The price of experience : writings on living with cancer
Transcript of The price of experience : writings on living with cancer
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OR Bookswww.orbooks.comCover design by Bathcat Ltd.Cover photograph © Picsfive
Diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a type of blood cancer, six years ago,
Mike Marqusee was at first reluctant to write about such a private
condition. But he came to realize that writing provided a precious conti-
nuity with his work before the disease. It also allowed him to address a
variety of insidious platitudes that surround illness, often connected to
the individualistic idea that the sufferer must be “brave”.
And so Marqusee began to write about his symptoms and feelings,
the responses of friends to the news that he was ill, and the way these
reflected broader attitudes. He described the political struggles occurring
in the London hospital that continues to care for him, and the crisis in
Britain’s National Health Service (NHS). Big Pharma, whose drugs keep
Marqusee alive but which are sold to the NHS at extortionate prices,
fell under particularly astringent scrutiny.
The observations about cancer in these pages are never trite or
sentimental. Rather they are acute, impassioned and political. And they
convey important, shared truths, both personal and social, about an
illness that will affect one in three people.
M I K E M A R Q U S E E is an American-born writer, journalist and
political activist who has lived in Britain since 1971. He is the author of
numerous books including If I Am Not for Myself: Journey of an Anti-
Zionist Jew, Wicked Messenger: Bob Dylan and the Sixties, Redemption
Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties, Anyone but England:
An Outsider Looks at English Cricket, a novel, Slow Turn, and a
collection of poetry, Street Music.
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E X P E R I E N C E
W R I T I N G S
O N L I V I N G
W I T H C A N C E R
M I K E M A R Q U S E E
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OR Bookswww.orbooks.comCover design by Bathcat Ltd.Cover photograph © Picsfive
Diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a type of blood cancer, six years ago,
Mike Marqusee was at first reluctant to write about such a private
condition. But he came to realize that writing provided a precious conti-
nuity with his work before the disease. It also allowed him to address a
variety of insidious platitudes that surround illness, often connected to
the individualistic idea that the sufferer must be “brave.”
And so Marqusee began to write about his symptoms and feelings,
the responses of friends to the news that he was ill, and the way these
reflected broader attitudes. He described the political struggles occurring
in the London hospital that continues to care for him, and the crisis in
Britain’s National Health Service (NHS). Big Pharma, whose drugs keep
Marqusee alive but which are sold to the NHS at extortionate prices,
fell under particularly astringent scrutiny.
The observations about cancer in these pages are never trite or
sentimental. Rather they are acute, impassioned, and political. And
they convey important, shared truths, both personal and social, about
an illness that will affect one in three people.
M I K E M A R Q U S E E is an American-born writer, journalist, and
political activist who has lived in Britain since 1971. He is the author of
numerous books including If I Am Not for Myself: Journey of an Anti-
Zionist Jew, Wicked Messenger: Bob Dylan and the Sixties, Redemption
Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties, Anyone but England:
An Outsider Looks at English Cricket, a novel, Slow Turn, and a
collection of poetry, Street Music.
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A L S O B Y M I K E M A R Q U S E E
Anyone But England: An Outsider Looks at English Cricket
War Minus the Shooting: A Journey through South Asia during Cricket’s World Cup
Redemption Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties
Wicked Messenger: Bob Dylan and the 1960s
If I Am Not for Myself: Journey of an Anti-Zionist Jew
Saved by a Wandering Mind (poems)
Street Music (poems)
For an archive of the author’s writings see www.mikemarqusee.com
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W R I T I N G S O N
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M I K E M A R Q U S E E
OR Books
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© 2014 Mike Marqusee
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C O N T E N T S
An Introduction
Prologue: The Hospital’s Story
A Conscript in the “War on Cancer”
A Tale of Two Health Systems
The Politics of Hypocrisy
False Economies
An Education in Dependency
The Complicated Business of Surviving
Memento Mori
A Crisis Contrived
Talking About Cancer
Surprisingly, I’m Still Alive
Held Hostage by Big Pharma
Credits
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What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer . . .
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
—William Blake, The Four Zoas
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A N I N T R O D U C T I O N
When I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma in 2007,
I vowed to friends that I would not add to the surfeit
of cancer confessionals. I had other topics to write
about and surely nothing to add on this one, which was
already extensively and expertly covered. It’s a promise
I should have known I would not be able to keep.
Reconstructing the early phases of the illness-
treatment (at the level of individual experience, it’s
impossible to disentangle one from the other) is diffi-
cult for me. But I do remember the day I first heard the
diagnosis “cancer.”
I had been feeling pains in my chest and lower
back for months and feeling ever more unwell in an all-
encompassing way I couldn’t explain, to myself or the
doctors. The chest pains were confusing: located not
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in but over and around the heart. I had reached a stage
where I was desperate for a diagnosis, any diagnosis (or
so I thought).
When the GP phoned to ask me to come to the
clinic to discuss my blood test results, I knew the news
would not be good. I wasn’t shocked when he explained
that the test revealed a high level of something called
“paraproteins,” indicative of a malignancy. He also
observed that I looked terrible, and referred me to the
nearby Homerton Hospital for urgent examination.
Before we parted he wrote “paraprotein” down on a
slip of paper. At home, I looked it up on the Internet. The
connection with multiple myeloma was prominent. I had
vaguely heard of this disease, but knew absolutely noth-
ing about it. That moment marked the beginning of what
became a long and continuing process of education.
Later that afternoon, at the Homerton, the exam-
ination was thorough and therefore, in a way, reas-
suring. My heart and lungs were fine and my blood
pressure was normal. But when they prodded, as they
had to, the places in my rib-cage and in my pelvis
where, I later learned, the myeloma lesions had formed,
the pain was acute and I had to give it voice. A strange
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colloquy followed. Whenever the doctor prodded a
sensitive spot, I uttered a loud involuntary “Ouch!”
“Sorry!” she responded apologetically. “That’s okay,”
I reassured her. Round and round we went. “Ouch!”
“Sorry!” “That’s okay!” The doctors made it clear that
I had “a very serious illness” and would have to go to
the haemoncology unit at Barts for specialist treat-
ment. But, they said, I wasn’t dying from it just then,
and could go home with my painkillers. Which, by this
point, was all I really wanted to hear.
Throughout the day I had been wondering how and
when I should tell Liz, my partner, what the last few
hours had revealed. I rang her at work and said that I
was at the Homerton but was okay, and I’d explain it
all when we met. My tone was light, even cheerful. She
agreed to meet me at the hospital so that we could go
home together, and when she arrived, I suggested we sit
in the hospital café, where I would fill her in on the day’s
developments. I was smiling, as if it would be an amus-
ing shaggy dog story. I started out by telling her the
good news: there was nothing wrong with my heart or
lungs. I look back and laugh at myself. Who was I kid-
ding? Who was I trying to protect? It was a silly thing
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to do to Liz, who at first took my reassuring noises at
face value. When I got to the cancer part, everything
changed.
In the days that followed, my mood was volatile. At
times I felt a strange calm and clarity. I walked through
my neighbourhood streets, observed the distracted bustle
of traffic and pedestrians, and was powerfully impressed
with the idea that the larger pattern of life would go on
without me. I felt sadness, but no panic. At other times,
I was gripped by a cold terror. I walked down the same
streets, observed the same things, but felt that larger pat-
tern of life as a terrible condemnation, a standing rejection
of my failed organism. As I passed groups of boisterous
children, I was overwhelmed by a fear that I would some-
how contaminate them, that they would be well advised
to steer clear of me. About this time the young cricketer
Stuart Broad was making a big impression for England
in a series against India. The then-21-year-old all-rounder
was strong, fit, and unabashedly confident in his own
body. I couldn’t stand the sight of him and had to turn
away from the television. He was a picture of blooming
good health and future promise, both of which I had
lost and would never regain. I hated him for that. For a
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moment I was frightened that I wouldn’t be able to watch
cricket on television any more—which for me would have
been an irreparable loss.
Those contrasting moods soon became less extreme,
but I don’t think I’ve ever arrived at a completely settled
outlook on the whole experience. That’s at least partly
because the experience keeps changing. One phase has
followed another and none has been what I expected.
It’s not just that there are good days and bad days, good
months and bad months; it’s that they become good
or bad in different ways. The relationship between the
illness, the treatment, and my responses to both is
always shifting, posing new issues, problems, ques-
tions. I seem to be in a permanent process of adjust-
ment, though thankfully the pace of change has slowed
in recent years.
The illness has its own chronology, a separate
time moving forward at an uneven rate. Hours, days,
months, years don’t stand in their usual proportions.
Sadly, it also has a teleology, proceeding inexorably
towards an end point.
I didn’t start writing about cancer until more
than two years after I’d begun treatment. I didn’t feel
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particularly compelled to share my miseries with
strangers. In fact, a reluctance to do so was one of
the reasons it took me a while to address the subject.
Much of what any seriously ill person endures is pri-
vate and intimate. Part of the burden of illness is hav-
ing to allow strangers access to these realms. The great
majority of the nurses, doctors, and technicians who’ve
treated me have been sensitive to this, but still, it’s one
of the costs of the condition. Admitting a much larger
circle of strangers into this realm by writing about it
made me feel dangerously exposed.
But eventually I did start writing about it. I had to.
First, because writing itself was a precious continu-
ity with “life before cancer.” While so many of my other
capacities had been taken away from me, I could still
write. And writing about my condition became a means
of contact with the larger world which I found increas-
ingly out of physical reach. It enabled me to engage with
that world as a participant, not just a passive spectator.
Secondly, I was dissatisfied and often irritated by
the platitudes surrounding cancer. Some of these, it
seemed to me, contained insidious messages that had
to be challenged, if only for the sake of my own mental
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health. The whole individualistic, affirmative tenor of
the cancer discussion seemed unreal, a burden people
in my situation could do without.
One of my fears has been that I will gradually be
reduced to being nothing but a cancer patient. I imagine
myself losing my grip on the world. I imagine that world
being narrowed down to my immediate discomforts.
I had a taste of this when I underwent an autologous
stem-cell transplant: preoccupied moment by moment
with my bodily misery, all other hopes and concerns
extinguished.
A cancer diagnosis marks a sharp discontinuity
in life, but it doesn’t mean you cease being who you
were before you had cancer: the passions, engage-
ments, anxieties, prejudices, bad habits do not sud-
denly become redundant. I did not want to treat the
cancer as something entirely separate from everything
else of concern to me. In reflecting on my experience,
I’ve done so not just as a cancer patient but as a citizen
and human being enmeshed in a network of relation-
ships. I have always been keen to avoid compartmen-
talising my various interests, and have found that the
most fruitful approach to any subject was to break
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down the categories into which it was usually fitted.
That approach acquired extra urgency when I turned
to writing about cancer.
