The Passing of Time
Pen is clearly part of my fabric, my DNA. I have been so moulded by her that I have no doubt that some of her personality survives in me. There is not a day that passes without me thinking of her, of the insanity of what happened and how it happened. Nevertheless, however much I did not think it initially, the passing of time does help.
For me and for many of you who read this blog, the reality, with hindsight, is that grieving for Pen started earlier than her death. We really lost Pen in the aftermath of her biopsy in late December 2007. She was initially in a coma and we thought we were really losing her at that point. She did rally to some extent over the following days. Really however, even if she retained a beautifully glowing spark of her unique self right to the end, she was so compromised mentally from that stage that Penny the personality was no longer with us. In addition, whereas I never gave up hope at any time during her illness, I could not prevent my hope being ultimately grounded in the unwavering rationality that I have always admired and aspired to have. By making it my business to become an expert in glioblastomas from the time her diagnosis was confirmed, I simply could not avoid facing up to the stark reality of the situation, however unbearably painful it was.
Subconsciously, I can therefore only assume, that my head had to start getting used from that time onwards, to the high probability of losing my soulmate.
The human spirit seems to be such that, with time, one can get used to the most unexpected situations, even those which initially trigger nothing but terror and utter despair. As Camus describes so vividly in l'Etranger, in the context of loss of one's freedom, "J'ai souvent pensé alors que si l'on m'avait fait vivre dans un tronc d'arbre sec, sans aucune occupation que de regarder la fleur du ciel au-dessus de ma tete, je m'y serais peu a peu habitué. J'aurais attendu des passages d'oiseaux ou des rencontres de nuages..."
Change
I've been struggling with this question for a while. Have I changed as a result of what has happened? The answer to this is clearly yes. But if so, in what ways? Has this experience had a positive effect on me as a person? Will it ultimately make me a better human being? The answers to those questions are still very hazy and fundamentally, it will be up to others to answer. They are nevertheless essential questions, especially to those people who have known me before and have a relationship with me which is based on something I was, but may not be anymore...
For what they are worth, here are some thoughts for this particular moment in time:
Pen's influence: Relative to me, Pen was such an essentially good person that her influence on me has to be positive. She had very visibly left her mark and her mould on my personality even before any of this happened, but with her death, I find myself consciously and subconsciously thinking of what she would think, how she would react in different situations. I have tried to lead my life with constant questioning of my actions and thoughts in terms of how I think she would have viewed them. Pen had a very strong sense of fun and was willing to indulge lots of things in those around her, but when it came to the crunch, she recognised instinctively where the lines in the sand were. And her lines were straight. By using the 'What would Pen have done/thought?" counterfactual effectively as my conscience, I am putting more thought into my actions than I ever did in my life and finding it much easier to disentangle situations and decisions, even the banal everyday ones.
Priorities: Especially in the early months after Pen's death, I filled up my time to an unhealthy degree, clogging up the few days when I was not travelling with socialising with friends, work events, dinner, drinks, shows, Spanish classes, sailing and wine courses, exhibitions, following Liverpool FC week-in-week-out, running etc. I was aware that I was doing it, but I had to fill the time because spending time on my own meant facing up to the unbearable reality of what happened. Then gradually, I made a conscious effort to spend more time on my own, in my house, with my music and my books and the occasional DVD. I had to put myself through it to see how it felt. It was mostly harrowing but I found that despair is actually tiring. I had no physical and mental energy to continue being down. Strangely enough, I think I got tired being sad and missing Pen. So I started consciously trying to get rid of the 'being sad' part and just focused on missing her. This helped immensely. Focusing on her absence meant trying to understand better what it was that I was missing, which in turn allowed me to understand better what she was about and how that dove-tailed with who I am.
This is an evolution which has been very much ongoing for several months and will no-doubt continue. I nevertheless already identify some valuable outcomes:
- I am learning to take more time to live. I clearly used to be too engrossed in my career and in trying to be successful. I have been reasonably good at it but it used to receive an undue proportion of my time, focus and effort. I definitely have better perspective, even if clearly, I love a challenge and love my work. I am also making an effort to notice people and things around me.
- I am trying to connect more with the physical world. Pen always had tremendous sensibility in her very soul. She felt the world whereas I had to look quite hard to see it. Hers was a beautiful talent and attribute to have and I have been trying to cultivate it in me. I will never reach her levels but I am improving. I have felt it often and increasingly, notably during my holidays to Mauritius and India, but also in everyday situations and conversations.
- Probably one of the most obvious things to say about Pen is that she was so good people. I have always considered myself also reasonably good with people, but Pen had a disarming spontaneity, which won her unquestioning trust and loyalty from a first meeting. This is something I clearly lack. It is a wonderful thing though and I would quite like a little of it! So I've been trying. This does not come easily as my natural instinct has always been not to venture opinions until I have a clear view or am asked a direct question. Nevertheless, I am still trying... Please do mention if you detect signs of this elusive spontaneity!
