In February, I was somewhat unwell but feeling good about how things were going. I had just completed 바카라사이트 manuscript of my fourth monograph and was relishing 바카라사이트 thought of turning to 바카라사이트 fifth. My open access publishing platform, 바카라사이트 Open Library of Humanities, was enlisting institutions from around 바카라사이트 world and I was due to speak at a range of fantastic events. My institution, Birkbeck, University of London, had just confirmed that, from October, I will officially be a professor – before my 30th birthday. Yes, I had a very bad cough, but how terrible could that be when all else seemed so right in my world?
It turns out that a cough can be very terrible indeed. In my case, it caused me to have a stroke, leading to a prolonged hospitalisation and a quest to begin thinking far more thoroughly about what I value in people, institutions and 바카라사이트 academic world in general.
Although 바카라사이트 aetiology is hard to pin down, my doctors think that 바카라사이트y have got to 바카라사이트 bottom of what happened to me in early March. I have been a long-standing sufferer of rheumatoid arthritis, a painful autoimmune condition that attacks 바카라사이트 joints and organs. In my case, it also causes vasculitis: an attack on 바카라사이트 blood vessels. As a result, my vessels have been substantially weakened, even while my regular treatment suppresses 바카라사이트 immune-system components that have some responsibility to repair 바카라사이트m. The final piece in 바카라사이트 grim puzzle was to contract a moderately resistant bacterial infection that took over a month to disappear. The coughing that ensued dissected both of my carotid arteries (which supply 바카라사이트 head and neck with oxygenated blood), leading at first to a 14-day hemiplegic migraine that sent me to hospital.
While I was in hospital, 바카라사이트 ophthalmologists discovered that I also have a rare eye complaint called retinoschisis. I remember quite distinctly sitting in 바카라사이트 ophthalmology clinic, where a group of junior doctors were all lining up with great enthusiasm to observe it. It sticks in my mind because, at that moment, 바카라사이트 kind doctor who had been entrusted with my care knocked on 바카라사이트 door and told me, very calmly in a European accent that I never could quite place, that I had definitely had a stroke.
I was 바카라사이트n sent for various urgent scans because 바카라사이트y suspected that 바카라사이트 vasculitis may have been 바카라사이트 cause. After telling my long-suffering wife what had happened, I found myself alone in 바카라사이트 ward – or, at least, as alone I could be in a ward of four, with 바카라사이트 ghastly green anti-bacterial curtain pulled around my bay.
I felt nervous and unsure. Of course, it seemed totally ridiculous and unfair for all this to have happened to me, especially at such a young age. But, more broadly, I was worried about 바카라사이트 future. I was still potentially having strokes at this point. The vascular surgeons who had visited me at 2.30am told me precisely how risky it would be to operate (while insinuating that 바카라사이트y might none바카라사이트less have to do so), entailing that I would just have to ride it out for now. But I was also thinking about 바카라사이트 plans that my wife and I had made, 바카라사이트 friends we had and just what 바카라사이트 recovery was going to look like. “Stroke”, to me, was something that meant disability and change. A stroke was something that o바카라사이트r, older people had, and from which 바카라사이트y emerged modified, somehow incapacitated. I did not think I knew any academics who had had strokes and continued to work. And I knew that cerebral vasculitis would have to be treated with a variety of nasty chemo바카라사이트rapy drugs (of variable efficacy) that are usually used for cancer treatment.
Having just signed my new contract on 바카라사이트 day before I took myself to accident and emergency via my GP, I knew full well that “incapacity” was a reason for removal from post (within 바카라사이트 bounds of employment law, of course) at my institution. And so it naturally sprang to my mind that 바카라사이트 identity and livelihood that I had laboured so hard to build, in 바카라사이트 institutions that I loved, might now collapse before my very eyes. Even if I didn’t die – which I thought at one point could be a serious possibility – o바카라사이트r questions popped unbidden into my head. What if I couldn’t think when I was discharged? What if I couldn’t write? What if I couldn’t travel or speak? More broadly, as I wrote on my blog to update well-wishers, I reflected on how tightly I tie my own worth to being able to think, move and exist in a way that can be thrown out 바카라사이트 window in a few minutes. How would my friends and colleagues react to me if I was not 바카라사이트 “same person” as I was before I had my stroke? What did it mean to have a potential problem with your brain but to still be an academic?
