ALZHEIMER’S RESEARCH RIGHT NOW! #2: Adorable Hamsters May Hold Key To Curing Alzheimer’s!!!!

From the first moment I discovered my dad had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, it seemed like I was alone in this ugly place. Even ones who had loved ones suffering in this way; even though people TALKED about the disease, it felt for me like they did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I added a section to this blog…

Every month, I’ll be highlighting Alzheimer’s research that is going on RIGHT NOW! Harvested from different websites, journals and podcasts, I’ll translate them into understandable English and share them with you. Today: https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2019/02/190206104607.htm

“When hamsters and other small mammals hibernate, their brains undergo structural and metabolic changes to help neurons survive low temperatures. A key event in this process appears to be the phosphorylation of a protein called tau, which has been implicated in AD. In the brains of hibernating animals, phosphorylated tau can form tangled structures similar to those seen in AD patients. However, the structures disappear and tau phosphorylation is rapidly and fully reversed when the hibernating animal wakes up.”

This article caught my eye because I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of “cold sleep”. Many science fiction stories use it as a possible way for Humans to travel interplanetary or interstellar distances and awake at their destination barely aged from the moment they were placed in it.

Notable examples of the idea are the Star Trek Original Series episode, “Space Seed”, in which Ricardo Montalban and his genetically altered cronies – who had, incidentally, attempted to take over all the governments on Earth and were arrested, tried, and exiled from Earth. Packed into the slow starship, BOTANY BAY, they were shot into space prior to the invention of warp drive and discovered by the USS Enterprise and reawakened. Various tense situations ensued until the crew of the Enterprise sent them, refrozen, on their way to a colony world called Ceti Alpha V…

A more recent example of using “cold sleep” or “suspended animation” is the 2016 film, “Passengers” in which the gorgeous Jennifer Lawrence and the dashing Christopher Pratt are colonists on a “sleeper ship” voyage that will take some 120 years to complete. Something goes wrong, and Pratt wakes up alone. He lasts a year, then wakes Lawrence up and after much angst, the Avalon really malfunctions and they have to save the crew and passengers (5256 of them).

Research continues into the idea of suspended animation, and scientists have even discovered that weird little creatures called tardigrades or “water bears” can actually form something called “living glass” (https://www.sciencealert.com/we-can-now-harness-the-tardigrade-s-strangest-superpower-and-give-it-to-other-organisms) and can be revived from this state decades later.

At any rate, the hamster brains form the dreaded tau proteins, which, along with plaques, are believed to be the major components causing Alzheimer’s. The thing is that, when the hamster awaken, the tau proteins vanish…

Why is that? The chemistry of the hamster’s brains change dramatically, some 337 new chemicals flood it that are different from those in a normally functioning (Siberian hamster) brain. “The largest change for any metabolite -- about 5-fold more in hibernating animals compared with control animals -- was for phosphatidic acid, which is known to activate an enzyme that phosphorylates tau.” IOW, the tau proteins that create the plaques in THEIR brains (and the plaques are very similar to the ones that form in the brain of our beloved family members who suffer from Alzheimer’s) VANISH once the cutie fuzzball wakes up! So there’s something in the hamster brain that changes the protein back into its former benign nature.

What does this mean for our parents or for others who are just now discovering that they may be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s?

It’s just one more bit of hope to hold out to those who are just beginning this long – and for me and my family – recently completed journey.

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ENCORE #104! – Checkpoint Inhibitors – Using the Cancer Victim’s Body To Fight Back

From the first moment my wife discovered she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started this blog…That was four years ago – as time passed, people searching for answers stumbled across my blog and checked out what I had to say. The following entry first appeared in February 2016.

Doctors have known about checkpoint inhibitors for years, but when dealing with cancer and the action and reaction of the body at the CELL level, it takes time and effort to understand what is happening.

For starters, we all know that cancer cells are ones that have started to grow uncontrollably, creating a tumor. There are over a hundred different cancers that affect the human body. Many of these can cause breast cancer. Even within the types that cause breast cancer, there are other, even more specific types – it’s like saying that you have DOGS. Within that kind of mammal, there are many kinds of dogs. If you choose one type, say Retrievers, you have black labs, chocolate labs, and golden labs t0 name a few. Breast cancer is like that.

What every cancer cell of any type has in common with every other type, is the ability to fool the body into thinking that it’s “just a normal cell”. When it does that, the normal body response of sending T-cells to wipe out invaders is fooled. These T-cells are strong. Very strong. If they get out of control, it can cause horrific damage through a type of reaction called an “auto-immune disease”. The best known of these is rheumatoid arthritis in which the body attacks itself. So T-cells have very tough “leashes” to keep them under control.

A T-cell arrives to attack an internal invader, but the skin of the cancer cell says, “Nobody here but us fat cells! False alarm! Go away! We’re cool!” The cancer has fooled the T-cell and gets off scot-free, continuing to grow out of control.

