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June, 2014

Latest news from Michiyoshi *Originally posted in Japanese on June 7th , 2014

I am writing this message from my room of the Cancer Institute Hospital of the JFCR(Japanese Foundation for Cancer Research) in Tokyo, while looking at the Tokyo Gate Bridge and landing airplanes through the hazy filter of the rainy season, which just began. I see black-headed gulls flying in front of me, here, where I would normally pass by quickly in my Mitsuoka Himiko convertible if I was healthy.

I’ll start off by explaining why I didn’t go into hospital as soon as they found my throat cancer. As doctors have, just like musicians, strong and weak fields, I took my time choosing my hospital by carefully considering the most suitable skills and experience for the very type of my cancer and the access from my house, above all. My stay in the hospital for treatment finally started on May 26. Before this day, I was visiting hospitals in an effort to be informed so that I wouldn’t end up regretting this very important decision.

Sometimes I was even excessively cautious, like going to see the best doctors my loving friends introduced to me and trying to feel directly each hospital’s people’s atmosphere. As an audience member, I often go away quietly from concert hall when the performance is really bad, but this time, I didn’t want to leave the hospital I trust my own life to.

Now I’m starting to think my case might not be as serious as I thought, as I’m seeing more and more patients around me. As I am in the Cancer Institute Hospital, all inpatients around me have cancer. I feel pity for them. It seems everyone is looking down.

Luckily my cancer wasn’t compounded by any other health problems, so in the end I decided to be treated in this special institute that has a lot of experience in treating various cancers.

The current progress is about a quarter of all the treatment. The radiation’s influence is getting out. My lower face got red and my tongue got grainy: when I have soba-noodle-soup, I feel like eating cement noodles in a salty weak coffee. I mutter to myself that, in the end I wasn’t born with a good palate and, before this, I always enjoyed the texture when I had foods...

Basically my treatment process is going well, but I am suffering from a couple of unexpected ambushes: A double attack by a violent cough and urinary stone, my old enemy.

Night and day, every five minutes, the cough didn't stop, as if they twisted my body painfully. This coughing may be a bronchial reflex motion to avoid pulmonary aspiration at the bottom of my throat which had been already quite swollen before I came to the hospital.

It drove me crazy (I was as crazy as before, I assume...) not being able to sleep, and thus, I lost my strength due to lack of sleep (but coughing toned up my abdominal muscles...) I kept saying to the hospital staff, “If you stop my cough, I will make another cancer institute hospital for you”, but they didn’t try to do that, because, according to them, stopping my cough by using force may cause a risk of pulmonary aspiration and incorrect swallowing.

My words “My god, I can’t sleep, do something...!” sounded in vain.Just in that period, my wife Tamayo’s mother Fumiko Kuroda suddenly passed away at the age of 91. Tamayo had to run in a hurry to her native place Nishinomiya, leaving the worldwide great conductor Michiyoshi alone in the Guadalcanal-like battle field. I was then subjected to three straight days of torturous coughs and a fever. Then, the urinary stone, that always relapses when I stay in the bed for a long time, kindly gave me a dull pain around the right of my back: After a two-day-long crescendo, my pain finally peaked - OUCH! The pain was dramatically allayed by the Voltarian pain relievers, which finally enabled me to sleep.

This hospital has a Chinese Herbal Medicine department which is quite a rare thing.

We can’t declare that the opinions of the specialists of this department, quite different from the other doctors in western medicine, are needless, such as those “maverick” players that many orchestras have.

When there was a difference of opinion about my cough between a doctor from the Chinese Herbal Medicine department and my doctor from the Head and Neck Oncology department, I myself assumed the responsibility of navigating it. I don’t know yet if it works in the long run, but for now, at least, my cough is going away and I am tending to sleep a little.

Originally posted in Japanese on June 7th, 2014

Latest news from Michiyoshi *Originally posted in Japanese on June 16th , 2014

The cough I reported on before was identified as whooping cough on June 13th

extremely furious, saying “We are in a hospital, and your patient was complaining of a

violent cough. I couldn’t sleep at night for a week. Why, for three weeks, you didn’t suspect

I had whooping cough, a disease spread among adults actually!” Again, my words of protest sounded in vain... A nurse in charge of me started coughing, too.

Then I asked the opinion of my old elementary school classmate Nobuhiko Okabe, now the director of the Infectious Disease Surveillance Center of the National Institute of Infectious Diseases – he sometimes appears on TV. According to him, “Doctors specialized in infectious disease would immediately think about whooping cough, but for other doctors, it wouldn’t be a high priority in their mind.” I started to accept his explanation and my anger settled. But...

With this matter, I fully realized that in this world, there are so many people who don’t know at all about whatever lies outside their expertise. In fields such as music, theater, painting and movie-making for example, everyone is focused on their own little world. People also rely too heavily on their smartphones for their general knowledge. People are losing their ability to imagine possibilities outside their domain. Those who are not at all interested in a diversity of things are dangerous. They most likely don’t even have friends in other fields to whom they can easily ask an opinion... Is this vicious situation caused by the Japanese virtue called “modesty”...?

I myself made a gross error. I was feeling as if I were aboard a perfectly run great ship, after going to the “big and distinguished hospital highly specialized in cancers”. But in fact I was like the students on that sinking Korean ship. Is this the way people who own guns for self-defense feel in the supposedly great US? This might seem like an illogical leap in what I write... probably because I am in such a long difficult situation.

I finally reached midway point day of my whole treatment.

It's becoming more and more difficult for me to swallow. I hear that within the last four years feeding tube techniques have been becoming more common. Before using feeding tubes became more common, almost half of all throat cancer patients were discouraged halfway through radiation therapy and thus they couldn’t get ideal treatment. I can totally understand it. This extreme suffering is about five times worse than I imagined.

Give up smoking, everyone! My case is not caused by smoking, but hey.... I got

Originally posted in Japanese on June 16th, 2014