Sunday 25 February 2024

‽istis re-ponders the pandemic (weekending February 17th 2024)

 

‽istis re-ponders the pandemic (weekending February 24th 2024)

This week ‽istis sat and got off and got on trains delayed, then replaced because of a mechanical fault, and then replaced with a bus due to flooding that scuppered (word chosen advisedly) the rail line, and then missed two connections and arrived much, much later than planned…

But there was also an unexpected conversation on the bus with another passenger travelling on a far longer journey home – and we remembered the pandemic and its accelerating and increasingly obvious and consequential arrival four years ago. We remembered when travel and these types of encounters and chats were banned and perhaps only a law-breaking, deviant, hubristic, exceptionalist, entitled minority partied.

How recently and yet how far ago it perhaps seems? ‘Normal’ has possibly re-established itself and maybe it looks very much like it used to?

And we pondered what had been affected then - including travel and work - by more or less necessary measures taken as people, families, communities and the ship of state navigated relatively uncharted waters – in the same storm but in various boats – more or less seaworthy. And we wondered at personal tragedy and loss, fear, unintended consequences and even unexpected silver linings – and whether on balance it had been for good or ill, how, why and for whom…

·         Education – and all that it can potentially bring and support and promise and provide foundations for - utterly disrupted for so many children and young people?

·         Social interaction - thwarted, mental wellbeing affected?

·         The arts - decimated?

·         Livelihoods – supported for some through furlough, uninterrupted but over-run and over-stretched and over-stressed for others, lost at such a cost for others still?

·         Businesses - some floundered or sunk, some hanging on, some thriving, some exploiting?

·         Military activity, conflict and death rates down perhaps – though the new/old normal situation in various hotspots have perhaps more than made up for that now?

·         Skies quietened, greenhouse gas and Co2 emissions reduced possibly – though the new/old normal still means that a record for global warming has been broken[i] with temperatures exceeding 1.5C across an entire year for the first time.

·         Some habitats - regenerated?

·         Finite resources - used perhaps so often for very finite and non-essential things – used up less quickly?

·         Endangered species - afforded a little respite, reprieve and a chance to replenish?

For good or ill? Is there a calculation to be made? Surely not for those whose lives were lost, the ‘excess deaths’, each one a person. Surely not for the bereaved and the grieving. Surely not for the long-suffering, the still-suffering.

And ‽istis wonders what has been learned or re-thought[ii] from that time - which seems both somehow so recent and somehow so far ago - when for a moment we wondered how different things could or might have to be‽

A good encounter, a good discussion and, eventually, our separate journeys continued with us perhaps, possibly, maybe still pondering and wondering…

©‽istis

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Thursday 15 February 2024

‽istis ponders something perhaps pertaining to other things‽ (weekending February 17th 2024)

 

‽istis ponders something perhaps, possibly, maybe pertaining to other things‽ (weekending February 17th 2024)

This week ‽istis has been pondering something pertaining to other things (and the virtue of having a snappy title)…

We said farewell to a car, pushing just shy of 200,000 miles on the clock. Yes, I know it might have been nice to get there, but actually what is so significant about a round number with lots of 0s on the end - unless it is the rounding of the income and tax paid by the Prime Minister[i]; or the difference in 0s between the pay and benefits of the highest paid compared with the lowest paid in a company, or of the richest small percentage of people and the poorest greater percentage people across the world; or a rounding up – or down – of the % that Gross Domestic Product (GDP) fell by in the last three months of 2023 tipping the UK into recession[ii]?

So, there was a final pat on the bonnet, a final ‘thank you!’ to a (now) inanimate object - fuelled perhaps by a tendency to anthropomorphism from hearing and reading too many ‘Thomas the Tank Engine’[iii] and similar stories (oh what was the name of that plucky rescue helicopter) and the occasional naming of a car - the late lamented ‘Cordelia’, a fine Citröen 2CV named after those anguished lines of King Lear: “Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, / And thou no breath at all?”[iv]

But thanks seemed appropriate:

‽ for important family trips: to weddings, to births, to funerals, carrying ashes, the now very occasional trip when we were all in the car together like in the old days, visits to relatives including for the last time

‽ for lots and lots of work miles

‽ for journeys to and from fun and memorable events: theatre trips, dog walks, days out, holidays, carrying music stuff, visiting friends

‽ for trips for the necessaries – shopping, moving boxes (lots of boxes)

‽ for safe journeys in the snow, in torrential rain, early in the morning, late at night

‽ for reliability – and, by extension, thanks to the designers, the manufacturers and the mechanics. 

There has always been anxiety, regret and a need for an apology, mind: at the fossil fuel required for nearly 200,000 miles of travel; for the emissions – ‘green house’ gases, diesel particulate in particular. There has been a cost… And an apology to the neighbours, for ours was never the cleanest!