Spirituality and beliefs: Everyone knows that I was born and raised as a Hindu. My family are very proud of its culture and traditions. Personally, I developed what I considered to be a healthy scepticism. I was always much more interested in Hindu philosophy and the history and resilience of Hindu civilisation, rather than in the rituals, culture and traditions in the form and shape they have evolved to today. I also grew up with a strong sense of my Mauritian identity, as distinct from my Hindu culture. I fundamentally believed that there is a god even if I struggled to conceptualise it, which I think is a fairly common problem.
The fact and manner of Pen's illness and death have shaken my spiritual beliefs to their very core. I am still proud of my Hindu heritage and my Mauritian identity - these are intrinsically part of who I am and Pen would certainly never allow me to forget either of these things, given that she became so close to what she called 'my tribe'! I still try to live my life by doing the right thing by others - my version of this being inevitably conditioned by the Hindu view of these matters, with an emphasis on duty and self-questioning.
As far as spirituality is concerned however, I am in a different place altogether. My thoughts on this topic remain muddled and I cannot foresee whether this is where I will end up, but for the moment, what I know is that I can no longer take seriously the concept of a benign god. I am actually increasingly with Roger on this. There is no purpose in life other than the purpose that we can find in it through our own search, using our own consciousness and conscience. Other than that, we are ultimately driven by our cells, which sometimes become very defective.
Emotions: When I consider how low I have at times felt, I cannot help being occasionally surprised by the resolve, determination, sheer bloody-mindedness I have also shown in the last 18-odd months. At Pen's funeral, I committed to her that I would not allow myself to be beaten by this, but rather, inspired by her own love of life, I would embrace my life and try to make the best of it. I did not however expect to achieve it. I anticipated having enough resolve to be able to function at a basic level. In reality, I have managed to do more. It is quite scary at times and this is an area of my own personality that I am still trying to understand. Perhaps we all have this latent ability to raise ourselves in the face of adversity. Anecdotal evidence would suggest that this is indeed the case. At other times though I do worry that I have somehow become 'superhuman' (not my description but rather that of fantastic Lenora when she visited recently). I wonder whether I will allow anything to ever touch me again, at a certain level. I have always had empathy and I am convinced that I will retain that. If anything, I think I have become closer to the people who were close before. I cannot help suspecting however, whether there is a part of my brain and emotions that will be forever cauterised by the events of the last 18 months. I guess time will tell.
People
It's been very enlightening and ultimately enriching to consider and analyse how people have reacted to Pen's illness and death. A few conclusions on this:
- Pen and I are blessed to have the families that we do. I know from experience as well as from talking to a lot of healthcare professionals, that the rallying around that we were able to do was really fairly unique. It was a desperate situation but all decisions were taken based on consensus and I am ultimately convinced that I took the right calls, with the support of those who counted. We informed ourselves, researched, got views from the best places in the world, challenged the doctors in a way that many people would not have been willing or able to do. We ensured that she had the best care possible. We cared for her with our hands. She died in her house. I really think she felt all of this in spite of her compromised state.
- I will never be able to express my gratitude to our friends for their incredible support through Pen's illness and since her death. The saturday afternoons in the pub during her illness were respite from caring for her, which maintained my sanity. Since her death I have always had someone willing to talk when I've felt like sharing some thoughts or occasionally much more, over a few beers. You have made unbelievable gestures. Sue's parachute jump and Matthew dedicating his first published book to Penny are two that are well known, but there are many more. What we've been through as a group of friends has really been bizarre but it has clearly brought all of us closer together. Especially the different pockets of friendship which are not connected in any particular way other than simply through knowing two people. This is an unequivocally positive thing to come out of all this and it is something which Pen had always wanted to try to achieve at our parties!
- My work really showed what a team is all about. Being told by Sunil to "Go away, be with your wife, and come back when you're ready," was absolutely instrumental in me being able to be almost constantly at her side for the last few months of her life. The unquestioning, selfless and seamless way my other colleagues stepped into the breach to cover for me for the next 8 months means that they will always be much more than simply colleagues. When people in financial services currently have so much bad press and are faced with so much ignorance... but that's another topic!
- It's been interesting to meet people for the first time and see their reaction. Overall, I have had waves of sympathy and goodwill. Mostly people do not know what to say. It is only natural. I remember clearly being a spacker when Lucy, your sister died some years ago and I really did not know what to tell you. It is not easy. I expect I remind people of their own mortality, and the sheer unpredictability of life. These are not comfortable thoughts when one is supposed to be at their peak. Given this, I am surprised more people simply don't run a mile! I actually think sometimes, it is better not to say anything. A hug or a handshake can convey so much.
- Without the people, I could not do this. You know who you are. Thank you.