Postscript: Five Years Later: The Final Cut
Posted by Andrew | Filed under Cancer Diary, Commentary, General, Health, Humour, Living in Korea, Uncategorized
One of the involvements that I have been having recently, as part of a burgeoning interest in Stoicism as a philosophy of life, is of writing my reflections upon a question or proposition twice a day; the practice of Stoic (reflective) journalling. Twice a day, I record my responses to philosophical cues from Ryan Holiday’s “Daily Stoic Journal”, although not without gaps at present.
Philosophy, however, represents a reflective space, which can be highly personal, where the strands of one’s life can converge with new ideas, and in which new ideas can be introduced; and in this environment, the worth of those ideas can be compared. This is where the Journal comes in.
Here, finally, then, with something of a Stoic background, I am thinking about the post-experiential recollection and response to a health issue long after the event, essentially bringing my cancer narrative to a close. When they give you the Bad News, how should one respond? Is cancer cause for humour?
Tumour humour, much?
After some five years of completing the post-operative monitoring and being essentially cleared of cancer last December (with the obligatory you-know-what stuffed up my posterior), I recently found myself considering an odd question, late at night (well, I was lying in bed at the time, what a surprise!): after all, the cancer was not, and could not be, the only bad or stressful experience that I would face in my life. Also, I had recently passed the age of sixty, and despite the fact that since that time, I had been put on some half a dozen drugs for my blood pressure, biologically, at least, I seemed to be sound and stable – or, at least, as “sound and stable” as one might be, taking half a dozen drugs a day… it sounds worse than it really is. Really.
However, this led me to ask myself the question: years later, when a life-threatening condition would be in the increasingly remote past, how should I look back and react to it? An analogy might be with the kind of “gallows humour” one encounters among people who have dangerous occupations; some levity, however odd, relieves at least a little of the immediate stress.
Obviously, when I was first told that I had bowel cancer, considered to be a high risk, I was not exactly overjoyed: I had had a sudden, intense existential threat thrust into my face, and perhaps I need not suggest here how great the shock factor might be. The days immediately thereafter, when everyone around me was getting on with his or her own life basically as normal, seemed somewhat surreal. In much the same way that young people talk about death as a strange and remote thing, I had always thought of cancer as something that was unlikely to happen to me, yet here it was. Be warned, people: cancer strikes fifty per cent. of us before we finally kick the jolly old bucket. It could be you… actually, it probably will be.
Now… as I have become increasingly involved with considerations of Stoic philosophy recently, this suddenly came to the forefront of my thinking, as it seems to parallel the notion that emotional reactions to external stimuli are not necessarily appropriate, if only because most things in life are deemed by many mature people as not being worthy of comment. It is, to be honest, hard to not recall these things sometimes, as the human mind has a habit of recycling ideas and experiences, but there are definite benefits, as this helps to guard against forgetfulness. We should, however, remember this golden rule: not everything you see in life is worthy of comment. Learn, instead, to laugh inside with maybe a wry smile to yourself. Laughter will always take away some of your own stress. Don’t try to share it with or explain it to others, as they will probably take it in the wrong sense, and you may even find yourself ostracised as a result. People are funny like that; there are too many strange (or otherwise bizarrely self-indulgent and narcissistic) people in society.
Stress itself is a known cause (or contributory factor) of cancer, and we can hardly suggest that daily life is lacking in stressful elements – if you are foolish enough to have the TV on for any length of time, the news media (which you actually pay for, back in the UK), is non-stop stressful propaganda. I sometimes feel that people could get cancer just from too much time spent immobile watching the goggle box. No kidding! The bullshit is both constant and unbearable; the most sensible thing to do is turn it off. Hence, very often here in Korea, as I try to get new apartments of the unfurnished variety and do not have a television of my own, I will simply get the Internet hooked up and not worry about it. I will choose what pabulum my mind should receive, thank you very much. Some unfurnished apartments, like the current one, may come with a TV, but I basically ignore it.