Meanwhile, the words of a service assistant at the car’s ‘home’ garage have stayed with me:

“Look after your car and your car will look after you!”

Surely a good line to encourage regular servicing, but ‽istis wonders what might be different if the word ‘car’ was replaced with something else: planet, family, friends, health… and you might like to add your own ideas? A ‘quid pro quo’ formula for life, possibly a little akin to ‘the Golden Rule’[v]?

And we may now have even got back to the weekending’s theme as another news story from this week can perhaps be woven in to support the idea of something pertaining to other things?

A newspaper article highlighted that: ‘One of London’s last remaining gentlemen’s clubs, the Garrick, has taken the highly unusual step of expelling a member, amid rising tensions over the club’s unwillingness to change its men-only membership rules.’[vi]  - not that the quite possibly over-privileged, but necessarily entertaining male members of the Garrick Club[vii] in London may need further publicity.

It is the comment in the article from one member, Stephen Fry, that attracted ‽istis’ attention as apparently ‘Fry acknowledged he felt “ashamed and mortified by the continuing exclusion of women from our club”.’ The content of an email from Stephen Fry is quoted:

“I fear that I’ve been lax about either resigning, campaigning or making any kind of a noise about this. It’s a mixture of indolence and reluctance to get involved in fusses, allied with a natural incompetence at and fear of political infighting, committees, round robins and all the antagonism and heat they generate.”

And as other news (e.g: UN News | Global perspective Human stories) is read, listened to, or watched this week[viii], ‽istis wonders whether Fry’s list of qualities might pertain to other things? Whether

·         being lax about campaigning or making any kind of noise

·         being indolent

·         being reluctant to get involved in fusses

·         having a natural incompetence and fear of political infighting, committees, round robins and all the antagonism and heat they generate

 may constitute an explanation…

            …though not necessarily an excuse‽

©‽istis

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[i] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-68253857 apparently just over £2.2m in earnings and £508,308 of tax…

[iv] https://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/lear/section12/ & with apologies to Citröen, especially after producing such a car! Time for a lovely e-/hybrid re-iteration, please!

[vii] https://www.garrickclub.co.uk/ “…that it would be better that ten unobjectionable men should be excluded than one terrible bore should be admitted…” from the original assurance of the committee.

[viii] Though ‘In many countries across the world, a significant number of people consistently avoid the news, and more broadly, news consumption is declining, interest in news is down, and more occasional selective news avoidance growing.’  https://reutersinstitute.politics.ox.ac.uk/news/five-things-news-media-can-do-respond-consistent-news-avoidance


Thursday 8 February 2024

Pistis ponders other cancer experiences (weekending February 10th 2024)

 

‽istis ponders other cancer experiences (weekending February 10th 2024)

This week ‽istis has been pondering almost anyone else’s[i] experience of cancer…

‽ Those whose progress is not purportedly available via a QR code, real or spoof?[ii]

‽ Those for whom the Prime Minister has not directly expressed shock and sadness.

‽ Those c. 3m people living with cancer in the UK.[iii]

‽ Those for whom a local newspaper (Cambridgeshire Live)[iv] has not set up a facility for readers to post personal messages of support which can be added to an interactive map of the world so that others can see and read them. 1,406 messages left at the time of accessing the website: UK - 817, Sweden - 3, Spain - 5, Israel - 2, Georgia - 1, Australia - 47, India - 5, Venezuela - 1, Kyrgyzstan - 1, Florida - 27, Saskatchewan - 104, S.Africa - 25.

‽ Those for whom the Archbishop of York is not specifically praying.[v]

‽ Those being supported by the 1,683 charities registered with the Charity Commission in England and Wales with the word ‘cancer’ in their title (c.1% of all charities).

‽ Those people living with cancer in Mongolia, the country with the highest rate of cancer deaths for men and women combined at 175.9 people per 100,000; or those women in Zimbabwe, the country with the highest rate of death from cancer in women at 142.9 women per 100,000. [vi]

  Those in the UK living with breast cancer and prostate cancer (the most common forms for women and men respectively).[vii]

‽ Those trying to cope today, right now with some of the side effects of treatment: anaemia, appetite loss, bleeding and bruising (Thrombocytopenia), constipation, delirium, diarrhoea, oedema (Swelling), fatigue, fertility issues, flu-Like Symptoms, hair loss (Alopecia), infection and neutropenia, lymphedema, memory or concentration problems, mouth and throat problems, nausea and vomiting, nerve problems (Peripheral Neuropathy, organ-related inflammation and immunotherapy, pain, sexual health issues, skin and nail changes, sleep problems, urinary and bladder problems…  and that’s the list of potential side effects of the treatments![viii]