The illness and the treatment have been unavoid-
ably prominent features of my life, but they have not
been experienced in isolation. As it happened, the onset
of my disease coincided with the financial crisis. Since
then it’s followed its refractory course through years of
economic recession and increasingly cruel austerity. As
readers will see, that’s more than just a “background”
to me. Living with cancer has confirmed the feminist
adage that “the personal is political.” These very pri-
vate experiences could not be separated from very pub-
lic issues: in particular, the government’s remorseless
attack on the NHS, and, more generally, the way ill-
ness, death, and vulnerability are treated in our society.
But I didn’t start writing about cancer with any larger
project in mind. The pieces in this book are all responses
to particular occasions, news stories, or commissions.
The common themes emerged only in retrospect.
Looking back, the experience has deepened my
understanding of our mutual dependence and my hos-
tility to the ideology that denies this. It’s also intensified
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my commitment to an egalitarian and cooperative social
order, not as a distant utopia, but as an urgent require-
ment of the hour. Of course, all of that is an extension
of political values developed long before cancer entered
my life. But as the disease unfolded, what I found was
that, far from becoming abstract or irrelevant, those
values acquired a greater force and reality. I do wonder
how a ruggedly individualistic ideology can survive the
cancer experience, though I know that it does. What an
effort of denial that must involve!
At the same time, perhaps paradoxically, the expe-
rience has given me a new appreciation of the precious-
ness of independence. Much of a cancer patient’s life is
taken up with a struggle for autonomy—in relation to
institutions, professionals, caregivers, medications. It’s
a hard and often unsuccessful struggle, but then so is
any real struggle for freedom, which, I’ve learned, is
about much more than physical mobility.
I’ve been encouraged and often touched by the
warm response to my articles from people who’ve had
their own experiences of cancer and serious illness. I was
also humbled. In comment threads and through emails,
individuals recounted and reflected on the most acute
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suffering and loss. Their circumstances and illnesses
were often much worse than mine—except that I’ve
learned there really is no hierarchy of suffering.
The poet Heinrich Heine spent his last years con-
fined to bed by a mysterious and brutal illness. After a
long and tortuous intellectual journey, he had eventu-
ally arrived at his own highly personalised belief in a god
who served for him a special purpose. “Thank God that
I have a God again,” he wrote to a friend, “so that in
extreme pain I can allow myself to curse and blaspheme.
The atheist is denied such solace.” I’ve sometimes regret-
ted not having a divine power I can curse and blaspheme.
The powers of this world will have to suffice.
—LON DON, DECEM BER 2013
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P R O L O G U E : T H E H O S P I T A L’ S S T O R Y
AUGUST 20 09
St Bartholomew’s Hospital—known to Londoners for
generations simply as Barts—has a claim to being the
world’s longest-established provider of free medical care
to the poor, having been founded in 1123 by a penitent
Norman courtier as a priory hospital on the edge of what
was then the walled City of London. Following Henry
VIII’s dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, the citizenry
of London petitioned the king to save the hospital. He
granted it to the Corporation of the City of London and
it continued as a municipal institution until 1948, when it
was absorbed into the new National Health Service.
Having been diagnosed some months ago with
an illness that requires frequent visits to hospital for
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complex treatments, I’ve been spending much of my life
these days at Barts. Not far from St Paul’s Cathedral,
I enter via the 1702 gateway—a little gem of English
baroque—past the unadorned solid square tower of the
thirteenth-century priory Church, under the North
Wing with its Hogarth murals, and into the compact
eighteenth-century square, designed by James Gibbs
to provide a cloister-like retreat for patients and staff.
It’s now an unprepossessing carpark, but will shortly
be pedestrianised and returned to its former sober
elegance, with the bubbling mid-nineteenth-century
fountain as a lighthearted centrepiece.
The architectural legacy reflects a remarkable med-
ical history. The seventeenth-century scientist William
Harvey was a surgeon at Barts when he discovered the cir-
culation of the blood. In the century that followed, Barts
became a major medical school, and its staff led the way
in breaking from the old barbers’ guilds and establishing
surgery as a modern science. It was one of the first hospi-
tals to employ anaesthetics, and it pioneered developments
in ophthalmology, surgical techniques, pathology, radio-
therapy, and the treatment of thyroid disease and cancers.
On the negative side, the hospital for many years resisted
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the introduction of antiseptic procedures and continued
to exclude women students until 1947.
The school’s most famous student was not, however,
renowned for surgical prowess. W. G. Grace studied here
from 1874–1876, years when he was busy revolutionis-
ing the game of cricket and had already become one of
the most famous names in the realm. Teachers and fel-
low students expected little from the young celebrity, for
whom the medical profession was mainly a sinecure that
protected his otherwise dubious status as an “amateur”
cricketer.*
Historical intrigue aside, what counts for any
patient in any hospital is the quality of treatment. When
I was transferred from my general practitioner to Barts
* After writing this, I discovered another major figure from Barts’
history, one with a special relevance for me. For several decades, one
of the hospital’s leading surgeons was Geoffrey Keynes, brother of
the economist John Maynard and an eminent bibliophile and Wil-
liam Blake enthusiast. I grew up on his wonderful editions of Blake’s
writings so was pleased to discover the connection. As a surgeon at
Barts, he challenged the then-prevalent assumption that in dealing
with breast cancer, the more that was cut out, the better. He pursued
the opposite, altogether-more-humane course with positive results. I
like to think it was a Blakean respect for life that led him to question
the standard but brutally arrogant procedure.
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I feared I might fall through the cracks at such a large,
multi-faceted institution. I was not reassured by the fact
that at the moment Barts is something of a building site,
as a long-delayed and often controversial refurbishment
finally gets underway. Despite the confusion caused by
temporary access, diversions, and scaffolding, the coor-
dination and integration in the inter-disciplinary care
I’ve received—from doctors, nurses, technicians, and
support staff—has been exemplary.
Here I have benefited from recent sea changes in best
medical practice. The glibness and arrogance for which
some sections of the medical profession are noted and
resented—across national and cultural boundaries—
have given way in some quarters at least to a commit-
ment to transparency and patient involvement. Doctors
share with me all the information about my case on their
computer screens, from lab reports to X-rays and MRIs.
They copy me into correspondence. The various nurses
and specialists treating me are kept up to date with all
the details of my condition and, importantly, my medi-
cation regime. At each stage, I’ve found an openness to
questions and a willingness to address anxieties. Given
the pressure on resources, there are sometimes delays,
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but every effort is made to keep me informed of these
and to minimise inconvenience.
All this is delivered with a quiet, caring, un-panicked
but thorough efficiency by a staff drawn from all over the
world. Only 36% of Barts staff are British and white; 13%
come from the Indian subcontinent, 10% from Africa, 7%
from the Philippines, and 4% from the Caribbean. In my
experience the diversity is anything but an obstacle to the
impressive teamwork. Most important, I am not treated as
a lab rat or an ambulatory statistic but as an intelligent and
autonomous human being. The more democratic practice
yields more effective treatment. I am able to benefit from
the high tech and clinical advances that in other contexts
can tear patients into pieces as they cope with uncoor-
dinated, sometimes contradictory information and the
diverging dynamics of various specialisms.
My entire treatment, including medication, is free,
and I receive it by right. It’s not charity, and it’s not
conditional on anything but my need for it. I’ve not
only never been issued a bill of any kind for all the
numerous services provided; I’ve never had to fill in a
claim or an application or a form (except for consent
forms). We take this for granted in Britain, but friends
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in India and the U.S. learn of it with envy. The complete
alleviation of the burden and anxiety of finance is an
obvious boon for all concerned, and it transforms the
ethos with which care is delivered and received. Medi-
cal care is surely a human right, like primary education,
and India and the U.S. are both societies that can afford
to make it a reality for all their citizens. That they have
failed to do is the result of vested interests and wrong
priorities.
Not that Barts is safe from the relentless pressures
corroding the social democratic principles of the NHS.
In the early ’90s, the Conservative government threat-
ened it with closure (it occupies a piece of prime central
London real estate). As in Henry VIII’s day, London’s
populace rallied to Barts’ support; more than one mil-
lion signed a petition to save the hospital. In 1997, the
new Labour government promised to refurbish Barts on
its historic site. Years of consultation and delay followed.
The government insisted that finance for the project
should be provided exclusively from the private sector,
in keeping with its favoured Private Finance Initiative
(PFI), through which consortia of banks, building firms,
and developers finance and build hospitals, which are
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then leased back to the NHS over thirty or more years,
at a handsome and guaranteed rate of profit.
As the projected PFI costs for the Barts project
soared, in early 2006 the government once again renewed
threats to the venerable institution’s existence. And once
again popular resistance, including an appeal signed by
one thousand doctors, prevented the worst, though at
a cost. The scaled-back redevelopment involves a 20%
loss of planned bed capacity (250 beds), and leaves
empty several floors of the new buildings, presumably
for commercial lease. This will still saddle the Trust
that runs Barts with minimal annual repayments to the
PFI consortium of some £55 million—more than 11%
of its total income—for thirty-five years. Inevitably,
the patient will pay, as staff and services are squeezed
to ensure risk-immune private investors get their prom-
ised return.
So the quality of care I’ve received at Barts is by no
means guaranteed for the future. That will depend, as
in the past, on the willingness of the people of London
and the staff at the hospital to fight to sustain (and
expand) its democratic heritage.
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A C O N S C R I P T I N T H E
“ WA R O N C A N C E R ”
OCTOBER 20 09
Obituaries routinely inform us that so-and-so has died
“after a brave battle against cancer.” Of course, we will
never read that so-and-so has died “after a pathetically
feeble battle against cancer.” But one thing that I have
come to appreciate since being diagnosed with multiple
myeloma (a cancer of the blood) two years ago is how
unreal both notions are. It’s just not like that.
The emphasis on cancer patients’ “bravery” and
“courage” implies that if you can’t “conquer” your
cancer, there’s something wrong with you, some
weakness or flaw. If your cancer progresses rapidly,
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is it your fault? Does it reflect some failure of will-
power?
In blaming the victim, the ideology attached to
cancer mirrors the bootstrap individualism of the
neoliberal order, in which the poor are poor because
of their own weaknesses—and “failure” and “success”
become the ultimate duality, dished out according to
individual merit.
It also reinforces the demand on patients for uncom-
plaining stoicism, which in many cases is why they are in
bad shape in the first place. Late diagnosis leads to tens
of thousands of avoidable deaths in the UK each year.
And even for those who do seek a diagnosis, the stoicism
remains a barrier to effective treatment. The free flow
of information between patient and doctor is a scientific
necessity, and a reluctance to complain inhibits it.