TV needs to be avoided because it is populated by a strange caste of narcissists, and these are also a group who should be excluded from your life, as their presence is a great source of stress. Especially if one of these is someone you actually admire, ask yourself whether what they do presents a realistic or even acceptable example of social behaviour. Also, does their behaviour or attitude represent a benefit to wider society? Probably not. Sadly, our civilisation has begun on its downward slope and we are about to witness a huge decline and fall. The narcissists are a parasitic class who produce little of value (but typically value themselves and their opinions rather highly, so go figure), but slowly burden society down until it is unable to rise again, like ticks infesting an old pasture horse until it suddenly drops dead. Turn off the TV and keep them out of your living room. Their dubious doings are no concern of yours.
When it comes to philosophy, Stoicism is too often regarded as encouraging an attitude of detachment and possibly even emotionlessness in the face of what many would call suffering or misfortune, but in reality, the original Stoics were people who rejoiced in life; despite the bad experiences that they encountered, the Stoics asked themselves what they were (or should be) grateful for; was life completely bad, or did they still have things which were good, which they should remember even as the misfortune was perhaps upon them? The popular perception of Stoicism is incorrect, and is the result of ignorance.
When we remember the origins of Stoicism with the death of Socrates, the reactions of his admirers and followers and, indeed, the passage of Stoic philosophy through generations of thinkers such as Marcus Aurelius, we need to remember that the backdrop to their experience of daily life, of what it meant to be human, was in a world very different from the world we know today. There was undeniably a greater opportunity for suffering in a society with not only slavery and plebeian poverty but also a culture in which punishment was often almost synonymous with entertainment; also, reading Suetonius’ account of the lives of the Caesars makes it very clear that being in a position of privilege or wealth in ancient Rome was no real defence against either persecution or sudden death.
Life in those days required a certain amount of fortitude simply to exist and survive in a world where death could come at any moment, whether at the hands of an interlocutor with ill intent or due to the relatively primitive state of medicine; as history shows, even the emperors of Rome were not immune, as even their own bodyguards could turn on them at a moment’s notice. Ancient societies necessarily persisted at the point of the sword, infant mortality was high and they did not have the advantage of such things as antibiotics in the event of diseases. Since life could be snatched away in an instant, people needed not only to live in the moment, but also to reflect upon whether they were actually making good use of their time and having good plans for an uncertain future. When a Stoic spoke about “gratitude”, you can be sure that at least part of what they were grateful for was the simple joy of being able to wake up the next morning to experience another additional day of being alive. Ironically, the main threat to the original Stoics was that they were misperceived as seditious malcontents, when in fact they were more concerned with how a good life could be lived.
As the ultimate origin of what we now call “Stoicism” was with Socrates, let’s not forget what was probably his most important assertion: that an unexamined life was not worth living. When we are confronted with the Bad News, perhaps, in a Socratic vein, we should be asking ourselves what kind of lessons we will have learned in its aftermath, when we have the opportunity of a post-experiential examination of what happened, and how it should inform our thinking in the future. Socrates would probably berate us as contemptible fools, destined to live our lives in suffering and ignorance, if we took little or no time to consider the lessons that the experience had brought us.
In a developed modern society, surrounded by the products of advanced technology and medicine, it is perhaps too easy to fall into the illusion of a kind of virtual immortality; indeed, so many of us seem to live as if we think death will never come. The ancient Romans knew this, and their watchword was “memento mori”: “remember that you must die”. We are all mortal and irrespective of our individual desires or intentions, death is something that we must all face in the end. In such circumstances, there is at the same time not only irony in laughing at past misfortunes, but also optimism in the realisation that we were strong enough to endure them. Paradoxically, perhaps, the experience also gives us strength and hope when other misfortunes strike – experience which we can share with others when they are likewise affected. It was hard when the crisis was upon us, but the outcome was that we discovered what strength we could summon up from deep within ourselves when we needed it most. What we discovered was, in fact, that we had more strength than we ever imagined; strength such as is difficult to explain to others. The medicine and science are great and all, but without an appropriate Socratic self-examination after the fact, perhaps, nothing would have been learned.