“Immune checkpoints are molecules in the immune system that either turn up a signal (co-stimulatory molecules) or turn down a signal. Many cancers protect themselves from the immune system by inhibiting the T cell signal.”

What’s that mean? Just that these “immune checkpoint molecules” are signals that tell the rest of the T-cells what to do and where to do it. Cancer blocks or muffles the signal so that the body doesn’t respond as strongly as it should, so the cancer keeps growing.

So what City of Hope is saying is that one of the future therapies may be to

“blockade [the] immune checkpoints” of cancer cells. Your body has many ways to stop the T-cells from getting out of control – checkpoints. You might imagine them as similar to the old “Checkpoint Charlie”, the famous gate from the Cold War through which people from East Berlin and West Berlin could pass from one city to another.

“Immune checkpoints refer to a plethora of inhibitory pathways hardwired into the immune system that are crucial for maintaining self-tolerance and modulating the duration and amplitude of physiological immune responses in peripheral tissues in order to minimize collateral tissue damage.” In plain English? These checkpoints keep your body from attacking itself as well as make NECESSARY immune responses strong and clearly aimed at the invading cells.

“It is now clear that tumours co-opt certain immune-checkpoint pathways as a major mechanism of immune resistance”, in other words, cancer cells take over those checkpoints and tell the T-cells that they’re OK. The body stops attacking and the tumor grows out of control until it’s removed surgically, with radiation, or with chemicals.

So, there’s LOTS of research going on now to create a treatment that will boost the signal from the T-cell that encounters a cancer cell in order to tell the rest of the body that an invasion has begun. The treatment IS NOT READY, but the research is promising!

Resources: http://www.cityofhope.org/blog/breast-cancer-dramatic-advances-create-revolution-in-treatment, http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22437870

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GUY’S GOTTA TALK ABOUT…Alzheimer’s #22: …and Reconciliation

Dad’s diagnosis of Alzheimer’s stayed hidden from everyone until I took over the medical administration of my parents in 2015. Once I found out, there was a deafening silence from most of the people I know even though virtually all of them would add, “My _____ had Alzheimer’s…” But there was little help, little beyond people sadly shaking heads. Or horror stories. Lots of those. Even the ones who knew about the disease seemed to have received a gag order from some Central Alzheimer’s Command and did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started this part of my blog…

I’m a sucker for a movie or book that’s all about reconciliation – The Jane Austen movies are about reconciliation of broken relationships (They’re romances, too, but that’s beside the point). STAR TREK: Wrath of Khan is about reconciliation between Kirk and his son David. Even the Lego Movie has a father-son reconciliation at the end.

The first movie mom and dad brought us to see was the original MARY POPPINS. We saw it at the Terrace Theater in Robbinsdale, the city Mom grew up in. At the very end, Mr. Banks reconciles with his kids, dumping the “bank life” for flying a kite with Jane and Michael.

I’ve been reflecting lately about WHY reconciliation movies and books are so important to me. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a sort of odd duck in the family. Dad played football and basketball (in the day when players who were 6’1” were tall, he was STILL short!). My brothers and sister played sports all through high school and beyond. Even mom was a member of the Robbinsdale Girl’s Athletic Club – tennis, badminton, and even fencing.

I didn’t do sports. I read. I wrote. I played guitar. I went to a very religious college and then went touring in Minnesota, North and South Dakota, Iowa, Wisconsin and eventually West Africa with two different church bands. I went to Moorhead State University and worked most of my summers at Bible camps.

I wasn’t home a lot because, frankly, I didn’t feel like I belonged.

Then I got older and wiser, got married, then Josh and Mary were born, and then Alzheimer’s touched our lives. After Mom passed, it just seemed to get worse, but I started to spend more time with Dad. Oddly, I started to feel closer to him as we did more and more things together – like watching NASCAR racing, going to restaurants after doctor or dentist visits, or going to The Lookout just because. Our lives began to wind together like they never had when I was younger. We would talk, sometimes just sit together, or go to an event here at SilverCreek and enjoy ourselves. In the end, I felt reconciled – I felt like Dad was part of my life again and that I was part of his. Maybe that’s why the movies like Sing, and Back To The Future – and even FINDING NEMO meant so much to me. They were always about reconciliation; about joining BACK together after a time of separation. And I cried at those movies when I first saw them; and a few days ago, I cried when I realized that me and Dad had reconciled…

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The Passing of My Father

The man above is the one about whom I have been writing.

My dad went Home today to join Mom and spend time with friends and family who went before him – his sister, my Auntie June and her husband, Uncle Earl; his parents Ruth and Guy; his Air Force buddy, Roger; and all the other people he’s been missing so much as he fought as far as he could against Alzheimer’s. He is missed; but he is at rest and without pain.