• A personal programming note, and a comment on strong and weak ties

    Cross-posted at TIE and the Reality-based community

    I haven’t been lighting up the internets much lately. I’m away helping to care for my dad, who has kidney cancer. On Tuesday he had a radical laparoscopic nephrectomy. Amazingly, he was home the next day. He is recovering nicely. Hopefully the surgery has addressed this cancer. I’ll have more to say about this care episode and others on another occasion. For the moment, I will offer two observations.

    My dad is 84. He’s been married to my stepmother Arlene for 34 years now. He’s been semi-retired or retired for most of those years. He worked for 35 years as an engineer. Like many engineers of his generation, he made a heavy life investment in his employer. The return on this investment was to be squeezed out in the wave of mid-1980s leveraged buyouts that, in his particular case, left a broken-up company and many broken implicit contracts before the pertinent corporate raider, Paul Bilzerian, found himself in legal jeopardy.

    Although my dad definitely missed the paycheck and the dollars in his once-overvalued pension, in many ways he was happier. My stepmother was a teacher in Bergen County, New Jersey. They were fortunate to have bought their home years ago. Things worked out.

    My dad has used his time to engage very fully in the lives of my sister and me, but also the lives of my four step-sisters, and (later) their partners and children. It’s never easy to be a step-parent. Many men aren’t welcomed to really do it. Many more screw it up or don’t engage.

    That’s not my dad. He’s much more giving with his time than his friendly but work-centric son. And it shows. No one does it perfectly. But I can’t count the number of late-night phone calls, trips to the bus station, omelets cooked to cheer a momentarily-heartbroken teenager, the quiet or gruff advice, or non-advice, offered depending on the occasion. He did most of the cooking and home maintenance. He cared for his nonagenarian mother-in-law for a demanding period at home.

    Now he is sick. As I said, he’s recovering nicely, but he’s doped-up and in pain. Laparoscopic surgery is less invasive; it’s still major surgery. My stepmother is 82, and needs help. There are many mundane, tiring, difficult, and intimate tasks that someone—though no one in particular—must do to help. And we are all here from all over the country doing the work, without ambivalence or much fussiness. We’ve pretty-much put aside the usual sibling differences and complaints to show our A-game in this demanding moment.

    That’s the strength of strong ties. These ties don’t just appear. They are built and maintained over the decades and years. My dad has put in the work, and done so seriously and graciously. So it’s a pleasure and an obvious thing to do for him what he’s done for us in this show-don’t-tell moment in life.

    I should mention the strength of weak ties, too. My academic job and my midlife-crisis journalism career have given me some of the best weak-ties one could ever want. My dad has a rather unusual cancer. One doctor friend looked over my dad’s case-notes and passed them on to pertinent experts to ensure that his physicians were following a smart treatment course. Another doctor friend connected me with an excellent urologist, who provided the gateway to excellent care.

    My dad has gotten nice cards, books, and letters from journalists and health reform activists I’ve worked with in recent years, too.

    I’ve gotten a lot of support myself, including from this blogging and policy community. It doesn’t matter whether you are 15 or 50. It’s scary and a little disorienting to see your dad sick, especially with the word “cancer” attached.  Since I have the emotional age of roughly an eight-year-old, I have especially appreciated the support.

    This is a difficult and scary moment. It’s also a gratifying one. It has brought out much to appreciate in the way my dad lives his life, and in the relationships we have with each other. It takes work. It’s worth it.

    @haroldpollack

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    • I am a lurker — (retired nurse and interested in what you all post).

      I will keep you and your family in my thoughts.

      Sounds like you have an awesome dad. Treasure the time with him.

      My father-in-law had quintuple bypass at 80 and did beautifully; he’s now 95. (he had great doctors and wonderful rehab therapists – AND he followed his doctors’ recovery plan to the tee!)

    • I will add you to my prayers.