It is not without reason that we speak of “cancer survivors”, even with the benefits of modern medical technology, but unfortunately, we cannot avoid the inevitable. In the twenty-one years since I left the UK, the older members of my extended family have also been passing to the great beyond, something that I could not fail to notice; medicine can only take us so far before biology strikes. They did not all die of cancer, but due to a range of the afflictions of old age. We must learn to see these things as signals from the future; yes, the passing of our friends and family is always deeply saddening, but in the face of that which cannot be avoided, perhaps we should be celebrating the achievements by which they will be remembered. The mourning itself passes eventually, and they live on in the memories of those who survive them. However, we all go the same way, in the end. Memento mori.
At the time, when my own cancer was diagnosed, I had no idea what would happen in the period of days leading up to the operation, or indeed whether the actual end was looming. I shared a very small ward space with six other male patients who were at different stages of progression. As smoking is still very prevalent in Korea, there was no doubt in my mind that this was responsible for the condition in at least some of my temporary cohabitees, and with some of them, the progression was clearly advanced and it was affecting their minds. Outside, the weather was cold, as it was now early January, and as I was waiting to have my operation, I would watch the snow falling past the ward window, which was a strange contrast with the surprisingly high temperature that was maintained indoors, and which kept me constantly sweaty. [1] Of course, a single room was possible, but I was told that the cost was some KRW450,000 a night, so that decision was kind of already made for me… the others would simply have to put up with my snoring…
One might also comment that there is an element of fatalism in abandoning oneself to whatever is to come, yet assenting to an operation is not a guarantee of survival. We place our trust in the surgeon, but there is no absolute certainty of returning alive from anaesthesia; some abandonment and casting oneself upon the seas of fate is a requirement in such circumstances, not a choice. As it happens, the operation proceeded as planned and I was transported back to my bed with a load of catheters and cannulae inserted at various points (not to mention the Fecal Diversion Device itself), which rather hampered both easy movement and routine hygiene; but I persisted. It seemed the right thing to do at the time…
Over five years after the event, I find myself often reflecting upon that brief encounter with mortality with varying amounts of humour, sometimes rather dark, maybe still maintaining the typical human delusion in my mind of immortality, even as the reality creeps ever closer, considering that I have now reached the age of sixty. However, it is because I made a choice that I am able to sit here, typing this on my tablet; and because I made that choice, and did not succumb to a kind of paralytic indecision at a moment when mortality beckoned, I am free to continue my life as I wish, at least, for as long as it lasts. Perhaps this is, in fact, the most important take-away from the experience: it’s not the odd humour itself but the surviving and being able to indulge in the humour, because without the former, the latter is impossible. Socrates was right; you learned something there.
What, then, can I offer by way of advice to anyone who has such a circumstance thrust upon them?
Firstly, let me express due gratitude to Professor Kim Jae-hwang, the surgeon, his team, and the ladies and gentlemen on the ward, who all put up with an odd foreigner with grace and dignity. Secondly, let me express my gratitude to my ex-manager at Times Media, Jamie, who did not hesitate to get me to an initial specialist’s examination when the symptoms became severe. Let me, thirdly, express my gratitude to another lady who stepped in to countersign the necessary forms when another had promised to do so, but did not turn up as agreed. I need not mention her name here, but her signature was probably the most vital component in all of this.
My final advice might be something like this: survival is manifested as a consequence of many things, many factors, perhaps many choices, but when mortality calls, you must make the decision, and don’t be afraid. If the price of your indecision is death, it is still a choice that you must make; as we saw above, greater minds than yours have been taxed by similar situations in times past, and did not waste time on it. They were no more welcoming of the inevitable than you, but understood that they were free to choose; and what followed from their choices became history. Moral (perhaps): make the right choice, and maybe you won’t be history…
… you want to be able to look back, many years later, and laugh; recalling that time when death came to call, and was denied…
… and be grateful.
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[1] In fact, I had to collect my urine each time I went to relive myself, as they were monitoring this output. The trouble, of course, was that I was sweating so much that this would distort any figures that they were calculating.
