My Health Experience: Illness gave me a chance to paint
After giving up alcohol, having a pacemaker fitted and taking up the paintbrush, this artist has found a new lease of life
Artist and writer Jim McKeon in Blackpool Community Centre, Cork. Photographs: Daragh McSweeney/Provision
If I hadn’t been laid up 2½ years ago, I would never have learned how to paint and I’d never have gone to college. I finished at UCC last year at the age of 70 with a second-class masters degree in history.
A few months ago, I hung 20 paintings outside the church in Ballyphehane and sold six of them. That was a thrill. But what I started out wanting to do was to some day play soccer for Ireland.
I was on the Cork Celtic team in the ’60s and I was a fanatic about keeping fit, training four nights a week. I played squash up to the age of 50.
But after a game one night, I felt very ill. I blacked out and was carted off to hospital. It seemed like some sort of silent heart attack. I had no pain in my chest but I couldn’t breathe.
The doctors cleared one of my arteries and everything was grand. I was an avid walker. I’d walk from Cork to Youghal or Mallow.
I never felt I pushed myself too hard because I enjoyed going out on a sunny day in my shorts and sandals.
I was a postman until I was 43, cycling everywhere. But I gave up the job because I was mad keen on the theatre and writing plays. Some of them were put on and I’ve written 12 books.
I’m a fierce optimist. The two things I still want to achieve is having a play on in the West End and writing a real bestseller. But the guillotine still hovers. Because of what happened to me, I can’t lash into the gym. I do gentle tummy exercises and walk a mile and do a length of the pool. But that’s all.
About four years ago, I got very heavy. I’d say I was drinking too much. I was in this terrible rut. I had a regime of writing from 8am to 6pm, seven days of the week.
When I finished writing, I used to go to the pub every night. I was probably drinking eight pints a night. I did that for a couple of years.
But when a friend showed me a photograph that I was in, I didn’t know myself because I was so heavy. I was 17st 5lb and I’m 5ft 8in. I’d be in the pub, thinking: ‘What the hell am I doing here?”
And money-wise, it was ridiculous. It was just a habit; a rush. I never thought I was an alcoholic because if it came to it, I could go for a week or two without drink.
Anyway, I decided to give it up and I lost a lot of weight. But ironically, that’s when all my troubles started.
I was never much of a sleeper. One morning at about six, I got up to go for a walk. I remember feeling dizzy. I woke up on the Lee Road, covered in blood from the fall. I went to hospital and I was kept in for two weeks.
I had a pacemaker put in. It’s like a steel box the size of a packet of cigarettes, wired up to the heart. It’s like Big Brother watching the heart.
But when I came home, I started getting savage shocks, like explosions in my chest or being struck by lightning. I’d fall on the floor.
One morning, I had two shocks within half an hour. It was killing me.
The hospital took out the pacemaker and adjusted it. I’d say it was too sensitive. But then, after a holiday in Spain with my wife, I was about to get on the plane back to Cork when I got a fearful whack. I was down on the ground like a down and out.
My wife said not to say anything or I wouldn’t be allowed on the plane. I got home and went to the South Infirmary.
I was kept in for tests. They doubled the dose of a tablet that slows down the heart. The problem was that I had a racing heart. That was causing the black outs. I eventually walked from the South Infirmary to the chemist in Shandon Street.
I handed in my prescription and sat in the corner, waiting. I started to bawl crying. It just shows how down I was. I was given my new tablets and I’m fine since.
During that bad time, I also broke my ankle and I had a hip replacement. I suppose the hip problem was due to age and over-use. I had a lot of pain after the operation and I think it aged me by about 20 years.
But bit by bit, I started getting back to normal. The optimism started coming back. I always had the desire to paint so I decided to take it up. I was terrible at it but I went to a class and got better and better.
Stopping drinking was the greatest decision I ever made. Drinking would affect the speed of my heart. I now see not drinking and having a pacemaker as positive things in my life. And my life is so much better now.
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Jim McKeon’s exhibition of paintings is at Blackpool Community Centre in Cork until December 20th. It is in aid of the Good Shepherd Services for homeless women in Cork city.