Earlier this year, Barack Obama vowed to “launch
a new effort to conquer a disease that has touched the
life of nearly every American.” In so doing, he was
intensifying and expanding a “war on cancer” first
declared by Richard Nixon in 1971. For all the billions
subsequently spent by the U.S., British, and other gov-
ernments, progress in that “war” has been fitful. The
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age-adjusted mortality rate* for cancer is about the same
in the twenty-first century as it was fifty years ago,
whereas death rates for cardiac, cerebrovascular, and
infectious diseases have declined by about two-thirds.
Since 1977, the overall incidence of cancer in Britain
(discounting increases caused by an ageing population)
has shot up by 25%.
The war on cancer is as misconceived as the “war
on terror” or the “war on drugs.” For a start, why must
every concerted human effort be likened to warfare? Is
this the only way we are able to describe cooperation in
pursuit of a common goal? And who are the enemies in
this war? Cancer cells may be “malignant” but they are
not malevolent. Their “abnormality” is as much a prod-
uct of nature as the “normality” of other cells. Like the
wars on “drugs” and “terror,” the war on cancer misap-
plies the martial metaphor to dangerous effect. It sim-
plifies a complex and daunting phenomenon—making
it ripe for political and financial exploitation.
* “Age adjustment” is a statistical process applied to rates of disease or
death that allows communities with different age structures to be com-
pared. It enables us to factor out those increases in cancer mortality
that are due to the ageing population and identify underlying trends.
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In the war on cancer, the search for the ultimate
weapon, the magic bullet that will “cure” cancer, over-
shadows other tactics. Nixon promised “a cure for can-
cer” in ten years; Obama promises one “in our times.” But
there is unlikely to be a single “cure for cancer.” There are
more than two hundred recognised types of cancer, and
their causes are myriad. As a strategic objective, the search
for the ultimate weapon distorts research and investment,
drawing resources away from prevention and treatment,
areas where progress has and can be made.
Thanks to collusion between industries and scien-
tists, it took decades for the truth about tobacco and
asbestos to come out; for the same reason it will prob-
ably take many more years for us to learn the truth
about other cancer-causing agents in our environment.
In 2007, 6% of cancer deaths in the UK (ten thousand)
were caused by occupational exposure to carcinogens.
In cases like this, what’s needed is a revolution in our
tawdry health and safety regime, not new drugs.
As for “lifestyle” factors, they are part of the wider
environmental and social background of cancer, not a
separate category applying to individuals with inade-
quate willpower. The context of any “lifestyle” choice
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is a mix of opportunity and deterrence, economics and
culture, personal circumstances and social conditions.
A real general attack on the causes of cancer would
require industrial, consumer, and environmental
reforms on a vast scale, not scapegoating those patients
perceived as shirkers and deserters in a holy war.
Thankfully, as the incidence of cancer has risen,
so has our ability to treat it. Survival rates have dou-
bled in the past thirty years, with almost half of those
diagnosed with cancer living for five years or more.
This is less about drug breakthroughs than it is about
early diagnosis, improvements in care, and refinements
in existing treatments. Today, what’s preventing cancer
patients from living longer and more happily is mainly
a failure to apply existing best practices universally.
The single biggest boon for people living with cancer
would be the elimination of inequalities in health care.
In England and Wales, over the period of 1986–1999,
the “deprivation gap” in survival between rich and
poor became more marked for 12 out of 16 male cancers
and 9 out of 17 female cancers examined.
Like other wars, real and imagined, the “war on
cancer” is a gift to opportunists of all stripes. Among
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the circling vultures are travel insurers who charge
people with cancer ten times the rate charged to others;
the publishers of self-help books; and the promoters of
miracle cures, vitamin supplements, and various “alter-
native therapies” of no efficacy whatsoever.
But most of all, there’s the pharmaceutical industry,
which manipulates research, prices, and availability of
drugs in pursuit of profit. And with considerable success.
The industry enjoys a steady return on sales of some 17%,
three times the median return for other industries.
The industry claims that high prices reflect
long-term investments in Research and Development
(R&D). But drug companies spend on average more
than twice as much on marketing and lobbying as on
R&D. Prices do not reflect the actual costs of develop-
ing or making the drug, but are pushed up to whatever
the market can bear. Since that market is comprised of
many desperate and suffering individuals (in Britain
represented collectively by the NHS), it can be made to
bear a great deal.
Exorbitant drug prices are at the root of recent con-
troversies over the approval by the National Institute
for Health and Care Excellence (NICE) of “expensive”
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cancer drugs (notably Revlimid, a therapy used in the
later stages of a number of cancers, including mine), and
top-up or “co-payments,” allowing NHS patients who
can afford it to pay for medicines deemed too expensive
for the NHS as a whole. “We are told we are being mean
all the time, but what nobody mentions is why the drugs
are so expensive,” said the NICE chairman, Professor
Michael Rawlins. “Pharmaceutical companies have
enjoyed double-digit growth year on year, and they are
out to sustain that, not least because their senior man-
agement’s earnings are related to the share price.”
Many cancer therapies are blunt instruments. They
attack not only cancer cells but everything else in sight.
This is one reason people fear cancer: the treatment can
be brutal. Making it less brutal would be a huge stride
forward for people with cancer. And that requires not
a top-down military strategy, with its win-or-lose
approach, but greater access to information, wider par-
ticipation in decision-making across hierarchies and
disciplines, and empowerment of the patient.
Because I live in the catchment area for Barts hos-
pital in central London, I find myself a winner in the
NHS post-code lottery. The treatment is cutting-edge
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and the staff are efficient, caring, and respectful. What’s
more, I live close enough so that I can undergo most of
my treatment as an outpatient—a huge boon.
Cancer treatment involves extensive interaction
with institutions (hospitals, clinics, social services,
the NHS itself). Even in the best hospitals, the loss of
freedom and the dependence on anonymous forces can
be oppressive. Many cancer patients find themselves
involved in a long and taxing struggle for autonomy
—a rarely acknowledged reality of the war on cancer,
in which the generals call the shots from afar.
As Susan Sontag noted, in the course of the twen-
tieth century, cancer came to play the role that tuber-
culosis played in the nineteenth century—as a totem
of suffering and mortality, the dark shadow that can
blight the sunniest day. But the ubiquitous presence of
cancer in our culture is of dubious value to those liv-
ing with the disease. The media love cancer scares and
cancer cures; they dwell on heroic survivors (Lance
Armstrong)* and celebrity martyrs (Jade Goody). But
as Ben Goldacre has shown in his book Bad Science,
* This was written before Armstrong’s spectacular fall from grace.
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newspapers routinely misrepresent research findings,
conjuring breakthroughs from nothing and leaving the
public panicked, confused, or complacent.
For those living with cancer, now and in the future
(and that’s one in three of the UK population), the big-
gest threat is the coming public-spending squeeze. Cuts
in NHS budgets and privatisation of services will mean
more people dying earlier from cancer and more people
suffering unnecessarily from it. Even better survival
rates will become a curse, as responsibility for long-term
care is thrown back on families.
What we need is not a “war on cancer” but a recog-
nition that cancer is a social and environmental issue,
and can only be fully addressed through far-reaching
economic and political change.
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A T A L E O F T W O H E A L T H S Y S T E M S
FEBRUA RY 2010
During the three years I’ve been in treatment at Barts,
I’ve given thanks many times to the NHS and the people
who built and sustain it. Since I grew up in the United
States and still have close friends and family there, I’m
acutely aware of how different things might have been.
Contracting a serious illness anywhere is occasion
for anxiety and uncertainty. But in the U.S., anxiety
and uncertainty are multiplied many times over. People
who only know the NHS may not realise what they’re
being spared.
Stark and simple comparisons reveal some of the basic
advantages of the NHS. Though the U.S. spends a much
greater proportion of its wealth on health care (15.3% of
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GDP to Britain’s 8.2%), many of its key health indicators
are poorer. According to the World Health Organisation,
Britain’s infant mortality rate, under-five mortality rate,
and maternal mortality rate are all significantly lower
than they are in the United States. Its rates for recovery
from injury and for healthy life expectancy are higher. In
relation to its population, Britain has 25% more hospital
beds and 30% more nurses and midwives.
Americans pay more for their health care and get
less in return because instead of a taxpayer-funded
national health service, the U.S. has a “free market”
system dominated by private health insurance compa-
nies. It is a system which adds not only cost but the
anxiety of cost to every medical transaction.
Fifteen percent of Americans—forty-six million—
have no health insurance. They either pay the full cost
of medical treatment, rely on charity, or go without.
Each year eighteen thousand deaths occur because
people have been forced to go without. Not surprisingly,
the death rate of the uninsured exceeds the insured by
25%. And the uninsured are not a fixed sub-stratum.
Over one million workers lost their health-care cover-
age in the first three months of last year alone.
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As viewers of Michael Moore’s Sicko will be aware,
in the United States the plight of the insured is often
no better than the uninsured. Of the two million
Americans who went bankrupt because of medical bills
in 2008, three-quarters had health insurance.
Most Americans secure health coverage through
their employers and pay contributions towards their
premiums from their wages (over and above taxes), on
average some $3000 (£2000) per year (and rising sharply
in recent times). However, what they get for those premi-
ums is highly variable: what is and isn’t covered, to what
extent it’s covered, with what restrictions and loopholes.
Nearly all insurance plans require the patient to
pay some of the cost of treatment. Co-payments for
medications can be an insupportable burden. It’s not
unusual for cancer patients to face pharmacy bills
of $50,000 per year. Even on the government-run
Medicare programme, a single cancer drug can leave
a patient out of pocket by $800 per month. New tar-
geted therapies can cost five times as much. Inevitably,
patients try to reduce costs by reducing their medica-
tions, which may then lead to hospitalisation and still
greater costs.
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“Cancer patients too often find out that their
insurance doesn’t protect them when they need care
the most,” said John R. Seffrin, chief executive of the
American Cancer Society. “High out-of-pocket costs
coupled with the high cost of insurance premiums can
force cancer patients to incur huge debt, and to delay or
forgo life-saving treatments.”
Those who have been diagnosed with a serious and
therefore expensive illness like cancer often find insurance
companies either unwilling to cover them or demanding
unaffordable premiums. One in ten people with cancer
said they could not get health coverage at all; 6% said they
actually lost their coverage because of their diagnosis.
Many companies respond to diagnoses of serious illness
by immediately reviewing the patient’s initial application
for insurance—in the hopes of finding evidence of a failure
to declare a pre-existing condition, which, however minor
or unrelated to the newly diagnosed illness, may give them
an excuse to deny or revoke coverage.
The U.S. system is not only chaotic and cruelly
unreliable; it’s also extraordinarily and unnecessarily
expensive. Only 65%–75% of the revenue from premi-
ums actually goes to paying for healthcare; 25%–35%
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goes to administration, not of healthcare but of the
insurance schemes themselves, including large executive
salaries and bonuses. Five percent or more is siphoned
off as profit.
