Better

I love going to work. I am able to work more now since I've finished chemo, and it makes me feel good. It makes me feel normal. It makes me feel that I am useful and not a cancer-ridden waste of space. 

I have also taken to doing more non-work stuff, like going to conferences, attending meetings, participating in committees, doing charity things. 

My Trusty Companion wondered out loud if going to a CME meeting with a chemo pump strapped to me was a good idea. He pondered that taking on more stuff when I'm "ill" may not be wise. We discussed it, and lo and behold it turned out I was right and he was enlightened (amazing how often that happens...)*

In one of my recent extra-curricular events, an eminent professor quoted this chap, Daniel Pink, who is a business guru type. He spoke about what makes us do what we do (in this case, work as GPs for patients with high needs). Mr Pink talks about Autonomy, Mastery and Purpose. That really got me thinking. 

These are exactly the things you lose when you are a patient. No more autonomy (though there is sometimes a token "how do you feel about that plan?" at the end of the consultation). Am I realistically going to turn around to my consultants and say "go away out of that, I want methotrexate and cadmium and a small drop of ricin in my drip, you don't know what you're on about." I am not, because these lads know what they are talking about, and I am happy to surrender myself to their expertise. But I am surrendering, and giving up my autonomy. So that's one down. 

Mastery is about getting better at something, and relishing that achievement. Obviously, my whole life is now about "getting better", but not at any one skill, just at simply being. And while I am participating in this effort to get me well, I am not in charge, and my gains feel a bit small. How "good" can you get at sitting down and letting people pour drugs into you or cut bits out of you? Being a good patient isn't much of an achievement really - "wow, look at me, I'm a whizz at being passive!" So mastery goes out the window.

The Purpose bit seems straight forward enough - Become Well Again. But it's a bit vague, a bit wishy-washy, and also not in my own hands (see above). It's a dream, an aspiration, a hope. But not really a jump-out-of-bed-in-the-morning-I'm-going-to-change-the-future situation. 

So it suits me to throw myself into activities where I do feel I am in charge, I am good at this, I can make a difference. 


It might not be quite what Mark Andrus intended when he wrote this, but cancer makes me want to be a better person. 


In all senses of the word "better".  




*Ooh I'm in trouble when he reads this.....