Finding Harmony With Cancer
A Story of Hope, Humor, and Defiance
by Mike Martinson
A Story of Hope, Humor, and Defiance
by Mike Martinson

When a high school band director and tuba player from Alaska is told he has one to three years to live, he refuses to become “the guy with cancer.” Finding Harmony With Cancer is a memoir that chronicles grueling treatments, his passion for music, and an unwavering joy as he fights for both his life and his identity.

Mike’s written journey began as a raw, real-time cancer blog during 37 weeks of intensive treatment in Seattle. Initially created to keep his high school band students informed and ease their fears, these entries captured the daily realities of his fight. What started as a bridge to his classroom has now evolved into a powerful full-length memoir.

This memoir is much more than a medical log; it is a collection of personal anecdotes and hard-won life lessons. It's an invitation to experience an attitude of defiance that cherishes every small win in the fight for a meaningful existence. Ultimately, it reveals the power of the human spirit to find its rhythm even in the face of devastating odds.

Throughout months of brutal cancer treatments, humor remained Mike's constant companion. He shares how lightening the mood during his toughest challenges transformed his cancer battle into a testament of endurance. This is a memoir about the defiant power of joy and the choice to smile when the odds seem overwhelming.
Inspirational Memoir, Health and Wellness
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67,000 words
email: mdmartinson@gmail.com
phone: 907-440-2955
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Chapter 1 - Gut Punch
"You need to get your affairs in order," the doctor said, his voice heavy with concern. "You have one to three years to live."
I could hear the strain in his voice, that tremor doctors have when they’re forced to deliver news they wouldn’t wish on anyone. He cleared his throat with his fist pressed to his lips, then looked at me with pained eyes before dropping his gaze to the floor. And just like that, my life was upended.
I hadn’t even gone to the doctor for anything serious. It was just my shoulder, an ache that had been hanging around for months. I assumed it was a sprain, or maybe something more serious, like a rotator cuff tear. Either way, I thought it was something that could be fixed. I ignored the pain until it got so bad that I couldn't lift my instrument at all.
On a typical rehearsal evening with the Anchorage Symphony or various orchestras in Anchorage, Alaska, I would park on ‘G’ Street two or three blocks from the rehearsal hall and carry my instrument inside. But as the pain got worse, carrying my instrument was becoming unbearable. It didn't help that I played the heaviest instrument in the orchestra, the tuba.
I finally visited a medical clinic and saw one of the several physicians on staff. The clinic seemed efficient but also impersonal, and the lobby smelled like alcohol-based cleaning fluid. A quiet fountain of water flowing down a rock wall captivated me for a moment. People stood in line, shuffling forward to explain their ailments to the receptionist. Before meeting her, I told myself my shoulder was just an annoyance, nothing more.
I sat by myself to avoid the coughing and nose blowing, flipping through magazines and thinking about the music I was going to play that evening. Outside, heavy December snow was piling up. The city was being transformed to a clean, whiteness that was great to look at but miserable to drive in. I had no idea I was about to be transformed, too.
Soon after an assistant called my name. She walked me through a hallway where I was introduced to the doctor who would be treating me that day, a kind-looking man in his 50s with a short beard and a balding scalp. I explained the pain and weakness in my shoulder. Without hesitation, he sent me to the X-ray room.
After the X-ray, I was asked to wait in a small seating area while he examined the results. The waiting area had three chairs and a small table with outdated magazines. I sat there for twenty minutes, watching other patients walk by and wondering why it was taking so long.
I had no idea that in just minutes, my own world would never be the same. The man sitting there, concerned about an evening rehearsal, would soon be replaced by someone who would have to learn an entirely new vocabulary for hope and what it means to be human when your mortality shifts from the distant background to the spotlight.
Those were my last twenty minutes of not knowing. I didn’t realize I was about to begin the most important performance of my life. But this time, the challenge wouldn’t be about music or something beautiful. It was about staying alive.
When the doctor finally approached, his head hung low, face burdened. He invited me into his office and offered me a chair in front of his computer. I recognized the digital picture as an X-ray. My ribcage filled the screen, and near my right shoulder was a large white object. He explained that a baseball-sized tumor was destroying the second rib on my right side, causing pain in my right shoulder. He asked if I had heard of multiple myeloma. I hadn't, so he spelled it out for me and said, "You need to get your affairs in order, you have one to three years to live. You need to see an oncologist."

A dedicated musician, Mike has been principal tubist in the Anchorage Symphony for over 30 years. His versatile career includes solo performances, operas, musicals, and concerts throughout Alaska.

As a long-time music educator, Mike has dedicated his career to teaching high school students the power and beauty of music. His desire to reassure them that he was doing well during cancer treatment became the primary inspiration for his memoir, "Finding Harmony With Cancer."

When he isn’t on the conductor’s podium or the symphony stage, Mike serves as a storytelling tour guide. He leads visitors through the rugged beauty of the Last Frontier, sharing the unique history and untamed spirit of Alaska and developing storytelling skills that carry into the voice of his memoir.

Mike ran a family commercial fishing business from the docks of Homer, Alaska, with his three children as his crew. Their lives were spent among the diverse marine wildlife and were characterized by hard work and the stunning beauty of Alaskan waters. This experience helped him build the endurance that later supported him during his cancer treatment.

Mike’s early years in Alaska were spent mining for gold. The experience cemented the work ethic that would later help define his resilient fight against cancer.

Mike is a true Alaskan outdoorsman who finds harmony in the solitude of the wilderness. His love for the state’s rugged beauty and wildlife gives him a rare perspective on life and fuels his powerful will to keep on living.
"Finding Harmony With Cancer, " chapters 1-3 (pdf)
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