When cancer exposed the chinks in her marriage

Was Ankur, her husband avoiding her or was it just her imagination? Anjali More shares her story.

Roshni Mitra | Posted on 17 Jul 2016
How Cancer Shook The Foundations Of Her Marriage | Bonobology

When you commit to a marriage and say, ‘I do,’ you are expected to do it in sickness and health. At least, that’s what I believed in.

But my tryst with that dreaded C-word, cancer, brought home some bitter truths: that my marriage was based on a shallow foundation. Perhaps, I have always viewed life with rose-tinted glasses (a virtue, I am told) and so, I had tenaciously clung on to what I felt were the happy moments in my marriage.
But let me start from the beginning.
My husband Ankur and I, were settled in the US for the last 10 years and blessed with two children. With (what seemed like) a steady life, good careers, a house in downtown Seattle, and loads of friends, you could say the American dream was almost achieved.

In the blink of an eye, this changed.  

It was during an intimate moment with my husband that I felt a stabbing pain in my right breast for a few seconds; this was midway in 2008. I told him this and he joked that I needn’t be so attuned to every sensation in my body: “must be the usual hormonal thing you women have!”

A couple of days later, I had another instance of that stabbing pain and on a more serious examination, I found a tiny lump. I felt completely dizzy upon considering what this could mean. A consultation with the oncologist and a biopsy later, my worst fear was confirmed. I had Stage II-A cancer of the right breast, with a 3 cm tumour, which had not (thankfully) spread to the lymph nodes. In all of this, Ankur was proving to be extremely helpful and supportive, telling me how I would do just fine. Perhaps, he was determined to prove to himself that it was okay.

It was when the treatment was outlined for me –chemotherapy, lumpectomy, and radiation therapy, that I started seeing a peculiar change in him. The chemo was scheduled from much ahead, but two days before it, Ankur told me he had to go out of town on a business meeting, and if I could have a friend be with me through the process. I was astounded and in fact tried to re-schedule the appointment but was told firmly not to delay treatment.

On the day of the lumpectomy, things got even more alarming where I was concerned. Already feeling terribly anxious, weepy, and uncertain, I had Ankur informing me that he could drop me at the medical centre but found it excruciating to sit through it. This time, I complained aloud, and then came the first outburst: “You know, I would rather focus on work to support the family, to support this drain on the family resources.” When I reminded him that I earned for the family too, he mentioned the fact that now that I was ‘diseased’ and would need rest, there was no saying how this would tell on the work front.

Things started going to a point of no return. Here, I would lie all lonely, sore, drained out, exhausted, and heart-broken and he would go all decked up to party. Any comment on my side about ‘sensitivity’ was turned around into how, due to my illness, he has had to sacrifice so much, playing Florence Nightingale all the time!

It went to a stage where, while I was trying to be as upbeat as possible, Ankur kept mentioning the ‘disease’ and it got to a stage where the children asked me if I was really going to die soon. This got me only more emotionally overwrought and I was left wondering if it was a ploy to project me in a certain manner, so as to assuage his guilt.

Things just disintegrated after that. On the cancer front, things seemed to go positive, but the lumpectomy had changed the shape of my right breast. A friend suggested breast reconstruction if it made things difficult between me and Ankur. I was not ready to tell her yet that there did not exist any relationship between us: physical or emotional. To guard against his insensitivity, I had to harden myself too, in order to cope. This entailed killing any emotional surge that I might’ve felt towards Ankur. I didn’t go for the reconstruction then as I’d had enough of hospitals.

I did consult a psychologist for my trauma, and he explained how ‘partner abandonment’ is not an unknown phenomenon. Perhaps, the spouse fears mortality and starts withdrawing, or maybe he thinks, this is not exactly what he’d signed up for when he got married! In fact, I also read that men are six times more likely to abandon their wives during an illness, than vice versa.  

On the upside, I learnt how many people out there, friends, colleagues and relatives, really, really cared and helped. My sister, in Mumbai, who I had confided in, spoke to me about getting back to India. She talked me into coming back and starting a media consultancy firm in association with her. And today, I am doing just that. My husband didn’t fuss at all about my coming back, and today, we still are in the midst of legal proceedings. 

This is what Dr Rajan Bhonsle, relationship counsellor, and Director, Heart to Heart
Foundation had to say about the situation Anjali is in:

“It’s difficult to typecast all men or spouses into a particular category without going
through an analysis of the psychological background of the person in question. There
have been instances of spouses who have sacrificed everything for their wives just
as much, as there have been examples of husbands abandoning their wives in their
moment of dire need. However, I do believe, there is an urgent need for counselling
of spouses whose partners have been afflicted with an ailment. Serious illness brings
to the fore various unresolved relationship issues the couple might have had from
the beginning, while also addressing new ones in this moment of crisis.”

(As Told To Roshni Mitra)

Roshni Mitra

As an award winning senior journalist and communications professional, Roshni loves to write (with her pet cat providing the Persian rug feel atop her foot as she types on). Relationships, the very basis for living life as we know it, intrigue her especially with the complexity with which they present themselves. Reading, travelling, and having her mind ignited by fresh, new ideas (though she may not necessarily implement them) are some of her other passions.

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