This
internationally respected peace and reconciliation centre was founded by Ray
Davey an army chaplain who, like Kurt Vonnegut, had been a POW and had
witnessed the fire-bombing of Dresden in 1945. Both men were profoundly changed
by this terrible experience in which the city was destroyed and at least 25,000
people were killed.
Working as a
chaplain at QUB, Ray became committed to fostering community as an antidote to
violence. He wanted to found a place where people of good will could come together
and learn to live in community. In early 1965 he managed to raise £7000 in ten
days to buy a site on top of the cliffs near Ballycastle and, with the help of
students, Corrymeela was opened in October that year. Since then the centre has
been run by a small number of permanent staff and a large community of
volunteers, many of whom come from all over the world to support its work.
I stayed
there, with T, on a residential organised by Cancer Focus for people living
with cancer: patients and their partners or carers. There were about forty
people in total, with a wide range of diagnoses: from terminal and untreatable,
to people with recent recurrences like myself and many others with initial
occurrences of the disease. Three quarters of the people on the residential
were female.
The purpose
of the residential was well-being. There were many different activities on
offer, from Art Therapy and Pilates to Juice-Making and Photography. In the
evenings we had a storytelling session, a drumming circle and a sing-along. It
was great to get away from our normal surroundings and share in doing something
new, with people in the same boat as yourselves. There were also group
discussion and reflection sessions which focused on living in the present.
I had never
met any of the other participants before. Cancer was the one thing we all had
in common. And for me, the informal chats and sharing of experience between
people was the best part of the residential. I walked down the beach towards
Ballycastle with a woman who had had a recurrence of bowel cancer last year. We
discussed how a recurrence is much more threatening than having cancer the
first time around. She said that the first time around you oscillate from
believing your life is over to a sort of vain hope in which you tell yourself
that it can't and won't happen to you. With a recurrence you lose the ability
to deny the seriousness of your situation and your ray of hope becomes much
more fragile. This made complete sense to me and drew into sharp focus much of
what I had been feeling over the past seven months.
The most
powerful observation for me came from a man who had a terminal form of a rare
blood cancer. He said that the cancer was going to do what it would do and
there was nothing that he could do about it. What he had decided to do was to
get on with living his life for as long as he could. As he finished speaking it
hit me that I had spent a huge amount of my energy and resources trying to
control the uncontrollable. A couple of months ago, after I had been
categorised as high risk, I challenged my Oncologist with a detailed set of
questions about my cancer and the predictability of a further recurrence. She
was unable to answer any of my questions. This left me deeply dissatisfied and
full of fear.
I realised
that, if even the experts didn't know, how could I hope to understand the
likely course of the disease. The problem itself was unpredictable, unknowable
and unanswerable. Instead of despairing, which is where I had often ended up,
there was a way forward. I could do my best to put it all to one side and get
on with what I was able to do something about, trying to live my own life as
well as I could. I returned from Corrymeela with a lighter step and with a
glimpse of a path ahead that I hadn't been able to see before.
The spirit of
this place of gathering and the sharing of the participants on this residential
had indeed given me something precious.