Last year the U.S.’s five biggest insurance com-
panies set an all-time record for combined profits of
$12.2 billion—a 56% increase over 2008. In the same
year, however, they dropped 2.7 million customers from
their rolls. Now these companies are clamouring for pre-
mium increases of 20%–50%—to extract greater profits
from insuring fewer people less comprehensively.
These companies have spent millions on attacking
President Obama’s health-care reform bill. Their cam-
paign has spread scare stories about the British NHS as
an example of the evils of “socialised medicine.” Amer-
icans have been told that the NHS is presided over by
“death panels” that withhold treatment from elderly or
terminally ill patients; the NHS is described as a health
“dictatorship,” under which cancer patients routinely
linger on endless waiting-lists.
Like other NHS patients, I know from my own
experience what nonsense this is. At Barts I’ve been
treated with assiduous care by an amazingly skilled and
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committed staff. I’ve benefited from cutting-edge ther-
apies, multi-disciplinary approaches, and strong com-
munication among and between doctors, nurses, and
other staff. I’ve been given choices and I’ve been helped
to make them. And, of course, not once has cost been
a consideration. All the consultations and procedures,
the lab work, the technicians’ time, the prescriptions
and medications, and not once have I even had to fill
in a claim form. That’s hard for someone trapped in the
U.S. system to comprehend.
At one point I needed an allogeneic stem-cell trans-
plant. A sister who lives in California proved a match and
flew over to act as a donor. The cost of her flight was paid
for by the NHS, and at Barts she was welcomed, made
comfortable, and given every assistance in assisting me.
At Barts, I know I’m being treated as a right, sim-
ply because I’m a person in need living in its catchment
area. In the U.S., my treatment would be dependent
on my means. It’s a service I would have to purchase,
one way or another. That difference has an inevitable
impact on both patients and health-care staff.
It’s tragic that so many Americans have fallen for
the insurance companies’ self-serving propaganda.
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Obama’s reforms are in fact quite modest. They do not
come close to establishing a national health service (a
plan for a “public option” to compete with the private
insurers was dropped) or provide the kind of univer-
sally accessible health care available in every other
major industrialised country. They would, however,
extend coverage to the bulk of those currently unin-
sured, stop insurers from discriminating against peo-
ple with pre-existing conditions, and curb many of the
industry’s worst practices and highest prices, while
leaving private insurers at the heart of the system.
Obama’s opponents raise fears of a state “take-
over” of health, thereby hoping to blind Americans to
the realities of the current private-sector takeover, in
which insurance companies do indeed operate what are
in effect “death panels.”
We in Britain should be grateful we’ve been spared
this particular American nightmare, but we shouldn’t
be complacent. All the political parties promise to pro-
tect the NHS in the coming bout of spending cuts, but
in reality the NHS is already being subjected to a severe
financial squeeze; services and jobs are being lost.
After the election, the NHS will be asked to make
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bigger savings, i.e. deeper cuts. Health-care workers’
wages will suffer and the private sector will further
penetrate the NHS at various levels, from primary care
to specialist services to hospital finance.
Unless we stop it. The NHS—and all that makes
it better than the U.S. system—cannot be taken for
granted.
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T H E P O L I T I C S O F H Y P O C R I S Y
DECEM BER 2010
Politicians of all stripes feel obliged to genuflect before
the altar of cancer, so it’s not surprising that the gov-
ernment has made strenuous efforts to cast itself as a
defender of cancer patients. Some of its measures are
genuinely beneficial. Innovative bowel screening pro-
cedures will save thousands of lives, and extra money
for new expensive life-extending cancer drugs will ben-
efit thousands more, including me.
But the government’s headline cancer pledges are
minute compensation for its spending programme’s
detrimental impact on cancer patients in general.
Far from being “ring fenced,” as the government
claims, the NHS will be forced to make (and already
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is making) substantial cuts in services. The 0.1% per
annum real-terms increase is nowhere near enough to
keep pace with demand, a significant part of which
comes from the increasing number of people diagnosed
with cancer. What’s more, this paper-thin increase is
qualified by the previously announced demand for £20
billion in NHS “efficiency savings.” A government
health insider admitted to the Guardian newspaper
that in the coming years “a fifth of everything the NHS
does today will stop.”
Like all those with serious long-term illnesses,
cancer patients are bound to suffer disproportion-
ately. The government has already abandoned the one-
week target for processing cancer test results, which is
likely to add to the ten thousand lives lost every year
as a result of late diagnosis and treatment. Closures
of wards, departments, and hospitals will mean more
exhausting and costly travel. As health workers try
to treat increasing numbers with ever more restricted
resources, quality of care is bound to diminish.
A small example from my own experience: one
of the less pleasant features of having a haemotologi-
cal cancer is the need for periodic bone-marrow tests,
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which involve the insertion of a needle into the pelvic
bone. I’ve learned that the longer the doctor takes in
applying the anaesthetic, the less the pain—and an
extra fifteen minutes makes the difference between
the excruciating and the just-about-bearable. Under
increasing financial pressure, that extra fifteen minutes
will become a luxury. The cuts mean, quite brutally,
more avoidable pain for more people.
The implications of the government’s proposed
reorganisation of the health service (costing £3 billion,
five times the amount promised for new cancer drugs)
are even more frightening. Once cancer symptoms are
detected, patients are referred to hospitals for long-term
treatment. In my case, for the three-and-a-half years
since my initial GP referral, overall responsibility for
my health has been undertaken by Barts, whose staff
have dealt with all manner of unpredictable symptoms,
aches, and pains, related and sometimes unrelated to my
underlying disease. Under the government’s proposals,
self-financing hospitals will be paid by GP commission-
ing consortia on a case-by-case basis. Operating within
budgetary constraints, the GPs will have to decide
whether treatments are necessary, affordable, and the
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cheapest available. So basic decisions about my care
will be made by a doctor who is not actually involved
in treating me.
Meanwhile, hospitals are being encouraged to
increase revenues by taking in much greater numbers
of private patients, who will, of course, only pay if the
care they are offered privately is superior to what they
can get on the NHS. The resulting two-tier system will
inevitably downgrade the majority of cancer patients,
forcing others to reach deep into their own pockets to
ensure they receive the best available treatment.
Cancer patients require multi-disciplinary care,
involving diverse specialists often scattered across dif-
ferent sites. The proposed fragmentation of the NHS
can only obstruct the timely delivery of integrated
care, and in the end make it more costly. For NHS
staff, fragmentation will also spell the end of national
pay bargaining, conditions, and career structure. Can-
cer patients are profoundly aware of how much their
welfare depends on the commitment and diligence of
NHS workers. In the long run a poorly rewarded, inse-
cure, overworked, and in many cases casualised staff
can only provide a lower standard of treatment.
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The single biggest boon for present and future
cancer patients would be raising care across the country
to the standard of existing best practice. The govern-
ment’s plans will make that impossible. The post-code
lottery will be exacerbated, and with it the already unac-
ceptable inequalities in outcomes for cancer patients.
The poorer you are, the more likely you are to get
cancer and the less likely you are to survive it. Unskilled
workers are twice as likely to die from cancer as profes-
sionals. Between 1999 and 2003, studies found that the
difference in mortality rates from all cancers between
the most deprived and least deprived groups was 70%
for men and 40% for women. What’s more, patients
with lower incomes are less likely to die at home or in a
hospice and more likely to die in hospital.
Cancer survival rates are improving for all social
groups, albeit at an uneven pace. But even that wel-
come development will become a mixed blessing, as
the resources needed to meet the demands of long-term
illness are steadily reduced. Cancer patients will be
hit hard by local government cuts, which will restrict
services such as occupational therapy, transport, and
recreational facilities. The absence of state-funded care
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options will lead, in turn, to increased “bed-blocking”
in hospitals, yet another squeeze on NHS resources.
The government is looking to make major savings
by imposing tougher tests for disability benefits.
Already, the Citizens Advice Bureau reports that under
the new regime, many people with cancer and other
long-term conditions are being ruled “fit to work”
when they are nothing of the kind. The government
is also time-limiting disability benefits and excluding
from benefits people with assets, savings, or partners
who work. At the same time, higher unemployment
totals will make it harder for anyone with a long-term
illness to compete in the job market. All around, it’s a
policy package that spells personal disaster for a large
number of cancer patients.
Finally, government cuts in science funding will
impair research into cancer prevention and treatment
—in lethal disregard of the dictum of U.S. health activ-
ist Mary Lasker: “If you think research is expensive,
try disease.”
The numerous cancer advocacy groups perform
minor miracles in raising awareness and funds. But
the government’s plans present a challenge to their
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customary approach. If they are going to serve their
constituents effectively, they will have to overcome
the reluctance to engage in “politics” and take an
active role in the broader campaign against the cuts.
Finally, an appeal to NHS workers from one very
grateful patient: the government takes advantage of your
sense of commitment to your patients, but by letting
them do so you are doing no favours for those patients.
Reluctance to take any action that might disrupt patient
care is understandable, but by not taking action, you may
be doing harm to your patients’ long-term prospects.
You may feel you have little power, but collectively you
have much greater power than individual patients have.
We need you to take action on our behalf, action that
is a necessary extension of the sense of dedication that
guides you in your daily work.
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FA L S E E C O N O M I E S
FEBRUA RY 2011
As a long-term patient at Barts Hospital, I read this
week’s news of cuts with trepidation. In order to meet
the government’s £20 billion NHS “savings” target,
the trust that runs Barts and the Royal London in
Whitechapel is to cut 635 jobs, including 258 nursing
posts—10% of the total. This despite repeated govern-
ment pledges to protect frontline services.
The Trust insists that none of this will affect patient
care. To anyone who regularly uses Barts or the Royal
London that’s an assertion so wildly improbable as to
border on insult. Staff deliver an efficient, caring service,
but they are already at their limits. There’s no slack.
Any big hospital is a complex and fragile mecha-
nism. So much can go wrong at so many stages. Take
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the administration of a single dose of chemotherapy.
Blood has to be taken, transported, analysed; therapies
have to be prescribed, assembled, delivered. Whether
it’s the nurse inserting the needle into the vein, or the
pathologist measuring platelets, there’s no room for
error. A break in the chain leads to a breakdown in
care, or worse.
The process of administering that one dose of
chemotherapy relies on tasks performed correctly and
promptly by receptionists, nurses, technicians, porters,
pathologists, pharmacists, clerical assistants, clean-
ers, IT experts, supplies managers—not to mention
doctors. It relies equally on “back-room” and “front-
line” staff. It’s as coordinated as a ballet or symphony
orchestra, and I never cease to marvel that it works. But
I also know that it’s vulnerable. There’s no way you can
slash staff by 10% and not seriously compromise the
organism.