Towards the Alternative Tech Life (I)
Posted by Andrew | Filed under A Farewell to Authority, Commentary, Computing, Environment, General, Health, The Destruction of History, Uncategorized
As regular readers may know, I have been trying (not altogether successfully, alas) to escape the demesne of the evil Bill G. and his hangers-on ever since leaving benighted Blighty. The most interesting aspect of this, right now, adventures with Linux aside, is what is happening to both what have come to be referred to as the “legacy media” and, indeed, to YouTube itself. Recent events and the behaviour of YT themselves have started to make it crystal clear what is happening, at the same time fuelling the rise of alternative media. It would all be so amusing if it were not so serious.
One thing which has emerged on the Internet since way-back-when is the desire of individuals to upload all kinds of goofy shit to the Internet. Originally there were few suitable outlets, so when YT came along, people naturally thought that this was an ideal place for their video material, and gradually said material became longer in duration and more intense (although not necessarily more “serious”) in terms of content. In recent years, however, we have been seeing that these outlets are in fact a form of social control, and the more serious (and relevant) content producers have been sidelined, banned and forced to resort to alternative means to get their message out. All I can say is that this is a very good trend, as YT itself seeks to become ever more irrelevant and to imitate the failing model of legacy media, which fewer and fewer seem to want to subscribe to because it no longer has content (or viewpoints) which relate to theirs.
Now I have subscribed to a lot of these alternative platforms over the last few years for one reason or another, the main reason being that, for whatever reason they may have, the legacy media are conspicuously controlled by a group (or groups) who clearly do not have the well-being of the various nations at heart: someone’s agenda is being played out and the media are suspiciously compliant and supportive of that agenda.
There have been many recent cases where serious incidents have occurred and the mainstream (“lamestream”) media have not reported them at all; it’s like an ongoing malaise which affects everyone, but especially the brain-dead normie types for whom media always report the truth and cannot be questioned. As an example, large-scale food repositories across the US have been (and continue to be) subject to sudden acts of what appear to be arson – suddenly and inexplicably catching fire, therefore depriving whole local populations downstream of food supplies.
The latest incarnation of this has been an outbreak of train crashes. You may perhaps have heard of the recent vinyl chloride shipment crashing in Ohio and the decision of the local authorities to actually set light to the shipment, ostensibly to prevent the containers from exploding, but little is being said about the disastrous effects of this not only to the locals and their wildlife and water courses, but also the eastward progression of the polluted air towards the Atlantic. Joker has recently put a video out about this and you should watch it:
While it remains the case that there is a lot of fine material still available on YT, it is increasingly a place where anyone who has a message in conflict with their policies can be demonetised and even de-platformed, for reasons which are often arbitrary and unavailable for public scrutiny; science there is often a domain dominated by virtue signallers who are merely acting as propagandists for some official paradigm, and who essentially present as brain-dead repeaters.
Against this backdrop, a whole range of new platforms have arisen to which creators on YT have increasingly been taking resort as it has become less possible to air their material and views there. I thoroughly recommend you to get away from YT and find out where so many well-established creators have set themselves up. You will not be disappointed!
The End of Cash… Maybe…
Posted by Andrew | Filed under A Farewell to Authority, Breakfast in the Ruins, Commentary, General, Gripes, Health, Living in Korea
Sitting here in what might laughingly be called a “living room” on a Saturday morning after a painful and traumatic week, when everything seemed to go wrong… but as I was practising some bodily manoeuvres this morning for the alleviation of leg pain, something interesting suddenly dawned on me…
Last Wednesday, I started to have trouble with what now appears to be a sciatica-related condition (I spent this morning digging up videos about this and applying the knowledge, and surprisingly, so far at least, I have not yet felt the need to reach for the analgesic and muscle relaxant pills I was prescribed this Monday). By Friday night last week it had become excruciating, but as it could hardly be described as “life-threatening”, I decided to wait until Monday morning before trying to hit the San Carollo Hospital and see if a consultant could enlighten me.