‽ Those in the UK among the 25.8% of people who were not told that they had cancer or if cancer was definitively excluded, within four weeks (28-days) of an urgent referral under the 28-day ‘Faster Diagnosis’ standards. Those in the UK among the 8.9% of people whose first or subsequent treatment did not begin within 31 days of receiving a decision to treat/earliest clinically under the ‘31-day Combined’ standards. Those in the UK among the 35.1% of people in the UK who did not begin their first definitive treatment of cancer within 62 days of an urgent suspected cancer referral, breast symptomatic referral, urgent screening referral or a consultant upgrade under the ‘62-day Combined’ standards.[ix]

‽ Those people whose diagnoses will be delayed because of conflict, war and the destruction of hospitals and clinics; those people whose cancer treatment has been disrupted and prevented by conflict, war and the destruction of hospitals and clinics; those who will die prematurely from cancer as a result of conflict and war, if the conflict and war does not kill them even more prematurely…

‽ Those people who are terrified, or resigned, or indeed battling, or regretful, or somehow content, or hoping against hope, or fearing that there is nothing more, or believing that there is more and better, or prepared, or unprepared, or still in shock, or who do not go gentle or who indeed go gentle...

‽ Those people who work and volunteer in the more than 200 hospices supported by Hospice UK across the UK who care for more than 300,000 dying people and their families every year[x] - and who work or volunteer in the nearly 9,000 ‘Hospices & Palliative Care Centers’ businesses in the US.[xi]

‽ Those friends and relatives who care.

‽ Those friends and relatives of the c.460 people in the UK who, very sadly, will die today of cancer.[xii]

‽ Those doctors, nurses, specialist health and allied professionals, researchers, public health professionals, drug manufacturers, awareness raisers and many, many others who have played a part over the last decade in helping to decrease mortality rates for all cancers combined by a tenth (10%) in the UK (rates in females have decreased by 9%, rates in males have decreased by 12%, 2017-2019 statistics).[xiii]

‽ Those who, unlike some, may just not get the best treatment available, for one reason or another…

And as ‽istis finishes typing this, strangely, the song ‘So to Speak’[xiv] sung by Sting and Becky Unthanks from Sting’s musical ‘The Ship’ plays…  

Given the remarkable and genuine serendipity (c.1,600 songs on 'shuffle' mode), a full citing of the somewhat no-holds barred lyrics seems appropriate:

Father O’Brian

They're seriously saying it's prolonging me life,

If I'll only submit to the surgical knife?

But what are the odds on a month or a week?

When the betting shop's closing its doors, so to speak.

When you're tied to a pump and a breathing machine,

With their X-rays and probes and their monitor screens,

And they'll wake ye up hungry, saying "How do ye feel?"

And then you're stuffed full of pills and a barium meal.

 

Prolonging me life? Now that's some kind of joke!

I'd be laughing me head off and I'd probably choke.

The spirit's still willing but the rest of me's weak,

Now the bets are all off and the prospects look bleak,

When you're laid like a piece of old meat on the slab,

And they'll cut and they'll slice, and they'll poke and they'll jab,

And they'll grill ye and burn ye, and they'll wish ye good health,

With their radium, chemo and God knows what else?

 

Well ye can't fault the science, though the logic is weak,

Is it really an eternal life we should seek?

That ship has sailed,

That ship has sailed,

That ship has already sailed...So to speak.

 

Our mission is more than a struggle for breath,

For a few extra rounds in a fight to the death.

When our mission is love, and compassion and grace,

It's not a test of endurance, or a marathon race.

For love is the sabre, and love is the shield,

Love is the only true power we wield,

An eternal love is all ye should seek,

That ship will be ready to sail...So to speak.

 

Meg

I hear what you're saying 'cos I've heard it before,

But I'm afraid if I let what is past through my door,

How long would he stay, a month or a week,

When that ship has already sailed, so to speak?

Should I settle for something that's safe on this Earth?

What would it profit me, what is it worth?

If I lose something precious, completely unique?

 

Meg & O'Brian

When it's only eternity's love we should seek,

 

Meg & O'Brian

For when that ship sails, and the course has been set,

And the wind's in the offing and the sails have been let,

And the hatches are full, and the hull doesn't leak,

And the ship is all ready to sail...So to speak.

 

O'Brian

I'm tired and fading and losing the light,

And I've no way to tell if it's day or it's night,

 

Meg

Follow your heart, it's the harbour ye seek.

 

O'Brian

And this ship is ready to sail,

This ship is ready to sail,

 

Meg & O'Brian

This ship is ready to sail...So to speak.

 

Much more to ponder…

©‽istis

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