Janet by Kathleen Jamie
Black, Observations on Extraction of Diseased Ovaria, Edinburgh, 1825
John Lizars (1792-1860)
Special Collections, University of St Andrews


Here, at true size,
is shown the object
I bore within me, swelling

as though pregnant for six
miserable years
implored...declared she¹d do it herself

before the incision -
laid hold of the tumour
gave it into the hands of my assistant.

Now you who're born
among the beautiful
justified creatures of Earth

can marvel at this
impostor. See-
he has conceded

lustre - those eyes or buds
like black pearls
firm and cartilaginous

-but its bulk, its
turning away, suggests
a minotaur's shame.

Of course, I was awake
throughout. It's May now,
ten weeks. The scar

concealed, I again bind
shoes for a living.
I am daily mending.

 

This poem, called Janet, is written to accompany a plate from John Lizars’ Observations on Extraction of Diseased Ovaria, which was published in 1825. This plate shows an actual tumour, and Lizars was one of the first surgeons to attempt removal of tumours like these. I wrote the poem after reading the case notes which accompany the illustrations. They are hair-raising, but also heroic in their way and they give us a glimpse of the real people involved. In this poem, all the phrases in italics are taken verbatim from the case notes. We know this patient was called Janet, that she was so much in pain and misery with this ghastly tumour that she ‘implored’ the doctors to try to remove it. Bear in mind that this was before anaethesia. She survived the operation, and subsequent infection, and was back at her humble job, that of shoe-binder, a few months later. Poor Janet, she is one of the many, many unsung heroines of medical advances.

The poem gave me the chance to acknowledge her. It’s spoken as if by Janet herself, but I was interested also in the tumour as an object, a sculpture almost, its strange otherworldly shape, the rather lovely colours it was etched in. I’m impressed by the surgeon-artist’s ability both to treat their patients with compassion, and also to look so hard and dispassionately at what they find within us.

Kathleen Jamie