Influences: ‘The art of Jörn Cann’

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer.

Instead of posting new work I am going to give readers the chance to read material from the archives of this blog.

Starting on Monday, a new-old blog post will appear here every two days, twenty of my favourites from the last four years.

See you all in September, and happy holidays.

Anthony

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Jorn

 

This is Jörn Cann.

He was my ward doctor at the haematology unit where I was treated for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2006.

I was intrigued by him before I even met him. My consultant whispered to me that Jörn had himself been treated for blood cancer, the related but different Hodgkin’s lymphoma. ‘He’ll know what you’re about to go through,’ she said.

Walking round a corner to the ward where he worked, we bumped into him filling a doorway and shout-sharing a joke with some nurses. He shook my hand, put his arm around me, then swore at me for being a Chelsea fan.

That was Jörn in microcosm: warm, intimate and abrupt. I never knew a person who stood on less ceremony.

Readers who knew Jörn will already know why I am writing about him in the past tense. He died suddenly and unexpectedly from peritonitis in September 2011. He was 43.

I have called this piece ‘The art of Jörn Cann’ not because he ran round the wards sketching us while we sat on our drips but because he cared. Of course he did, you might say: he was paid to. Well, yes, up to a point.

The art I am referring to is based on an idea of Seth Godin’s from his book The Icarus DeceptionThere he talks about ‘art’ as a vital force of connection and transformation as the old industrial model of production crumbles around us. It’s the difference, he says, between a doctor giving you results from a blood test and actually sitting down with you to explain its implications.

That’s art. It disregards the training manual and is mindful of the human stories of others, whatever the risk involved. That was what Jörn gave to patients each day of his life on the haematology wards. It is worth remembering that there are thousands like him working in the NHS, whose stories are not normally represented in the discourse surrounding it, so often reduced as it is to numbers and statistics.

Half way through my treatment, when it looked as though my infusions of chemotherapy were not working, it was Jörn who plopped himself on my bed and without losing eye contact explained: ‘If you’re given a shit pack of cards, those are the ones you play with.’ This is one of the great lessons anyone has taught me about life, creativity, and making the most of what is front of you, ever.

Then he told me he had been treated for his own cancer, on an off, since he was 16.

He didn’t need to say it, and had not been asked to, but he did: ‘And look at me. I’m still here.’  He relapsed a week later.

Even though I now only visit the unit once a year, I miss Jörn more than I can say.

I saw him for the last time in a Lidl supermarket of all places. He greeted me as though his day had been building up to this one special moment. We swapped plans for future projects and stories of our families, followed by a brief but incisive dissection of Arsenal’s current form. That was a kind of art, too. Most doctors you see outside of hospital premises run for cover if they see you.

Even though the circumstances of our relationship were grim, I am deeply proud to have known him. These are some of the reasons Love for Now is dedicated to his memory.

 

An earlier version of this post appeared on 19 June, 2013

5 comments

  1. Mandy_S

    Jorn sounds a wonderful person, Anthony, and by the sound of it he’d be tickled pink to find himself celebrated in the poetry world. My main contact with the NHS has been through gynae ops. Certain nurses have amazed me with their firm kindness and their ability to carry out cringe-making procedures with a sense of humour and an intention to preserve my dignity. Such goodness.

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    • Anthony Wilson

      Hi Mandy
      Bless you for your honesty. Thank you.
      Jorn really was amazing. I’ve just seen his photo by the weighing-in scales on my yearly check up.
      It is so much quieter without him. Amazing warmth and hardcore banter. A real human being, in all senses.
      Such goodness indeed.
      As ever with thanks
      Anthony

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  2. Robert Phelps

    When sheepish breath comes to say goodbye

    and bereft of my friend oxygen

    In the chilled sweat of my death will I

    what lights so pure to candle my end see

    I will be still as she covers me

    and what I had so wrong thought to be

    unforgiving darkness all round me

    is but bright of your transparency.

    Thank you for sharing this great soul

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  3. rcw

    Please would you unsubscribe me from you website. I have greatly enjoyed your posts, but I am no longer able to concentrate to read due to medication. Thank you. John Denny.

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    • Anthony Wilson

      Hello John
      Many thanks for your comment. The easiest way to do this is by clicking the Unsubscribe button at the foot of WordPress emails that you get when posts of mine go live.
      Wishing you a speedy and full recovery
      Anthony

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