Every one of the departments involved in that sin-
gle chemo dose will be affected by staff cuts. Fewer
people will be asked to deal with greater demand, and
that must lead to more errors, more delays, more mis-
communication, more aggravation for both staff and
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patient. As you sit on your IV drip, the last thing you
want is the hospital falling apart around you.
Even more disturbing for patients, this round of
cuts is not the end of the story, at Barts or across the
NHS. As “social enterprises” competing in a health-
care market, hospitals will be under constant pressure
to cut costs or increase income. If the government gets
its way, my care will be commissioned by a GP con-
sortium, which may or may not involve the excellent
local clinic that referred me to Barts nearly four years
ago. Decisions about what treatments to fund and who
should provide them will not be made by the people
who’ve been treating me but by the consortium, which
may prefer to do business with another provider.
Patient involvement is a crucial component of
effective treatment. It hasn’t always been easy to secure
it in the NHS, but under the government’s plans it will
be replaced by a “consumer choice” that leaves me no
choice at all, that makes my care dependent on remote
market forces and private interests.
Patients have benefited in recent years from a
more integrated, multi-disciplinary approach to
treatment, one based on information-sharing and an
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understanding of the complex nature of illness. The
fragmentation of the NHS will make it harder for
patients to benefit from this advance. In the course
of my treatment I’ve made use of physiotherapy,
radiotherapy, ameliorative care, and dermatology
specialists, to name only a few. How will these be
coordinated when hospitals and specialist units are
competing with each other, tempted to meet targets
by avoiding responsibilities?
The government’s proposals spell the end of national
collective bargaining in the health service, and with it
the breakup of the NHS career structure. I’ve seen many
of my caregivers move on to more specialised or respon-
sible jobs, and I know how important these prospects are
to staff. They help keep them going and growing, and
that is vital for patients.
In the future, hospitals like Barts will not be run
for profit, but they will be run by profit. They will
compete in a profit-governed marketplace, locked into
dependence on the private sector, to which they will
turn for management and finance services. Hospitals
will be under pressure to take more private patients.
They will not be able to do that unless they offer
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something better to those who pay than they can get
on the NHS. Preferential treatment is inevitable, and
with it a two-tier environment in which the lower tier
is starved of resources.
There’s a virtuous circle between patient and
staff contentment; but under the stress of inadequate
resources, job insecurity, and inequalities in patient
treatment, it can turn into a vicious one, with caregivers
and patients in conflict.
The Trust aims to save £56 million over two years.
During those same two years, it will hand over nearly
£200 million (15.6% of its income) in repayments on an
ambitious PFI project, including new cancer and car-
diac centres—which will be completed just in time to
find themselves chronically understaffed. Although the
PFI dues were negotiated long before the financial cri-
sis, they are considered sacrosanct, whereas a workable
staff-patient ratio seems an optional extra.
Barts is one of Europe’s longest-established pro-
viders of free medical care for the poor. From its
twelfth-century monastic founding through its years as
a City of London charity to its development as a mod-
ern NHS hospital, it’s sought to offer the best available
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care to Londoners. If the government’s plans proceed, it
will no longer be able to do that.
Next door to Barts is the London office of invest-
ment bankers and “wealth managers” Merrill Lynch.
At the end of a year in which the company was heavily
embarrassed by the Irish banking collapse, it awarded
its international boss, Thomas Montag, what appears
to be the industry’s biggest bonus package, £10 mil-
lion, about the same amount “saved” by slashing the
258 nursing posts. Altogether, the bonuses paid out to
top staff at Merrill Lynch could easily cover the entire
cost of maintaining staff levels at both Barts and the
Royal London. Merrill Lynch, of course, is only one
of a number of City institutions within a stone’s throw
of Barts which—unlike Barts—conspicuously failed in
their duties to the public. If Barts made errors on the
scale of the banks and investment houses, it would have
been closed down long ago.
Despite its prestige, its location, and its excel-
lent record, Barts is no more immune from cuts
and privatisation than any other NHS hospital. It is
not a special case but an all-too-typical example of
what is happening elsewhere. If this process is to be
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arrested—and the life courses of a great many peo-
ple depend on that—then the first step is to ensure
that the upcoming TUC demonstration* is a powerful
display of popular opposition to government policies,
and specifically a show of determined support for the
health service. This will be the best chance for patients
and staff at hospitals across the country to make their
voices heard. These “savings” will be made at our
expense, and we simply cannot afford them.
* Held on March 26, 2011, the demonstration drew between 250,000
and five hundred thousand. However, this first step was not followed
by a second. For whatever reasons, neither the TUC nor the health
unions have felt able to call a major national action of any kind in
defence of the NHS.
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A N E D U C A T I O N I N D E P E N D E N C Y
J ULY 2012
Now entering my fifth year of living with multiple
myeloma, I reflect back on a roller-coaster ride of
symptoms, treatments, and side effects. Whatever else
this experience has been, it’s been an education. But
what exactly have I learned? To begin with, that any
glib answer to this question misses the core of the expe-
rience—the complex dialectic of being ill, which is a
social as well as physical condition.
For me, the experience has led to a heightened
awareness of both our intricate dependence on others
and our deep-seated need for independence.
Sitting with my IV drip, I like to think about all
the human labour and ingenuity that come together
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in this medical moment. I could dedicate the rest of
my life to this exercise, and still not complete the
inventory.
The first circle of dependence is immediate and
sometimes intimate: partners, friends, doctors, nurses,
cleaners, porters. Beyond them is a vast network of
people I never see: pathologists, pharmacists, IT engi-
neers, appointments managers. Everyone who has any-
thing to do with maintaining the supply of medications
or the functioning of equipment or getting me to and
from hospital. Everyone who makes sure the lights are
on and the building safe. The whole intricate ballet that
is a functioning hospital. One misstep, one breach in
the rhythm, one failure to be at the appointed spot at
the appointed time, and the whole breaks down, with
potentially dire consequences.
Beyond that, I’m dependent on a long history of
scientific development to which individuals and insti-
tutions in many countries have contributed. From
the British chemist Bence Jones identifying the pro-
tein associated with multiple myeloma in the 1840s to
the pathologist and one-time film star Justine Wanger
developing the IV drip in the 1930s; from the Irish
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physician Francis Rynd, who invented the hollow nee-
dle in the mid-nineteenth century, to Don Thomas of
the University of Washington, who pioneered bone
marrow transplants in the 1980s. From the first exper-
iments with chemotherapy (a by-product of chemical
warfare) in the 1940s, through the protracted struggle
to master the art of toxicity (a dialectic of creation and
destruction if there ever was one), to the discovery of
proteasome inhibitors in the 1990s and the creation
of new “targeted therapies” like the one I’m currently
receiving.
Without innumerable advances in immunology,
biochemistry, chemical engineering, statistics, metal-
lurgy, to name but a few, I wouldn’t be where I am now
—in fact, I wouldn’t be here at all. The drip flowing
into my vein is drawn from a river with innumerable
tributaries. It is an entirely rational, intelligible process,
but no less miraculous for that.
And it’s not just a story of hard science. Alongside
that, and necessary to it, are the long histories of the
hospital, of the discipline of nursing, of the myriad
social developments which made it possible to convert
raw science into practical care.
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I’m acutely conscious of how dependent I am
on those who built and sustained the NHS, includ-
ing, pre-eminently, generations of labour movement
activists and socialists. And as I sit with my IV drip
I’m mindful of those in government and business who
would smash the delicate mechanism of the hospital
and shatter the network of dependence which sustains
me.
I’m being kept alive by the contributions of so
many currents of human labour, thought, struggle,
desire, imagination. By the whole Enlightenment tra-
dition, but not only that: by other older traditions of
care, solidarity, mutuality, respect for human life, and
compassion for human suffering. The harnessing of
science, technology, and advanced forms of organisa-
tion and information to compassionate ends is by no
means automatic. It leans on, and is only made pos-
sible by, the conflict-riddled history of ethical and
political development.
Beautiful as it is, this network of dependence is
also frightening. Restrictions in capacity and mobil-
ity are hugely frustrating, and relying on others to
supplement them is not a straightforward business —
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for patient or caregiver. I often feel I’m engaged in a
never-ending battle for autonomy. I fight it out in
relation to institutions, experts, medications, means of
mobility, and forms of diet. Not to mention the vital
effort to live a life beyond illness, to hold on to that
kernel of freedom that makes you who you are.
Paradoxically, the struggle for autonomy is one
you can’t win on your own. You need allies. And part
of being a caregiver is being an ally, a comrade, not a
nursemaid or controller. Independence is the stuff
of life. It’s motion, energy, free will, the capacity for
self-development. But you can achieve it only through
dependence on others, individuals and institutions,
past and present.
That’s a truth driven home to the cancer patient,
but applicable to all of us.
Illness is anything but an ideology-free zone. Cer-
tainly not for the government, which aims to divide
sufferers into acute cases deserving of support and less
acute ones that must be forced out into the labour mar-
ket, where our only function will be to undercut wages
and conditions.
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This is one among many reasons why resistance to the
attacks on benefits for the disabled ought to be a central
plank of the movement against austerity. The crisis facing
the ill is an extreme form of the crisis facing the major-
ity of the populace. We don’t want charity—the form of
dependence that makes independence impossible—but
rights and the resources to exercise those rights. Speaking
for myself, taking part in anti-cuts activity is some of the
best therapy available, an unashamed acknowledgment of
social dependence, and at the same time a declaration of
political-spiritual independence.
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T H E C O M P L I C A T E D B U S I N E S S
O F S U R V I V I N G
AUGUST 2012
For a long time I was perplexed by the phenomenon of
“survivor’s guilt.” While I recognised it as a reality, a
terrible affliction, and I could see its logic, to me that
logic seemed perverse and alien. I couldn’t get inside it.
Now five years after being diagnosed with mul-
tiple myeloma, I find myself, against the odds, enjoy-
ing a period of remission. And with it a more intimate
understanding of “survivor’s guilt,” at least as it applies
to cancer survivors.
When you’re first diagnosed with cancer, especially
an “inexplicable” one like multiple myeloma (cause
unknown), you think: why me? What have I done to be
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singled out for this suffering, for an early and arbitrary
death? Then when you survive, you think: why me? What
have I done to be spared this suffering, to be granted a
stay of execution, denied to others who happen to fall on
the wrong side of the statistical median? What burdens
does survival place on me? How can I prove worthy of
this reprieve? How ought I to use this extra time? And
how much of it will there be?
Surviving, it turns out, is a complicated business.
There are priceless opportunities but also challenges. To
what end do I survive? How do I choose my priorities?
For me, “remission” is yet another phase in a long ill-
ness, another phase bound to come to an end. The illness
is in abeyance, but hovering over my shoulder, awaiting
its moment of return, a spectre at the feast, out of sight
but never entirely out of mind. We all survive only pro-
visionally, but in my case the provisional is less of an
abstraction. I’m reminded of that every time my blood is
tested, or I feel a twinge in my vulnerable skeleton.