As it happened, by that time it had proven possible to mitigate the pain, but this basically meant staying in bed, and even then I would still get painful sessions. Clearly, something had to be done, because I had to be back in work on Tuesday. However, it represented an opportunity to re-acquaint myself with my collection of Elric novels, which my sister had sent to me from England previously…
The trouble was that I had already had a minor disaster in the form of the expiration of my debit card. Calling (eventually) Nonghyup representatives and also hitting a local small branch of the bank a couple of times, I discovered that, firstly, I could not have the card reissued until I started a new E2 visa renewal (!) and secondly, the local branch could not even issue a new ATM card because they were only a small local franchise office; therefore, I had to basically travel halfway across Suncheon, by taxi, of course (because there is no direct bus route there), on a late Friday morning, to the branch where my replacement debit card (replacing the one that I lost shortly after arriving here) had been supplied earlier last year. Obviously, they had no problem at that point because I had just signed a new contract and extended my visa. However, I had also to be in work by about 1:30 that afternoon, at the latest, and what a surprise, there were only two clerks behind the counter (complete with those unnecessary plastic screens due to an unscientific, superstitious and factually unprovable concept of disease transmission), and progress was painfully slow. I think I had to wait almost an hour before more clerks came back to their desks, and then things changed; but there was a preponderance of older customers who needed to undertake certain financial tasks and they all seemed to be taking forever; one elderly female customer, at the desk right in front of me, kept jumping up and down all the time, for no apparent reason, and I swear that everyone else there was feeling the same; impatient. I took a ticket and sat there waiting, and there were eleven other customers waiting before me…
Thankfully, everything was smoothed out rapidly: first a new ATM card was issued, then I got my Nonghyup phone app reactivated (because a damaged battery forced me to get a new phone recently, which turned out to be a whole other story on its own), and finally, halleluyah! – I was able to get a new bank book… why? Well, it turns out that when Times Media took me back in 2019, they asked me for my current bank book to get my account details… and I never saw it again. As a result, for the last four years, I have been conducting all of my finances through a set of ATMs, never needing the clerks at all; at the same time, in transiting between various locations, it also looks like I lost my old ATM card as well!
A stressful and painful morning, to be sure, but I got all of the results that were possible, if not actually desirable. I will discuss what I think will be the ultimate sequelae of this briefly later, but for now, let me add that as the new academic year approaches, my manager has been rearranging students between classes according to language level, and it has been chaos. While all of this has been happening, I have been in agony, as repetitive strains have exacerbated my condition; even the powerful analgesic prescribed for me by Doctor Choi at San Carollo, plus his prescribed muscle relaxant, could not alleviate the pain completely, but at least it was not as bad as the previous Friday.
However, this succession of misfortunes has made me recognise something: there is a lot of talk these days about how banks and governments want to transition to all-electronic finances in order to avoid the need for physical money (and thereby, also, conveniently control people in a way that cannot be resisted). I have seen several flaws in this here in Korea, the first being that when I was living in Daegu and using a travel card before receiving my first Nonghyup Bazik debit card; it didn’t seem to be possible, at the subway station, to reload the travel card electronically, but the machine had to be fed cash, and this meant, of course, paper money… which was strange because I had had a number of these RFID devices for some years and never had any problem paying for them at, say, a local convenience store using the Bazik card; no problem.
Now, a second idea has struck me: how will a universal, purely electronic system be possible when banks have rules which prevent the issuance of the cards necessary to use that system? Admittedly, my case is different because I am not a Korean national, and the process is therefore affected by the need for a sufficiently long visa, but does this not start to take on the appearance of an unexpected showstopper? Will this result in prosecutions, as customers will easily be able to demonstrate that the refusal to issue is unreasonable? Personally, I do not think that the idea of having a glass-coated RFID device subcutaneously is a particularly good idea (although some people, particularly in places like Sweden, seem to like the concept of having the Mark of the Beast on their bodies; I think these people are more lefty mind-slave types), and the practicalities of such systems (in terms of there being a necessary minimum transaction size for any payment to be practical) seem to suggest to me that either the system cannot be one hundred per cent. penetrant, or alternatively, that certain types of transactions will become impossible (due to a lower limit on transaction size imposed by overall cost) and will actually disappear because notes and small change will no longer be available for them… or perhaps this is actually what “somebody” wants?
