Random Updates and Thoughts about Life
Life is chaotic, and life is messy, but can also be so vibrant, colorful, and beautiful all at the same time.
Happy Father's Day to our beloved "GP", the man who's always been there for us through every bit of our crazy lives. He's always there when we need him, wherever we need him to be, and for whatever we need him to do. He's just there and omnipresent, and we love that about him. We have less than ideal and perfect relationships, but what in life ever is? The fact that he's always been there for us through some extremely distressing times in our lives has not gone unnoticed, and we truly do love and appreciate our GP for that.
Debbie asked me to go into full Scorpio mush mode level eleventy for Mother’s Day, maybe because she wants to hear it, or maybe because she needs to hear it because of how hurt we’ve been over the past year. Either way, she damn well deserves it, and I’m happy to deliver.
I'm proud to share the news of a huge expansion of my role at the Testicular Cancer Awareness Foundation in not just continuing to blog and share in my continuing journey, but on also becoming a Director and Board Member.
Through my cancer experience and the writing that I do, I've come to know people from all walks of life that span the entire global political spectrum. There are certainly people with whom I don't share even a single political belief with, yet I love them and appreciate them all the same for who they are, and for being the beautiful people that I know them to be, despite our differing beliefs. There's far more to people than their political beliefs, and there's far more to the world than "politics." It never occurred to me that I should hate someone because they believe differently than I.
The Big 4-0 is coming for me in October. This is the year that I thought would never come, because there were significant periods of time in my life when I felt like it was inevitable that my cancer would come back, or a secondary cancer would develop, that there wouldn't be a cure, and that I would die. That's still a possibility for me, just as it is for anybody, but I've learned not to be afraid. The glamorous life of young adult cancer survivors.
I have no words to describe 2016, so here's around 2100 of them, along with a photo that nicely illustrates the precise manner in which I'd like to leave this year behind. 2016 has been the year of the unconscionable, but with some very important life lessons reinforced. Never stop living your lives. The various tragedies we'll experience in life don't stop for anyone, so why should you?
After this year, the only thing we know is that we don't know, and the only thing that's ever certain, is uncertainty. We've been hurt, disappointed, let down, and have been burned out, and just want to be done with this wretched year. But we're still thankful.
I sat down with a few friends to talk about the election, and we all shared in our perspectives and life experiences in a non-judgmental way, and how that led us to our votes. It was refreshing, and most of all, I learned that we don't have to hate each other if we voted for someone else. We can vote differently, and still love and respect each other as friends.
20 Years Ago I Met This Girl... I was a freshman at Penn State University in the Fall of 1996. Her name was Debbie Lin, Chang-Ching Debbie Lin actually, and she was from Taiwan. We met, and things just clicked. Don't ask me how I knew. Call it divine intuition, a bit of a sixth sense or whatever you wish, but I just knew that she was the one.
That time a cancer survivor got to talking to a suicide attempt survivor in a bar, and despite having absolutely "nothing" in common, they realized that the pain they had felt, the ways in which they had evolved, and the the inner attitudes and beliefs that they had developed, were all THE SAME.
What makes someone's life matter or not? It has neither anything to do with skin color, nor what anybody else thinks of you. Whether your life matters or not has to do with one thing, and one thing only, and that's you. The question is, do you believe in yourself? Do you believe that your life matters? That's What Matters.
Of all the amazing people I've had in my life over the past few years, from my wife to such wonderful friends that have been by my side through my darkest times, there's none that I've learned more from about how I've needed to live my life after cancer, nor any that I've been more inspired by than my son.
I was in New York City in January 2016, for the first time in I can't remember, for a work-related trade show. I'm certainly not a stranger to NYC. Some of the top testicular cancer doctors in the country had consulted on my cancer fight at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. I was up in NYC at MSKCC a total of 5 or 6 times between 2011-2012, including an 11 day in-patient stay in the hospital there after undergoing a retroperitoneal lymph node dissection surgery (RPLND), when I failed to get a complete response from chemotherapy alone. There were some complications after that surgery that nearly caused one of my kidneys to fail, which required a procedure or two and some monitoring. Needless to say, I haven't had the fondest memories of NYC.
These are my friends Nate and Alexia, and I'm sad to say that they know December pain even better than I do, because they spent two Christmases in a row fighting cancer.
(Explicit Language Warning) I don't think anybody really realizes just how painful the month of December is for me. The whole month has become such a densely packed minefield of painful and traumatic memories in my life and for those close to me, that it's just become impossible to get through this month without stumbling over and triggering some of them. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE WARNING]
One could easily replace the word Cancer in my blog, "Coping with the Uncertainty of Cancer," with "Life," or "the World". The events in Paris are beyond tragic, with over a hundred dead and hundreds more wounded. In an instant, 129 souls torn from this world and their life adventures, with their loved ones left dealing with their sudden losses that will ripple on forever.
Turning 38 has been an unexpectedly big thing for me, because for the first time I feel like life really has moved on after cancer. Recovering from cancer isn’t simply an exercise of healing the body, but the mind and the spiritual self as well, and it’s wonderful to finally feel completely healed. 38 also marks the fifth birthday I’ve had since being diagnosed with cancer, so in a way, this birthday represents the first of many 5 year celebrations, and believe me, we will be celebrating this coming year!!