Cancer, stories and poetry
11 March, 2011 | Richard P. Grant |
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It might seem strange to run a series called ‘The Art of Oncology‘, especially if you’re the Journal of Clinical Oncology. But this is what they have: fairly short articles, written by oncologists, talking about the experiences and the humanity of cancer specialists.
My attention was drawn to the series (which appears to be open access, by the way) by way of an evaluation from James Feusner and Bindu Kanathezhath at the Children’s Hospital Oakland Research Institute. The paper, Can literature enhance oncology training? A pilot humanities curriculum1 describes an attempt to develop a narrative-based curriculum that might help the oncologists themselves cope with the stress of caring for patients with cancer.
Once in a while we all need a break, or a new vision, or a different item to eat, or a new route to work. Sort of like when you suddenly are tired of ‘meat and potatoes’ and, unbelievable as it may seem to your mother, you crave vegetables.
The rest of the series is also well worth dipping into. For example, there is Daniel Rayson on how difficult it is to say what his job is; Reena George learns from her patience about courage, grief, hope and gratitude; and Mikkael Sekeres ties together flipping burgers with curing leukemia–a story to read to the very end for the unexpected link between cardboard boxes and leukaemia.
A fascinating and touching insight into the art of the practice, and some very moving stories. Taking a more conventional view of the effects of cancer–that is, on the patients and their loved ones–you might know that American poet Jane Kenyon died from leukemia. Her husband, Donald Hall, describes how her illness influenced his own poetry, in this video from Web of Stories.
Daybreak until nightfall,
he sat by his wife at the hospital
while chemotherapy dripped
through the catheter into her heart.
–from Her long illness, in Without.
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A notable cancer poem was wrttten by JBS Haldane when he returned from India with bowel cancer. Entitled ‘Cancer can be fun’ it was first written on the wall of the male toilet in the Department of Zoology in University College London and later appeared in the Times.
Heh. A moment’s googling reveals this:
http://nsm.uh.edu/~dgraur/Texts/Cancerhaldane.htm
which contains the lines
My final word, before I’m done,
Is “Cancer can be rather fun”.
CANCER
Cancer has thus far
Never become anyone’s well-wisher.
With it , the care, apathy, affection and love
All integrated is unable to redesign the hub.
Destiny is cruel and the fate is foreseen,
The affected is shattered before the kits and the kin!
If only diagnosed very much before
Cancer can be fought for a permanent cure.
Prevention is a strategy, which is for sure
A plan to ensure the disease away a lot much before
Indulgence in habits that lead to cancer for sure
Should professionally be shunned for a good health to ensure.
Cancer is nobody’s friend.