It was a little over 2 months since that first appointment at my local surgery. I had been experiencing some rather vague abdominal pains and thought they ought to be checked out. Until that point serious illness had never been part of my life.
Now I was sitting opposite a consultant having been through scans, biopsies and blood tests. ‘You have high-grade non-Hodgkin lymphoma’. She went on to explain a lot about lymphoma and the 6 months or so of treatment, but most of it passed me by. Words like ‘cancer’ and ‘tumour’ are very powerful and seem to reverberate in the mind, reducing all else into a kind of impenetrable verbal fog.
As a musician and teacher who spends much of life flying round the world, presenting masterclasses and concerts, delivering workshops and teaching, the forthcoming chemotherapy, with its enforced isolation – no visits to public places or travel on public transport in case of life-threatening infection – made me feel very uneasy.
The first chemo hit like a sledgehammer. It took 7 and a half hours to pump in all the drugs – some by extremely large syringes and some drip fed into my PICC line. I had taken books and my computer with me, but made use of neither. The experience was all-consuming and took me to a place I had never been before.
I had a very useful conversation with a friend who had come through his own cancer experience. He told me to concentrate on three things:
- Exercise – something I had been feeling too weak to do, but now made a special effort to find the energy to do.
- Eat well – I’d had virtually no appetite for some time and had lost a lot of weight, but now made a major attempt to eat more nourishing foods.
- Be positive – although I am positive by nature, I decided to be even more positive.
Happily, the cabin fever, the anger, and the loss of direction began to recede. I felt better.
I also decided to share my cancer with all those close to me and spoke openly about what I was going through. It makes conversation so much easier. No one is in any doubt about what, or what not to talk about.
It’s the side effects that you spend most time having to deal with. While on the one hand, the toxic cocktail of chemicals are hopefully doing their job defeating the cancer, on the other, they are presenting you with problem after problem. Many are unexpected – even if you are expecting them. Sickness, lack of sleep, bad taste, hair fall-out, numbness in toes, dizziness and, the worst by far, constipation. But you learn, in my case with the help of my wonderful GP, how to control them.
During the 6 months I managed to compose many pieces of music, carry on giving lessons to my healthy pupils (infected ones were not allowed!) and I wrote a number of my music teaching work-books. I wasn’t going to let the cancer block my creativity.
There were quite a number of low periods – but what struck me was that through the whole experience I was constantly learning. Dealing with the illness, sharing the experience with friends and putting myself, unconditionally, into the care of all the exceptional medics caused me to learn so much. About empathy, about isolation, about fear, about how we say things, about gratitude, about patience, about expectations. Above all I've learnt to take nothing for granted.
My treatment ended last September and all looks to be well. But I’m not quite the same person I was. There’s nothing desirable about cancer. But for me, I worry less, I get more frustrated when I witness behaviour that is unkind or unjust and I try not to waste opportunities.
Story posted on 1 November 2019