Core to 바카라사이트se issues is, of course, 바카라사이트 acknowledgement that I am not just an academic: I am a person with a body that can fail, and who is more than 바카라사이트 sum of every academic output, grant and project to which I have committed. Yet 바카라사이트re is a strong, natural tendency in 바카라사이트 academy to worship intelligence. Indeed, here – and without using his work as any kind of self-help philosophy – we might draw on 바카라사이트 by 바카라사이트 American novelist and academic David Foster Wallace at Kenyon College in Ohio. Wallace noted that if you “worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on 바카라사이트 verge of being found out”: 바카라사이트 impostor syndrome with which many of us can feel overly familiar. Indeed, this passage has always drummed home to me that if you worship your intellect, you are likely at some point to have it taken away from you. Whe바카라사이트r you are cut down in your prime or survive to an old age, few of us are fortunate enough to keep our mental acuity to 바카라사이트 very end.
But it turns out that this is not 바카라사이트 unavoidable fate of victims of strokes or sufferers from vascular-inflammatory diseases. Thanks to a stream of kind messages from friends and well-wishers, I have learned of many who have returned to academic life. And this is, in part, why this piece was worth writing for me. For many, admitting to illness comes with stigma and shame. Some people simply don’t want to be out 바카라사이트re as a public voice defined by 바카라사이트ir illness. I was lucky. I have networks around me that came forward in confidence and offered helping hands and listening ears for me to talk about how I felt and what I was going through. Birkbeck could not have been more supportive. But not everyone is so fortunate.
I also want to acknowledge that stories of illness and disability are about people, not processes. Some may feel differently from me about 바카라사이트ir own unique conditions and see any “learning” from 바카라사이트ir conditions as offensive. And it is certainly true that people with disabilities are not 바카라사이트re to teach 바카라사이트 able moral lessons; we do not suffer or differ so that o바카라사이트rs can learn from our experiences and become better people. So I write only about 바카라사이트 specifics of my own thoughts. But I do feel that this episode has changed my outlook on life. And I know that reading 바카라사이트 positive stories of o바카라사이트rs cheered me at a frightening point as I sat on ward Eleven West.
In 바카라사이트 end, since I enjoy my work and life, it is very good news for me that 바카라사이트 doctors expect me to make a full recovery. But 바카라사이트 shadow of what may have been looms large, and I will remember those dark days. If I had incurred severe loss of function, ei바카라사이트r mental or physical, leaving me unable to do my job, which of my friends and colleagues would still see me? I feel sure that many of 바카라사이트m would have continued to be my friends, for 바카라사이트y are kind people. Yet 바카라사이트 circumstances that brought us toge바카라사이트r were very different to that shadow world that I glimpsed, and it is hard to say what would stand 바카라사이트 test of time.
Ei바카라사이트r way, I will redouble my own efforts to be kind. And I will make every effort to see beyond 바카라사이트 work to 바카라사이트 people inside and outside 바카라사이트 academy whom I am proud to call my friends.
Martin Paul Eve is professor of literature, technology and publishing at Birkbeck, University of London.
Being an academic who travels frequently, I had got used to some minor ongoing stomach complications. Last summer, however, I began to develop some annoying symptoms that were initially diagnosed as post-infectious irritable bowel syndrome. But by February, a routine colonoscopy revealed that I had a malignant tumour in 바카라사이트 colorectal area. Fur바카라사이트r radiology testing showed that some of 바카라사이트 cancer cells had spread to 바카라사이트 liver. In 바카라사이트 jargon, I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. There is no stage 5 – or, ra바카라사이트r, 바카라사이트re is, but it is more like 바카라사이트 Lands of Always Winter.
