Two cartoon figures debatingI remember having to argue the case for ‘I would send my son to Downside’ when debating in the Upper Sixth; as a proud Gregorian, I thought it would be easy to reel off all the fantastic opportunities I had had – and made the most of – during my time at the school. Meanwhile, the opposition put forward a couple of very flimsy arguments, based on minor inconveniences such as that a couple of the dormitories were a bit cold – unfortunately I was too busy talking about, erm, my own achievements to notice and highlight the lack of substance in their points. I was convinced my argument would have won the debate, but in the end there was a slight drift towards the opposition when the final votes were taken.

Mr Fogarty, who ran the debating society and taught me English, was one of those teachers I’ll never forget, and among the advice and admonitions he gave me that are now ingrained in my brain (‘Make war on the adverb’; ‘More ingenious than credible’) is his description of my performance as being “from the Damian Nixon school of debating: ‘Look at me, aren’t I great?'” At the time, it took me a little while to stop angrily denying this (at least in my head), but then I realised he was absolutely right – I had used the debate to reel off my personal successes, of varying magnitude and often little down to any particular ability on my part.

Since then, I’ve always been aware of not focusing on me too much when arguing a point or explaining something, but I can’t help feeling that I’m writing this blog in line with the Damian Nixon school of blogging (apologies to Damian, who was a very bright student in Tom’s year, three years above me; it’s just a phrase that has stuck). It’s all about me, me and Mariacristina, who at least prevents there being a third me in that sentence. That’s partly why I was keen for her to write her own post, although of course it was still about me and her. I guess that – unlike in that debate – it’s necessary in this case, though – without our personal experience, there’d be nothing to write about.

In a way I’m exploiting my leukaemia, which is a cheerful thought. If it’s going to put me into hospital, threaten my life and force me into a difficult course of treatment, the least it can do in return is to give me something to write about that other people might be interested in reading. As a friend put it: I can now write about the same things I could easily have written about when I didn’t have leukaemia, but now there’s a reason for people to read about them… I could have spouted on about the Power of Now any time, for example, but leukaemia has at least provided an audience.

But why should you listen to me, just because I have leukaemia? There are far wiser, wittier writers with far better thought-out ideas, but as they don’t have leukaemia, you probably haven’t read anything about them. The answer is that you care, and if that means you are willing to put up with my sometimes self-indulgent waffle and cod philosophy, then what harm is there in that?

MacBook Pro keyboardI love writing these posts, and am thrilled that people are actually reading them – thank you. I’ve started the occasional blog before, but without the immediate interest provided by my diagnosis, motivation and an audience have been lacking. Now I have both, but even if I’m enjoying the attention and exploiting your interest in my leukaemia, I like to think it’s a mutually beneficial relationship – I get to write and feel important in some way; you get to read (or not, if you choose not to) about the progress of my treatment, while learning a little more about the rest of my life with (and without) Mariacristina.

So: thank you for reading, and for caring. It means a huge amount to us both.

7 thoughts on “It’s all about me (and Mariacristina)

  1. For my part, I can say I read your blog first because of personal interest as it helps me cope with our own family situation – my daughter (only a few years younger than you)is in remission from ALL and has had a transplant; currently she is undergoing photopheresis for GvHD – and secondly to support you. I feel I understand a bit of what you are going through and it also helps me think about what’s happened to us. However, neither of the two reasons would be sufficient if your writing weren’t good. I think the blog is great and I enjoy reading the posts quite apart from my personal interests.
    ps keeping my fingers crossed for those neutrophils

  2. My darling George & MC,

    Your posts for me are a way to keep in touch with 2 very dear friends & a reminder of life outside my own new bubble just now (we moved house yesterday!) My only problem is I never know whether to say stuff that’s going on in my life or the wider world.

    Part of me thinks ‘that’s self-centred’ but another part thinks ‘if my inane wafflings would fill another few seconds of George’s days or make one or other of them smile; then I should’.

    Please make some reference to which you would prefer (be it here, Facebook, Twitter or wherever) & I will endeavour to comply (& reply) more often in the best way for you.

    You know how much love & respect I have for both of you & my parents & the friends I’ve shared your remarkable story with ask most every day ‘How’s George?’ or ‘Any news?’ ‘Is MC’s cold better?’ or ‘Tell him we’re praying to’.

    So, you see the ripples for the pond that is your blog reach as far as Cork to.

    I just want to do as you wish (that includes ‘shutting up’ if you want) so please say.

    Love always & ever,
    Fi
    x

    1. Dear Fi, your fabulous comments are welcome wherever you post them! It’s always nice to get comments on the blog, though, as otherwise it sometimes feels a little bit one-way.

      Hope all is well with you, particularly with the new house! Exciting stuff.

      Keep ’em coming!

      love
      George

      1. Ok, my darlings, but remember ‘you asked for it! LOL!

        Mum & I had an ‘interesting’ shopping list today, ‘Bread, Milk, Mum’s magazine, new wardrobe & bookshelves’! Everything is in more heaps than the Peak District & me with Euros; well I’m sure you remember what a pickle I can be! lol

        Maybe I should start a blog about it! LOL!

        Love
        Fi
        x

  3. Just love reading your blogs George. You are an extremely talented, witty writer and your writing has such purpose. You’re positivity is an inspiration (as it always was with the OMV) and I can just hear you saying it all as I read. When I open my facebook, I read very little but always read uour updates. I haven’t seen you for years…infact I remember visiting you with Amy last time you were in hospital but I’m sure have seen you since…I feel as if I have reading so much about your daily goings on. You are very much in my thoughts and prayers…and your beautiful wife too xx

  4. Great teacher, Bernard Fogarty. I am always fascinated by what students remember. Those remarks that stick forever in your mind. Keep writing. You certainly help me to remember what are the truly important things in life both big and small.Bacon! So sending lots of rays of warm sunshine from the Indian Ocean and best wishes. Marie-Hélène (Oliver)
    PS does Freddie still tie a knot in his ear?

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