Ellen O’Connell Whittet ponders “The Narrative Messiness of Chronic Illness” in a recent piece in Ploughshares. O’Connell Whittet acknowledges that illness narratives may be challenging to show in scene and that “suffering… doesn’t always have a satisfactory ending.” Yet, she notes that illness memoirs, such as those of Paul Kalanithi, Lucy Grealy, Jean-Dominique Bauby and Porochista Khakpour can be particularly engaging, “turning the story of an ailing body into a work of art.”

Bauby, who suffers from “locked-in syndrome,” tells a grueling story without a tidy ending. O’Connell Whittet grimly concludes one tragedy of his chronic illness narrative is that he “cannot… count on getting well.”

O’Connell Whittet recognizes the importance of defining a diagnosis to Porochista Khakpour in her memoir “Sick.” When Khakpour “laments to her acupuncturist that she is still without a diagnosis, her acupuncturist asks, ‘does it need a name?’ But without a name, Khakpour cannot pinpoint the words she needs to convince us, or herself, of the extent of her suffering.” How important to suffering are the words we use to define illness? Does having a specific diagnosis validate that suffering, to ourselves or to others, in a different way?

O’Connell Whittet recognizes “Khakpour’s refusal to give us order out of illness’s chaos” and eventually determines that “[r]eading accounts of chronic illness allows us to embrace the ambiguity of the body and our experiences within it.”

Writing Prompt: Have you read a chronic illness memoir that turned a “story of an ailing body into a work of art?” Think about a particular part of that book or essay that was most enthralling or enlightening. What did you learn? How did it affect you? Did the structure mimic “illness’s chaos?” Write for 10 minutes.