Some would advise me that in these circumstances
it’s best to see the glass as “half full” rather than “half
empty”—advice that presumes it’s merely an act of
will to see it half full, and a failure of will to see it half
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empty, that makes a virtue out of describing absence or
need as satisfaction. Like much advice cancer patients
receive, the injunction to see the glass “half full” is a
way of telling us not to complain, not to disturb others
with our discomforts or fears. At all costs we must be
spared the Dark Side.
Nor does it help to try to see the same glass as
simultaneously “half full” and “half empty.” At any
moment those may not be the proportions, and every-
thing depends on what the glass is half full with, and
what it’s missing. The half full doesn’t necessarily com-
pensate for the half empty.
An encounter with one’s mortality is supposed
to “put things in perspective” or teach us a lesson in
“proportion.” To some extent it has done that for me,
but it doesn’t annul the frustrations of daily life, or
magic away minor irritations or petty resentments. It
doesn’t suddenly tame deep-seated drives and desires
(“proportion” doesn’t apply to them). It doesn’t
lessen the weight of social injustice. The injunction
to “rise above” grievances becomes, in the end, yet
another burden, an artificial imposition, an exercise
in denial.
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The same can be said of the commonplace about
“living every moment to the full.” Yes, it’s a good idea
to seize the day while you can, to savour life’s beauties,
and generally to make the most of what falls in your
way. But in the end these are platitudes that answer
none of the real questions posed to “survivors.” They
become just another source of anxiety: “What’s wrong
with me, I’m not living every moment to the full?”
The echoes of the prevailing neoliberal ideology
are deafening. The perpetual injunction to enjoy, to
consume, to celebrate. The post-modern conception
of moments as merely multitudinous, one as good as
another, as long as you “live it to the full.” The idea
that nothing is real that cannot be assimilated to the
pleasure principle, to the satisfactions of a perpetual
present. It’s a variant on the core message of corpo-
rate advertising, with its inducements to repetition-
compulsion and fetishistic behaviour, its equation of
the act of consumption with the acquisition of happi-
ness, its generation of a world where “needs” remain
forever stimulated, forever unsatisfied.
The only way to “live every moment to the full”
is to live for a purpose beyond the moment. Otherwise
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you’re left with a succession of unrelated moments.
There’s no past or future. The present is no longer the
critical junction between the two, the place where one
is transformed into the other, where choices are made.
We can never live entirely in the moment because
we carry with us an accumulated past, both personal
and social, coded in our psyches, working away in dark-
ness. Denying that reality in the name of “the moment”
merely enhances its power over us. Conversely, denying
the link between “the moment” and the future, between
the immediate and the realm beyond it, is to render the
moment impotent and literally inconsequential.
When William Blake spoke of seeing “a world in a
grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower,” holding
“infinity in the palm of your hand, / And eternity in an
hour,” what he had in mind was something radically dif-
ferent from contemporary notions of living in the moment.
Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery
Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.
For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all the Great
Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a Period
Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery.
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For Blake, “moments” are constructed, acts of the
imagination, “wondrous buildings.” And crucially, they
are built—can only be built—in defiance of the estab-
lished order and its ideology. In Blake’s terms, in defi-
ance of “Satan, who is the god of this world” and his
agents:
There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find
This Moment & it multiply, & when it once is found
It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed
The context of Blake’s lines was an era of political
repression, of spies and informers, and of ideological
orthodoxy. He saw how Satan and his “Watch Fiends”
inveigle their way into our inner lives, using our own
powers against us, chaining us to the social order, and
blinding us to its artificial foundations.
For Blake, the “moment” is the moment, of whatever
duration, in which we break loose from these “mind-
forg’d manacles.” It has transformative power. It is not
a place of rest, an end-point, but a new beginning, an
opening, which must be multiplied and “rightly placed.”
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To get to this kind of moment, to grasp the pos-
sibilities latent in a reality that exceeds our grasp,
requires a kind of inner revolution, a dismantling of
habit, convention, precedent, an overcoming of the
myriad forms of self-deception and social opacity.
It means in the end overthrowing the existing order,
the prevailing hierarchies, of which we are all prod-
ucts and which we are all programmed (but not con-
demned) to reproduce.
Living with a purpose is not the same as living
according to a plan. On the contrary, it entails facing
up to the unresolved character of reality: the contingen-
cies on which our lives hinge. In fact, my experience of
mortal illness has deepened my sense that life is aston-
ishingly super-abundant, protean, overflowing all our
categories, baffling all attempts to grasp it as a whole.
That’s why, if you take it seriously, as neither a
license nor an encumbrance, “living each moment to
the full” must be a daunting, painful, labour-intensive
task. It’s a work of exploration, not passive reception.
As such it carries risk. The “moment” is not a comfort
zone, an island sealed off from peril, from challenge,
but a point of intersection and potential connection. It’s
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about breaking out of a confining circle, not reposing
safely inside it.
Inevitably, for me, “surviving” has a political
dimension. My illness has coincided with the unfolding
of the latest crisis of capitalism, whose effects on the
NHS I see in uncomfortable close-up. I’m alive now
not simply because of scientific advances, but because
of the application of those advances to human welfare
—made possible by the NHS. In the U.S., the life-ex-
tending treatments I’ve received would have been
financially devastating or simply beyond my means.
Not everyone who survives cancer can fully
return to who they were previously, nor should they
be expected to. We survive, but usually not unscathed.
In many cases, what ensues is a struggle with fatigue,
immobility, disability, depression, and a shifting array
of symptoms and side-effects, not to mention juggling
medications and hospital appointments. When all this
is compounded by lack of money, the advice to “live
every moment to the full” is a very unfunny joke.
Even as we enable people to live longer we take away
from them the means to live that life as well as it can be
lived, never mind “to the full.” In our social-Darwinist
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order, the increasing survival-of-the-not-fit is an
awkward embarrassment. Cuts in benefits and services
are making it more difficult to survive with a modicum
of dignity. We’re to be handed over to the tender mer-
cies of a deregulated labour market that offers little to
anyone dealing with a recurrent illness—even if they’re
ruled “fit to work” by Atos.* As the collective provision
of services is withdrawn, our survival becomes a burden
for those close to us, a blessing mixed with hardship.
All of which means that cancer patients face an
unavoidably political struggle, a struggle against the
ideology of market imperatives. So precious is the
NHS, as a historical high-water mark and a pointer to
a better future, that resistance to its dismemberment
must be a priority of this moment. If we’re to lose the
NHS as we’ve known it, if we’re to go down, I want us
to go down fighting. That’s the best way to “live the
moment”—defending the future in the present.
But as Blake reminds us, “living the moment” also
requires an act of separation. Although it may sound
* The multi-national corporation contracted by the British govern-
ment to conduct “fit for work” assessments on people with disabilities.
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odd in the midst of an article articulating a personal
experience, privacy is something I’ve come to cherish
and nurture much more consciously than in the past.
There’s little dignity in laying open your wounds to
the world, although it’s idle to pretend that you’re not
wounded. In either case, my aim is to keep Satan’s
Watch Fiends at bay, which doesn’t mean disconnect-
ing from the world, but from their view of the world.
Strangely, in my protected private world I feel more
connected than ever to the great world outside, the
world in flux, the world of which I remain a part, even
in my bolt-hole. The Internet is, in this respect, a boon,
as it is for anyone suffering confinement. Though for
my part I still discover more new things—things new
to me—between the covers of printed books, includ-
ing in texts published centuries ago.
I know that it’s often supposed that the closeness
of mortality makes people more benign, more dis-
posed to love. But once again, I guess I fail the test.
My hatred of the exploiters and their apologists is
sharper and fiercer than ever. The rule of global capital
has never seemed more naked, its casual brutality and
hubristic tyranny more exposed, its denial of human
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interdependence carried to sociopathic lengths in the
corporate disregard for climate change.
In this context, anger against injustice is not to
be diluted in “the moment” or suppressed because the
glass is “half full.”
While in itself the survivor’s situation provides
no clarity, it certainly makes you seek clarity, of one
kind or another. But if there is some point of rest in
life’s journey, a plane of resolution, an end to doubt and
inquiry, I haven’t reached it, and I’m not sure I want to
reach it. As long as I’m going, I’ll be looking to make
discoveries: a poet or a musical genre or a twist in the
tail of a Test match, new waves of resistance, new politi-
cal opportunities, new horizons of thought and feeling.
Though I reserve my rights to complain and to be
angry, I do feel lucky in some respects. Principally in the
support of those closest to me. But also in that reading
and writing have always been central to me and, despite
my illness, I can keep practising and even improving
both skills. Others I know who have lost not only their
mode of employment, but also the chance to engage in
the activities that gave meaning to their lives, are less for-
tunate. Or is that just me looking at the glass as half full?
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M E M E N T O M O R I
A PR IL 2013
Receiving a cancer diagnosis, and with it, at times, a
harsh prognosis, is inevitably a strange and disorientat-
ing experience. It poses awkward challenges for every-
one concerned—doctors, patients, loved ones. There is in
the end no right way to breach news of this kind, which
in any case takes time to sink in. And just as there’s no
proper way to tell someone that their time on this earth
is being cut short, so there’s no proper way to respond
to this information. When you’re addressing realities of
this scope, and of this intimacy, you need some kind of
higher poetry, and since that’s not possible for most of
us, we stumble along with the formulas at hand.
I admire Iain Banks’ choice in informing his read-
ers and the wider public of his situation and doing so
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with unaffected directness.* But I also respect and
fully understand other responses, including a desire for
anonymity. Every time I’ve written about my ongoing
encounter with cancer, I’ve felt ambivalent. There’s a
limit to what I want to share with strangers. And there
is something uncomfortable about calling attention to
one’s own medical misfortune in a world where so many
suffer so much so unjustly. At the same time, I know
that a number of people welcome informed and sensitive
comment on the subject, not least because it alleviates
the isolation that, one way or another, often comes with
the illness. In sharing his condition, Banks—as I’m sure
he’ll know from the responses he’s received—touched
on an experience which, though widely shared, is still
grappled with largely out of public view.
Once cancer enters your life, it’s strange how
ubiquitous the topic seems. You turn on the televi-
sion and it’s there in charity appeals and soap operas,
heavyweight dramas and even sitcoms. It’s a running
* On April 4, 2013, the novelist Iain Banks revealed in a message on
his website that he had cancer and his condition was terminal. The
announcement struck a chord and prompted a public outpouring of
sympathy and support. He died on June 9, 2013.
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theme in the news media, of which the coverage of
Banks’ announcement (and this article) forms a part.
Despite all that, we remain mostly ill-equipped to talk
about the realities of the disease; our formulas seem
paltry or glib. There is an enormous drive to pass over
the matter, to move on to another topic.
