Three stories about diseased and dying migrants in the United Kingdom are at the heart of this paper. Working with these narratives, I investigate the neurobiological, subjective and sociocultural entanglements of disease, pain and dying and the challenges these hybridisations present for attempts to recognise and alleviate suffering. My aim is to show the differential workings of hybridising forces with regard to assumed correspondences and time, as well as the indeterminate and liminal states of subjective experience that disease can amplify. The paper engages with the growing literature on 'social pain' and suggests that social pain is the mortar rather than merely a reflection of the affects and neurology of transnational migrations, loss and social violation.
Keywords:Bodies, care, ethics, migrants, neurology, temporality.In the early stages of an on-going project, I sent out a call through palliative care networks in the UK, for stories about transnational dying and care. The first story that I received came from Errol, a music therapist, who described his work with Tony, a Rastafarian and migrant from Jamaica. Tony was in his late sixties and was nearing the end of his life in an urban hospice (all names are pseudonyms). Errol explained how Tony 'on the basis of his beliefs, had refused conventional cancer treatment such as chemotherapy and radiotherapy' and 'was adamant that he did not wish any opiates or western medical painkillers'. When Errol met him for the first time -taking a tambourine, a guitar and a small hand drum to the single-bedded room -Tony was writhing in 'silent agony' in his bed. Errol continued I immediately began playing the guitar trying to match the intensity of his movements and mood with the intention of providing a musical focus that called his attention to the music and away from the pain. Upon hearing this, Tony responded by indicating he wanted the hand drum. For the next hour the sound of improvised rhythmic grooves, Reggae rhythms and various Bob Marley songs could be heard to the delight of staff, floating down the ward as Tony, who proved to be a consummate drummer, played himself into a state of musical transcendence -music, used therapeutically had helped him tap into his own resources of pain management. The session ended and Tony asked for the drum to be left. As I exited, promising to return the following day, he thanked me and smiled saying he felt better…"more like me old self". There was a similar event of shared musical improvisation the next day with Tony's release from pain through music. Because it was a Friday, Errol left the instruments with Tony for the weekend. On his return to the hospice on Monday, a nurse told him that Tony had died on Sunday morning, peacefully and without pain. He had spent much of the previous day singing and playing the drums with his family and friends.Errol's story opens up three crucial matters for my discussion of hybridity at the migrant deathbed in the UK. First, there is the underlying mixing that characterises transna...