Saturday, February 23, 2019

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.


Sunday, February 17, 2019

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!


Saturday, February 9, 2019

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…


Monday, February 4, 2019

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.


Saturday, January 26, 2019

ENCORE #103! – Man Cancer and the Orchiectomy


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 December of 2011.

I’m re-posting this today because Olympic gold medal swimmer announced a few days ago that he is undergoing treatment for testicular cancer. Here’s a link to the current USA Today article: https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/olympics/2019/01/24/olympic-swimmer-nathan-adrian-diagnosed-testicular-cancer/2670220002/

So this week I got the news that two good friends of mine have cancer. One has colon cancer and will be undergoing a colECTOMY (ecto = Greek for “to cut out”) during the Christmas season.

The other is twenty-some years younger than me. He was diagnosed with testicular cancer and had a radical orchiectomy after which…well, we don’t know because they are in the specific diagnosis part of his New Normal. He said he’d let me know because I pray well for biological specifics – I can see the parts of the body that are affected – cancer, breaks, dislocations, flu. I am a great prayer for healing of body parts as well as for restoring the heart and mind.

At any rate, some time ago, my wife asked “Why do so many people have breast cancer?” I marshaled statistics in this post: http://breastcancerreaper.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-do-so-many-women-have-breast-cancer.html

The research led me to the statistics for other kinds of cancer – lung cancer, Liz’s mom died from this; blood cancer (leukemia), the son of close family friends; brain cancer, an old friend of mine died from this at 30; skin cancer, my sister, brother and sister-in-law have this; there are others with other cancers that I don’t care to enumerate at this time.

Testicular cancer has increased by 60% in the past 25 years. Why? Right now no one knows the answer, it just…has.

A student of mine, after we talked about why my wife’s hair all fell out during chemo. I talked about how the chemicals target fast-growing cancer cells – and kill the fast-growing hair cells “accidentally”. She then went on a rave about how we should make drugs that ONLY target cancer cells…and that got me to thinking.

Are all cancer cells created equal? Or are they egalitarian? Is testicular cancer the same as breast cancer? Brain cancer? Lung cancer? Skin cancer?

Questions – and today…no answers. Just more questions that I’m going to try to answer in the future…


Saturday, January 19, 2019

Encouragement (In Suffering, Pain, and Witnessing Both…) #5: GUY’S GOTTA TALK ABOUT…Stress


The older I get, the more suffering and pain I’ve experienced; and the more of both I stand witness to. From my wife’s (and many, many of our friends and coworkers) battle against breast cancer; to my dad’s (and the parents of many of our friends and coworkers) process as he fades away as this complex disease breaks the connections between more and more memories, I have become not only frustrated with suffering, pain, and having to watch both, I have been witness to the suffering and pain among the students I serve as a school counselor. I have become angry and sometimes paralyzed. This is my attempt to lift myself from the occasional stifling grief that darkens my days…

So…at the moment, my brother-in-law is sitting about a meter and a half behind me. He’s living with us at the moment after several bouts with atrial fibrillation and other issues.

He is very weak, walks with a cane or a walker, has atrial fibrillation and sometimes has incontinence. Not being a stranger to ANY of those in the list (except the afib, for which he isn’t a candidate for valve transplant (my mother wasn’t, either after valve damage she got from some childhood disease in the 1930s or 40s). He also sometimes hears voices and thinks he’s fine to go back home because he can take care of himself just fine.

My dad is very weak, walks with a cane and refuses to use a walker, has Alzheimer’s and frequently has incontinence. Not being a stranger to ANY of those on the list (except the Alzheimer’s, for which there is no cure and no one really has any idea why some people get it and some people don’t). He also has extremely lucid dreams, which he calls to ask me if I can bail out some guys he knows who are in jail somewhere; or to tell me that my mother is talking to him in his room; or to ask me for the third time in 20 minutes if he has a car (he hasn’t had a car for 3 years, when I forcibly removed it from him when he and my mom moved into assisted living. Prior to that, he had pretty much lost his sense of direction and frequently got lost – and denied it vehemently.

At work, I had an unexpected turn of events in that my boss asked me to do something different than what had been planned. He shifted my position to another of the people I worked with and asked me to do something entirely different – for which I had little training and no desire to do. But because I was busy with the students I was helping to graduate from high school, I agreed without any thought or question. And now something new is coming up – I am going back into the classroom after a 6 year hiatus. While I have no doubt that I can do it, and I was even contemplating it myself, and EVEN valiantly volunteered to do it…when they said, “Great. You’ll start on Wednesday!” I was stunned – and frankly a little scared.

While my wife’s breast cancer has shown no sign whatsoever of recurring, horror stories I ran into in the past keep surfacing and terrifying me. I wonder if, when she has a twinge, it’s not “a sign”.

And I’m aging – before my very eyes, quite literally. And my wife retired last week – and many of the other people I socialize with are retired or retiring soon…and I can’t for another four years. I ache most of the time and I struggle to keep my weight down to a number for which I’m just plain obese rather than morbidly obese.

My writing isn’t going much of anywhere, and it’s 9 degrees F outside and the middle of winter, so I can’t go out and ride my bike.

There are all kinds of coping methods for stress. The negative ones include: overindulging in caffeine, smoking, drinking, spending, eating, becoming antisocial, avoiding going outside, paranoid fear, anger, overwork, oversleeping, promiscuity, and starvation.

Positive ways seem to be abundant and are typically the mirror image of the negative ones above.

I’m fairly certain none of those would do much to alleviate my stress, though I WILL tell you I eat too much.

Lately, I’ve started to go outside of myself to deal with stress, and while I’m not very good at it yet, I’m growing into it. It all stems from the following Bible verses:

1 Peter 5:7  “…casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.”

Matthew 11:28 “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”

Isaiah 41:13 “For I, the Lord your God, will hold your right hand, saying to you, ‘Fear not, I will help you’”

Isaiah 46:4 “Even to your old age, I am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.”

For me, right now, these are God speaking to my stressed out body, mind, and heart.

*Whew!*

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