For me, there was one set of problems receiving the
news, absorbing it, and making what sense of it I could,
and then another in telling friends about it: what words
to choose, what tone to take, and what to expect in
response. This in turn, I knew, posed yet another set of
problems for them. How much all this has to do with our
own culture and its general depthlessness, and how much
is intrinsic to the human situation or the limitations of
language, I don’t know. Banks’ announcement acts as
a kind of brutal memento mori in a society that mostly
keeps death off-stage, or reduces it, PlayStation-style, to
a distant pantomime. It’s the kind of news that stops peo-
ple in their tracks—the tracks of daily life with its habits
and assumptions, in which death may be inevitable but is
not for today or tomorrow. Not for me and mine.
In the football world there was a similar response to
the near-death of Fabrice Muamba, the 23-year-old Bolton
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player struck down, without warning, by life-threatening
heart failure in the midst of an FA Cup quarter-final. The
event was a shocking one for football fans. It didn’t matter
whether they’d heard of Muamba before. That death or
near-death could strike so arbitrarily, so suddenly, in the
midst of a game, an exercise of energy and spontaneity,
was profoundly unsettling.
Banks paid a heartfelt tribute to the “deeply impres-
sive” care he’d received from the NHS. Countless others
dealing with cancer will echo that. His testimony is yet
another reminder of how much we stand to lose in the
current “makeover” of the NHS. Even for those it can-
not save, the NHS makes possible a death with dignity
and minimal suffering. The question is, do we value that
service, that final act of care and respect, sufficiently to
ensure that it continues to be available to all?
Right now, for me, as a patient under life-sustaining
treatment by the NHS, discussion of cancer must also be
discussion of the threat to that treatment from cuts and
privatisation. Cancer is the most intimate of experiences,
a malignancy secretly working its way inside you, but it
is also a social issue, a matter of shared common concern,
and therefore necessarily a political one.
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A C R I S I S C O N T R I V E D
J ULY 2013
The financial crisis threatening jobs and services at
the Barts Health Trust hospitals is a scandal and a
tragedy—because it is entirely contrived.
Among the main causes of the £2 million-per-week
deficit are “non-delivery of planned cost improve-
ment programme schemes.” In other words, the Trust
has been unable to implement the spending cuts it is
required to make as part of the NHS-wide £20 billion
“efficiency savings” programme.
It’s not that the Trust hasn’t been trying to meet its
“savings” targets, or that staff have been wanton with
resources; it’s that those targets cannot be met without
compromising patient care. It’s a paper exercise that is
disjointed from the realities of providing the service.
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In its report on the crisis, the Guardian notes that
“Attempts to cut wage costs are failing because vacan-
cies are having to be filled by agency staff.” What could
better illustrate the irrationality of the NHS financial
squeeze? Patient needs are non-negotiable; the demand
does not fluctuate according to the economic cycle, and
therefore the supply has to be consistent and contin-
uous. This cannot be done within the business model
embraced by the Barts bosses. (And the only serious
error I’ve suffered in my treatment at Barts was the
fault of an agency nurse on a night shift, who didn’t
understand how to use a new piece of equipment.)
The same point applies to the problem of escalating
Accident & Emergency costs. The hospitals are pushing
hard for people not to resort to A&E unless it’s abso-
lutely necessary, but in the end A&E demand is out of
the hands of the hospitals that have to meet it. Demand-
ing an arbitrary level of savings from A&E is tantamount
to demanding an arbitrary cap on A&E demand, which
is not possible, unless you’re simply going to deny treat-
ment to people who need it.
The Guardian article notes that the Trust is avoid-
ing mentioning the elephant in the room: the massive
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PFI rebuilding programme that costs the Trust some
hundred million a year in repayments. These, it appears,
can never be renegotiated or re-scheduled.
Muddying the waters is the news that the Barts
Trust hospitals are to face inspection as a result of “seri-
ous patient safety incidents . . . poor patient confidence
and trust in its nurses; long waits for urgent cancer
treatment; excessive rates of Caesarean section births;
and too many emergency re-admissions.” Redressing
any of these shortcomings will require more, not less,
money; and the proposed cuts in staff and departmen-
tal spending will surely exacerbate existing problems.
But here’s where the current spate of negative stories
about NHS treatment plays a dubious political role.
Not because the stories are untrue or insignificant
(they are neither), but because they are the effects, not
the cause, of the NHS crisis.
I regularly attend the weekly haemoncology clinic
at Barts, which is always packed with patients. There’s
usually a delay of at least forty minutes between
appointment times and actually being seen by a doctor.
Patients accept this because when you do see a doctor,
you get as much time and attention as is needed. I’ve
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never felt rushed or cut short; whatever issues I have at
that moment are dealt with in full. This can sometimes
take as much as an hour of the doctor’s time—which
means people behind me in the queue wait longer. And
of course the costs to the Trust rise. So it’s not ineffi-
ciency but efficiency—if the measure is to be patient
care—that’s making Barts financially “unviable.”
Now there will be pressure on staff to process
patients more quickly. At the same time, there will be
fewer staff to deliver the service.
I hope staff at Barts resist this attack on their jobs,
and on the essential, life-sustaining services they pro-
vide. It’s often seemed to me that Barts survives on
their good will alone. They’ve already been hammered
by a steady fall in real wages, and there is a sad fatal-
ism among most, not helped by the patchiness of the
union presence across the Trust. What’s vital is that
they understand that what’s happening now is not
about failings at Barts; it’s a manifestation of the gen-
eral crisis in the NHS, a crisis brought about by cuts,
fragmentation, and privatisation, and one that can only
be addressed through a mass movement that forces a
radical redirection in government policy.
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TA L K I N G A B O U T C A N C E R
J ULY 2013
Among cancer sufferers there’s often a shared moan
about how some friends or acquaintances “just don’t
get it,” some turn away and retreat, and some meddle
and proselytise.
Cancer sufferers all have their own pet grievances,
and I wouldn’t claim to speak for others. In fact, recog-
nising the variety of individual responses to cancer is a
necessary part of having, handling, and treating can-
cer. To revise Tolstoy, all healthy people are alike, all
unhealthy people are unhealthy after their own fash-
ion. We are all variants from a norm; that’s why we’re
being treated. So there are no uniform rules of the game
when it comes to talking to friends or acquaintances
who have cancer about their condition.
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Take “you’re looking well” or variants thereof:
sometimes people do get a boost from such remarks, or
are at least relieved to know that they don’t look as bad
as they feel. But for me there’s always a disconnection: if
I really do look well (and I suspect that’s mainly because
I don’t look as bad as people expect or fear), then my
appearance belies reality: I’m not well; I’m ill. And there
are times when “you look well” feels like a denial, and
places you in the awkward position of having to deny
the denial (and say you may look well but feel like shit)
or to go along, keep up the pretence, and thereby sup-
press an underlying, insistent truth.
Some people feel buoyed when friends compliment
their “bravery.” Others, including me, find the bravery
rhetoric around cancer deeply misconceived. It shifts
responsibility on to the patient; if you succumb to your
cancer, or even if you just complain about it, are you
wanting in “bravery”? When someone tells me I’ve
been “brave” I don’t know what to make of it. There’s
no choice in the matter. This is a front line it’s impossi-
ble to flee from.
Then there’s “how are you?”, a casual enquiry, in
practice little more than a salutation, that acquires all
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kinds of challenges for the person with cancer. How do
you answer? What does the person asking really want
to know? How earnest is the question? Responses
vary according to mood and context. Sometimes
I simply say “Okay,” either because at that moment
I can’t muster the energy required to give a meaning-
ful answer or because I’m unsure whether the inquirer
really wants to hear that answer. Sometimes, when I
do attempt to give a candid reply, I sense the inquirer
shrinking away, uncertain how to respond, how to
handle this discourse of pain and mortality.
While I don’t think there can be a protocol to gov-
ern this kind of dialogue, I would say that if you ask
someone with cancer how she or he is, do be prepared
to listen to the answer. And remember that listening to
it is nowhere near as uncomfortable as living with it.
Before I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma and
began my own journey through the labyrinth of cancer,
I was as insensitive as anyone to these issues. So I know
this question—how we talk about cancer—is not about
individual foibles. It’s not about making people feel guilty.
The situation, for both parties, is impossible: a conver-
gence of reticence and disquiet, closeness and distance,
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helplessness and the desire to help. The conventions of
everyday language are stretched to breaking point.
While some of our difficulties in engaging in
this kind of dialogue may be rooted in the human
condition, I’ve also been asking myself how much
of it is peculiar to our own society. Surrounded by
commercial displays of young, trim, blemish-free
bodies, it’s easy to feel marginalised. Our culture
enjoins celebration and affirmation; huge efforts go
into the manufacturing of “feel-good” moments, one
succeeded rapidly by another. The affirmative act
becomes a social duty, a gesture that we, the ill, are
expected to make, and for which we are congratu-
lated.
Sure, even for the severely ill, there’s plenty to
affirm in life—wondrous works of art, sublime acts
of rebellion, love and friendship—but life is also arbi-
trarily cruel, and it’s an additional cruelty to ask people
to deny that reality.
A society that vaunts individual success, where
nothing is disdained so much as a “loser,” does not
quite know what to do with the ill or disabled. Unless
our suffering can be sentimentally packaged, or recast
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as part of the neoliberal cult of “can do, will do,”
it remains unrepresented. The consumerist regime
generates a perpetual present, in which life is a succes-
sion of satisfied desires, without links to past or future.
Terminal illness cannot be accommodated within that
framework.
We lack the ritual and social contextualisation of
death found in pre-modern societies, and while there’s
no going back to that, an honest, self-aware, humane
society must find ways and means of integrating death
and suffering into its everyday norms.
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S U R P R I S I N G LY , I ’ M S T I L L A L I V E
( A N O P E N L E T T E R T O F R I E N D S )
SEP T EM BER 2013
Dear friends,
My oncologists are very happy with me at the moment.
When I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma in mid-
2007, I was given a prognosis of three to four years’
survival. My prospects were particularly miserable
because the type of myeloma I have is associated with
rapid deterioration. Yet here I am, more than six years
later, a bit hobbled, but still able to live and enjoy life.
It seems I’m the beneficiary of an amazingly accel-
erated improvement in myeloma treatment. Hence the
oncologists’ delight.
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To get to this point, I’ve undergone two stem-cell
transplants, repeated blasts of radiotherapy, and I’ve
lost count of how many courses of chemotherapy, plus
the bio-medical therapies of more recent vintage (taken
orally): thalidomide, Velcade, and now Revlimid.
All of these have taken their toll. None of them has
cured the myeloma. It’s always there, festering away. I
can feel the tumours in my back and chest. At any point
it could and one day will overwhelm me, but no one
knows when that will be. I’m now off the prognostic
charts, in a phase that myeloma sufferers who preceded
me never reached. It’s a strange feeling. Going where no
one has gone before, but at the same time headed quite
surely for the place where everyone goes in the end, and
probably sooner rather than later.