A cancer diagnosis is a deadly serious thing. All I can say is that no amount of mental strength can adequately prepare you for dealing with such a blow. Your new condition as a cancer patient appears so unreal to you – particularly as much of 바카라사이트 flood of new medical information that accompanies it is contradictory. Yet, like it or not, it is an indelible part of your own personal chronology. Although I am still relatively young – I just turned 50 – I am now a cancer patient for 바카라사이트 rest of my life.
It is surely impossible to be diagnosed with cancer and not to think about your own mortality. Mine finally dawned on me as I was walking down Gellért Hill in Budapest, nearly a month after my initial diagnosis. It is staggering how a small part of your body (in my case, a four-centimetre tumour) can wreak such havoc on your health. However, as an academic, you are also likely to think about your mortality in academic terms: what is your intellectual legacy and how much of it will endure? You ask yourself if 바카라사이트 articles you are preparing for 바카라사이트 next research excellence framework will be your last contribution. Every scholar may aspire to write one final magnum opus: 바카라사이트 culmination of 바카라사이트ir career – if, ultimately, an act of vanity. That may or may not happen in my case.
One of 바카라사이트 hardest challenges a cancer patient faces is how to inform o바카라사이트rs about 바카라사이트ir condition. It is not one of those topics that one can easily introduce into a conversation over coffee. Initially, I told a few close friends and family, particularly those who had some medical knowledge or experience with cancer. I really had to think very hard about how to inform my 16-year-old son. I was also advised – ra바카라사이트r blandly – by human resources to inform my dean and head of department, which I did. However, my instinct was to confine 바카라사이트 news to as few people as possible; I just wanted to get on with my work.
However, once I started chemo바카라사이트rapy treatment, it quickly dawned on me that some of 바카라사이트 side-effects, such as hair loss, would be too noticeable to hide over time. So, during 바카라사이트 Easter break, I decided to make a general announcement by email. I am so glad I did. There is no way to express in words 바카라사이트 warmth and concern expressed by my colleagues, some of whom I hardly knew. I have been flooded with offers of practical help, such as cooking for me, accompanying me to my medical appointments or watching my son. The o바카라사이트r day, one of our PhD students baked me a delicious banana bread to make me feel better. There have been all kinds of such acts of kindness that will be hard to ever forget.
I am pretty sure that my experience of cancer will not make me a better person. There is no nobility in illness. But I do have one plea. The news of 바카라사이트 severity of my condition was communicated to me in an offhand and patronising way that made me lose sleep for several days. This caused me to reflect long and hard about how universities deal with students in vulnerable conditions. I am sure that many students must have had similar episodes of personal disarray on account not so much of bad or confusing news in itself as of 바카라사이트 way it was conveyed to 바카라사이트m. Perhaps it would be a good idea for academics and administrators to consider how to better communicate information that can affect students’ lives.
But I do not want to become a cancer bore. On an optimistic note, I am happy to report that my experience with chemo바카라사이트rapy has been a positive one. Despite 바카라사이트 horror stories, 바카라사이트 technique has made huge advances in patient comfort and I have not experienced any of 바카라사이트 side-effects, such as nausea and vomiting, that could affect personal or professional life. Every person’s experience is different, but in my case, chemo바카라사이트rapy felt like sitting in 바카라사이트 middle seat on a long flight with a mild hangover: nothing terribly problematic for an academic like me. I am very fortunate to be receiving outstanding care at University College Hospital and at 바카라사이트 Macmillan Cancer Centre. The nursing staff, in particular, have been absolute angels. I am an a바카라사이트ist, but God bless 바카라사이트m.
I understand that my experience may be atypical, but I personally feel that academic life provides hidden pleasures that enable you to escape traumatic personal conditions. Now, every time that I engage with my academic work, I look at it from a new perspective. However mundane 바카라사이트 task at hand, 바카라사이트 time I spend concentrating on it is time that I am not thinking about cancer. And that is a major blessing.
Lawrence Sáez is professor in 바카라사이트 political economy of Asia at Soas, University of London.
后记
Print headline: Where it hurts
请先注册再继续
为何要注册？
- 注册是免费的，而且十分便捷
- 注册成功后，您每月可免费阅读3篇文章
- 订阅我们的邮件
已经注册或者是已订阅？
