were going to be married there, the minister wanted to see us there more than just our wedding day.  He got his wish.

I put a phone call into his office, that I needed to speak to him urgently.  This man of the cloth called me back.  “I’m really busy right now.  The Advent season has just started so my schedule really doesn’t have any room.  I can make some time for you after the new year.  So, I am diagnosed with cancer, the one place that I turn to, my church, can’t make time for me because they are getting ready for Christmas.  Yeah.  I’m sure that my cancer will stop screwing with my emotions for the Christmas holiday break.

I have a quirk in me, that is 100% certain to react when an initial need is not acknowledged and dealt with in an appropriate manner.  Without guidance, I will seek out on my own, and the very first thing to embrace me, is where I will turn.  I had lived a shitty life for that past seven years, but I had turned things around, things were good, now they were shit again.  So my minister did not want to be there for me, I turned to my own bible.  I had heard of a character named Job who basically lost everything and blamed God.  Of course it was some deal between the Devil and God, but Job threw the blame at God.

Job lost his character, his family, his house, and his health.  Job cursed the day he was born.  God tries to set Job straight, and Job continues that his complaints are not only just, but never ending.  He hated his life.  Job speaks again of his innocence and then prays for relief.  Eventually he is convinced that his life will turn around with his faith, and it does.  I do not recall the length of time to get to that point, but I was definitely feeling like Job.  Later through the book, God makes his presence  firm saying that he would never turn away from children .

But when I got that diagnosis, I could help that feeling.  In one fell swoop to have just everything ripped out from under my feet.  Of course I saw the error of my ways, and though still not an openly publicly religiously practicing man, I do still have strong faith.  Or at least at this point, I think I do.  In spite of having the ultimate gifts in my life, my daughters, I find myself at a crossroad once again.  For nearly five years, I have taken one “punch” after another beginning with my emergency heart surgery.  Little by little, the assault on my life has been relentless and merciless.  At moments, I have been able to calm things down, just to focus and steer actions in what was hopefully the right direction, only to get sideswiped by yet something else.  For every action, there are three reactions or “side effects” that come my way.

Currently, I am staring down the “barrel” of  three additional actions that are anticipated to occur within this week alone.  And perhaps knowing that they can and most likely will occur is more stressful than having them sprung on you.  But the only part in my favor, under “normal” circumstance, normal is in quotes because my definition of normal is so understated, I adapt to crisis very well.  When I can anticipate, I can plan and prepare.  I can do better when I am not caught off guard.

This effort will no doubtedly be my biggest to date.  I apologize for the lack of details, not that publishing them is going to change anything.  I believe they will still occur, but until they do, I want to control or at least do what I can to control the circumstances, and the consequences.

Keep you arms and legs inside the car at all times, and wait until the ride comes to a complete stop before exiting.  Hang on, this is going to be a rough ride.

 

Helping A Leopard Change Its Spots


I wrote a short while ago, about being a very picky eater.  At the time, the story was nothing more than just a bad habit that I had.  This is in spite of knowing so many people who have had to make lifestyle changes, or watching year after year of The Biggest Loser and Celebrity Fit Club.  Now, it is my time.  I do not have a choice.

I learned my bad dietary habit when I was young, like three years old young.  Prior to my parents divorce, I had been told that I would anything placed on my table.  But following that event, I then turned my nose up at just about everything.  I do remember from my earliest days, being strictly a meat and potatoes kind of kid.  It is not that I was into junk food either.  I just refused to eat vegetables.

In my teen years, my behavior only solidified,  but it was reinforced by situation.  Unfortunately, I found myself often fending for myself, and whatever my part-time after school job could afford, which basically was fast food.  And that behavior followed me into adulthood.  As I maintained a busy, on-the-road schedule, there was no time to sit down and eat, even think about what I was eating.

A battle with cancer, emergency life-saving open heart surgery, kidney stone, high cholesterol and blood pressure, by themselves would be reason enough to change my dietary direction.  But as I face yet more issues from late term side effects, these issues have a direct impact on the food I will eat for the rest of my life.  I have no choice at this point.

For the last several years, I have been experiencing a “swallowing” issue that results in a choking sensation when swallowing food.  Two years ago, it got to the point once it began to be too difficult to swallow even soft foods.  Desperate to get calories into me, instead of opting for nutritional drinks such as Boost or Ensure, I went for probably the worst caloric shot, Coke and melted Snicker Bars.  For at least two months, this is how I maintained my weight until the swallowing got worse and I adjusted to Cokes and milkshakes.  Then it happened, I could not even get them down without the choking sensation, even water was difficult.

An endoscope revealed some concerns, but nothing that was blatantly obvious.  It was recommended that I quit drinking soda, eat better, the works.  I am not sure what else was done while I was scoped, but my swallowing had been restored.  Late last year, it began to resurface.  More probing would reveal that I have now developed Barrett’s Esophagus and something called eosinophilis esophagitis.  In spite of being on PPI omeprazole, the acid content of my stomach was described by my doctors as “angry”.

So there are concerns with such a high acid content in the stomach, and the increased risks associated with having had radiation therapy, the biggest concern, esophageal cancer.  Barrett’s Esophagus can lead to esophageal cancer.  So now, everything is in my corner to have the best opportunity to at least attempt to prevent anything worse.  The doctors are hoping that the major change to my diet will correct and right things.

It may sound odd for a 40-ish year old man, to need to be told not only what to eat, but how.  but that is exactly what I will need.  I have to eliminate 95% of my diet, and substitute it with 100% of what I do not like to eat.  I cannot allow my weight to crash, or let malnourishment occur.  If I let this happen, as has happened on other occasions when I have pushed my body too far and too hard, I will crash.  In the past, I was able to do the quick boost of calories.  I appreciate the outpouring of suggestions to make the “horrible” food taste good to me.

Fortunately, my daughters have not picked up this habit.  They are both good eaters, and do what they can to get me to eat right, even resorting to the old “double dog dare”.  But for now, here is the current short list of things that will pass my tonsils (there is much more available, I just won’t eat it):

Bananas

Apples

Oranges

Watermelon

Pumpkin

Potatoes

Onion

Carrots

Sweet Potatoes

Lettuce

1-2% Milk

Egg Yolks

Chicken

Turkey

Tuna

Sea Salt

Cinnamon

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