All I really know is that for the time being I’m
still here. But to be honest what’s most important to
me about this unexpected experience of survival is that
I still feel I have many things to do in this life: peo-
ple to love, causes to fight, books and articles to write,
maybe even places to visit. One thing I learned from
this whole ordeal is not to take that continuing engage-
ment with life, with all its unanswered questions, for
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granted. There were certainly times in the last six years
when I felt being alive no longer offered that; it was
survival and nothing but. I know it’s hard to imagine
if you haven’t been in this position, but there are times
and circumstances when mere survival loses all appeal.
Of course I’m grateful beyond words to the many
people who got me to this point. The doctors, nurses,
technicians, receptionists, cleaners, and porters who’ve
cared for me at Barts and the Royal London. All those
past and present who built and sustained the NHS. My
partner in sickness and health, Liz, who’s accompanied
me through every phase of this labyrinthine journey
(and made sure I was taking the right pills on the right
days, not an easy task). My sister Susan, who donated
the stem cells for my transplant. All the scientists—
going back generations—whose research contributed
to the myriad therapies I’ve benefited from.
But not to Celgene, the U.S.-based corporation that
owns the license on Revlimid, and uses its monopoly to
charge the NHS extortionate rates for its product. The
cost of actually producing the drug is next to nothing,
but this year my Revlimid treatment alone will cost the
NHS more than £40,000. Like other drug companies,
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Celgene claims its high prices are necessary to pay for
research and development, but frankly that’s crap. It
spends more on marketing and lobbying than on R&D.
Plus it boasts an extraordinary 26% profit margin, way
above the already-exorbitant pharma-industry average
of 17%. Who knew multiple myeloma could be such a
money-spinner?
One of the reasons I’m glad to be alive is that I can
have a go at these bastards.
In solidarity,
Mike
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H E L D H O S TA G E B Y B I G P H A R M A
NOV EM BER 2013
In recent months, I’ve been taking a medication called
Revlimid, given as a “late therapy” for multiple myeloma.
Since it looks like I may be Revlimid-dependent for a
while, I decided to educate myself about the drug. As the
chemistry is beyond me, I focused my attention elsewhere.
The first thing I discovered was that Revlimid is
phenomenally expensive.
A single twenty-one-day cycle of treatment at the
lowest dose of 5 mg daily costs the NHS £3,570. As
the dose rises, so does the price: for a single twenty-
one-day cycle at the high dose of 25 mg, it’s £4,318. The
increment is small because the costs of actually manu-
facturing the drug are minimal. But whatever it is that
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we’re paying for, we’re paying for it through the nose:
between £42,000 and £51,000 per patient for a year’s
treatment. This is a treatment we need, and to which
we have a right. That does not, however, mean that its
cost should be taken for granted.
Revlimid, it turns out, is a major profit generator
for a medium-sized pharmaceutical company called
Celgene, based in New Jersey. Though it directly
employs only four thousand people, Celgene’s 2012
revenues were $6.2 billion, up from $5.5 billion the
previous year. After taxes (at an effective rate of only
5%), profits on that revenue amounted to $1.6 billion, a
26% profit-to-sales ratio, high even by pharma-indus-
try standards.
Sales of Revlimid contributed more than $1 billion
to Celgene’s revenues last year, making it the company’s
biggest cash cow. The Revlimid patent extends to 2027, and
according to the company, “revenue is not near its poten-
tial peak.” (The drug has recently been approved for use
in China.) Not surprisingly, Celgene’s NASDAQ-listed
share price has risen steadily, up 113% in 2012.
Celgene also makes the version of thalidomide
used in the treatment of multiple myeloma, as well as a
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new myeloma therapy called Pomalyst, licensed in the
U.S. and currently under review by NICE.
Who knew so much money could be made out
of multiple myeloma? It’s considered a rare disease,
accounting for only 1% of all cancers. Currently there
are about fourteen thousand people in Britain and
seventy-five thousand in the U.S. living with multiple
myeloma. Not a vast market, but clearly a profitable
one, though still only a sliver of the $1.1 trillion global
pharmaceutical industry.
Like other pharmaceutical companies, Celgene
claims its high prices are needed to sustain research
and development. However, like other pharmaceu-
tical companies, Celgene spends the majority of its
revenue not on R&D, but on sales, marketing, lob-
bying, legal fees, acquisitions, and of course distri-
bution of profits. In keeping with an industry-wide
trend, revenues and profits have grown faster than
investment in R&D.
Celgene can charge exorbitantly for Revlimid
because it owns an exclusive license to produce it. The
formula itself is easy to replicate, and if it were not for
legal restraints, the drug could be produced generi-
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cally for a fraction of the cost. This multi-billion dollar
business is built on a state-enforced private monopoly
of an essential good.
On examination, the rationale for that monopoly
crumbles. Scientific research is cumulative and collec-
tive. The development of Revlimid was only possible
because of a chain of advances in molecular biology and
other disciplines. On what basis does the fruit of that
process belong exclusively to Celgene’s shareholders?
In a revealing trend, pharmaceutical companies
increasingly outsource core functions, including drug
discovery itself. This reduces fixed costs, but vitiates
the neoliberal argument that innovation is inextricably
tied to private ownership of the final product. It shows
that innovation can be paid for and rewarded as a sepa-
rate function, and that patent-holding exclusivity is not
a necessary component of the process.
According to Big Pharma, their corporate model is
the only way to advance research. Historically, however,
medical advances have largely depended on public insti-
tutions (hospitals and universities); the corporate model
is relatively recent. It is also a model compromised at its
scientific core. The reliance on capitalist incentive for
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investment, as opposed to investment determined by
public need, distorts the field as a whole. Increasingly,
research is dictated by marketing. The aim is to produce
a profitable drug; R&D priorities are set accordingly. As
can be seen in the long-running resistance of Big Pharma
to full publication of clinical trials data, the imperatives
of competition put a brake on the sharing of informa-
tion, which is the basis of scientific advance.
Jonas Salk, who discovered the first polio vaccine
in the early 1950s, refused to take out a patent for the
drug. Explaining his logic, he asked rhetorically, “Could
you patent the sun?” He also noted that he had already
been paid for his work on the drug through his regular
salary as a university-based research scientist. (Not sur-
prisingly, he was placed under surveillance by the FBI.)
Celgene has been criticised for its involvement in
the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC),
a body described by John Nichols in The Nation as a
“collaboration between multinational corporations and
conservative state legislators.” ALEC’s causes include
reducing corporate regulation and taxation; privatising
public services; tightening voter identification rules and
making it harder for minorities, students, and the poor
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to vote; minimising environmental protection; and
promoting gun rights. It’s also zealous for “tougher,”
longer criminal sentencing, which directly benefits
ALEC members like the Corrections Corporation of
America and the GEO Group, two of the U.S.’s largest
for-profit prison companies.
ALEC also promotes “stand your ground” laws
of the type used in Florida to justify the murder of
Trayvon Martin. In response to that atrocity, activ-
ists announced a boycott of Coca-Cola because of
its support for ALEC. Within hours, the company
announced it was ending its relationship with the
right-wing lobbying group. Others followed, includ-
ing Wendy’s, Kraft Foods, McDonald’s, Apple,
Procter & Gamble, and even Walmart. But not Cel-
gene, or indeed GlaxoSmithKline, Bayer, Pfizer, or
PhRMA (the pharmaceutical trade group). Alongside
Big Pharma, tobacco, oil, and energy giants also
remain committed to ALEC.
Responding to criticisms of Celgene’s support
for ALEC, Greg Chesmore, the company’s Senior
Director of State Government Relations, declared last
year that “participation in ALEC is consistent with
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Celgene’s vision, mission, values, and fully aligned
with our commitment to improve the lives of patients
worldwide.” In a perverse way, that’s all true.
In July 2012, the Guardian reported that ALEC
had extended its operation to Britain, where it is
lobbying against plain packaging of cigarettes. So it
appears that some (admittedly small) part of the money
the NHS hands over every year to Celgene ends up
funding a campaign to undermine the health of people
in Britain, adding to the NHS burden.
So the NHS is spending a lot of money keep-
ing me going. It was indeed the “cost-effectiveness”
of Revlimid that made NICE initially reluctant
to approve it. After a vigorous public campaign by
patient advocacy groups, NICE changed its position,
and Revlimid was made available on the NHS. I’m a
beneficiary of this campaign, but so is Celgene. The
clamour to save or prolong lives like mine under-
mined NICE’s bargaining position and strengthened
Celgene’s. It’s a pattern seen in other controversies
involving NICE, where health charities collaborate
with pharmaceutical companies in pressing for rapid
approval of new drugs.
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Of course, the very idea of determining the
“cost-effectiveness” of a life-prolonging treatment is
grotesque. What formula can possibly measure this
kind of value? But anger at NICE is misdirected. The
real problem is the extortionate prices demanded for
life-prolonging drugs, and the real culprits are the
pharmaceutical companies, who too often get away
with making NICE the fall-guy for their rapacity.
In effect, companies like Celgene are hostage-
takers: pay the ransom, they demand, or someone dies.
The ruthlessness is breathtaking, but it is accepted as a
corporate behavioural norm. What makes it more arch
is that the hostage-taker claims to be on the side of the
hostages. Though I’m one of those being held hostage
by Big Pharma, I’ve experienced no trace of Stockholm
syndrome. On the contrary, I resent the way my illness,
my vulnerability, has been exploited, used by a group
of self-serving parasites to gouge the public purse.
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C R E D I T S
“Prologue: The Hospital’s Story.” First published in The Hindu
(India), August 26, 2009.
“A Conscript in the ‘War on Cancer.’” Versions of this arti-
cle appeared in Red Pepper, October 2009; and The Guardian,
December 29, 2009.
“A Tale of Two Health Systems.” Written in February 2010, this
article was originally commissioned for the Barts Trust official
website. However, directors of the Trust found it “too political”
and decided not to publish it.
“The Politics of Hypocrisy.” Versions of this article appeared in
Red Pepper and The Guardian, December 2010.
“False Economies.” First published in The Guardian, February
19, 2011.
“An Education in Dependency.” First published in The
Guardian, July 27, 2012.
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“The Complicated Business of Surviving.” First published
online, www.mikemarqusee.com, August 2012; a shortened
version appeared in The Guardian, December 11, 2012.
“Memento Mori.” First published in The Guardian, April 6, 2013.
“A Crisis Contrived.” First published in The Morning Star, July
18, 2013.
“Talking About Cancer.” First published in The Guardian, July
31, 2013.
“Held Hostage by Big Pharma.” First published in The Morning
Star, November 18, 2013.