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Oh sometimes somebody just does something simple but original with the internet.

I LOVE this video.

This is one of those videos to watch when you want to smile. It’s heart-warming and just plain JOYOUS

I don’t think you can understand anything unless you see it in its’ context. The tricky thing about that is that everything exists in multiple contexts, so depending on the context which you choose to consider (the perspective you take), whatever it is you are considering can be understood in different ways. I like that. It means you can never FULLY know ALL there is to know about anyone.

During a consultation with a patient I think it’s important to consider several contexts. I drew myself a simple diagram to illustrate this – I’ve described it in the post about the “Human Spectrometer“.

Today I came across a great flash animation which really makes you think about how scaling up or down totally changes the relevant contexts. Try it out. It’s interactive, informative and fun.

It reminded me of the scale of ten project where a series of images are presented, each one being a magnification ten times greater than the previous one. Here’s one version of that from youtube …….

Station poem

My post about the blackbird spotted from the delayed train prompted my friend, the poet, Larry Butler, to send me a poem he had written some time back. You can see why it came to his mind on reading that post. I’ve asked him for his permission to publish it here and I’m delighted to say he’s given me the ok – so here it is –

        • Clarkston station missed the 6:30,
        • half an hour to wait on a red bench
        • in the sun with coffee and chocolate,
        • an apple but nothing to do. What
        • more could I want:  less busy traffic
        • on Busby Road, more twitter of blackbirds.
        • A girl with big silver circle earrings
        • turns revealing 3 white stripes on her blue

          track suit trousers.  That’s all I need.

In “Citadelle” (“Wisdom of the Sands” in English translation), Saint-Exupery (in the chapter I’ve just read), talks about how life, as he says, doesn’t cheat. We get what we focus on. He makes the point that if we focus on discipline to create freedom, what we get is discipline, and if we wage war to create peace, what we get is war. We can tell ourselves we have one particular goal, but what we do in real life is manifest our real goals.

For, when all is said and done, you establish that on which your heart was set; that with which you concerned yourself and nothing else. Even if you made it your concern to fight against it. Thus, when I fight my foe, I establish him, for I shape and harden him on my anvil.

There’s enough in this to feel it touches on an important truth, but something too which disturbs. I don’t hold much with people who blame patients for their suffering. The world, and life, seem much more complex to me, than to be reducible to such a simplistic notion. We always have choices and our choices are enormously important in creating our experiences but we are also affected by the choices of others and the randomness Nature at an individual level (don’t think any of choose earthquakes or twisters for example)

But, as I mull this idea over I find myself thinking (inevitably!) about health and disease. Disease can be quite overwhelming. Pain, exhaustion, stiffness, loss of muscle power…….can be all-consuming, colouring every aspect of life. All of these symptoms draw our attention towards our disease and before we know it, our life, even our sense of self, can become synonymous with our disease. How to find a path to health in there? Well, disease does need to be addressed. But if it becomes the entire, or even the greatest, focus, then disease is what we will experience. To become healthy, we need to do something else. We need to focus in health.

So, what’s health?

I’ve asked this question of a variety of different groups of health care professionals over the last couple of weeks. Here’s my challenge. Describe health, without referring to disease or illness. In other words, describe health as a positive phenomenon in its own right. What does it mean to you to be healthy? (and remember no use of disease, illness or symptom references! No saying it’s when you don’t have “x”!)

Once you know what healthy actually is for you, then it’s likely that focusing on it, paying attention to it, setting your heart on it, will start to bring you the experience of health itself.

Stress and asthma

Why do some people get asthma? (In the last 25 years, the number of new asthma cases in the UK has increased six fold among children and three to four fold in adults) Well, as is the case with pretty much every single disease we know about, nobody knows. We are meaning-seeking creatures. We want to make sense of what we experience in life. Who gets any disease without thinking “why me?” And that is a very, very hard question to answer. It would be more convenient if human beings were more like machines. We’d be able to work out exactly why a particular fault had occurred, we’d be able to understand the consequences of that fault and we’d be able to fix it. But human beings are not like machines (even if the way we treat people who are ill seems to assume that they are). Not only do we not know why asthma afflicts more and more people every year, but we cannot explain to any single, individual patient – this is why you have asthma.

One of the main reasons we can’t answer these questions is that we’ve only recently begun to understand that human beings, biologically, are complex adaptive systems. As such, they have particular characteristics which make the answers to these questions hard to find.

Disease is multi-factorial. There are many things which contribute to the development of a disease in an individual. Causation is, therefore, not simple. We can’t say “X’ causes “Y”. However, we can still observe carefully, and experiment and explore to try and understand what the factors are and how they interact.

Here’s an interesting study which tries to uncover some of the factors involved in the causation of asthma. It’s that old factor “stress” again. But this time, they’ve found something interesting and thought-provoking. Not only have they found that life stresses occurring during childhood seem more common in those who develop asthma, but they’ve discovered something interesting about exactly what kind of life stresses can have this impact. In a nutshell, the stress of parents splitting up and the stress of moving home seem associated with an increased risk of developing asthma. Other major events, such as the death of a close relative, or parental unemployment don’t seem to have the same impact. How do they know? The researchers used the finding of increased blood concentrations of the neuropeptide VIP (vasoactive intestinal polypeptide) as the objective manifestion of the stress response. This, and other substances which were also found to be raised, are known to be factors in producing allergic responses, like asthma.

I think this is a useful study. It shows us some of the mechanisms that connect life events to disease and it shows us that we can’t consider all life events to be the same. What matters is what is most stressful for the person experiencing the stress, not how others rate the stressfulness of an event.

The other day as I was on the way home from work, the train stopped in the middle of the countryside. You never quite know why a train stops somewhere between stations but you can be sure it means the train is delayed. A long time ago I realised that wearing a watch increased my sense of anxiety because I’d sit on a train which was just quietly doing nothing and I’d keep checking my watch to see just how much more delayed we were and figuring how much later I’d arrive than planned. I realised that I had absolutely zero control over the train’s movements and looking at my watch every couple of minutes wasn’t going to get me to my destination any faster. Taking the watch off let me look at other things instead – a book, a paper, a notebook, hey, even the outside world!

So as we sat doing nothing much I looked out the window and something caught my eye.

blackbird

No, not the buildings in the distance, but that blackbird sitting on the bush. I zoomed in to get a closer look.

blackbird

Look at him singing away! I couldn’t hear him from inside the train but a song immediately came into my head

I enjoyed the moment.

Here’s my suggestion for today. If you find yourself unexpectedly held up or delayed take a wee look around and see what you can see (or hear, or smell, or feel). What comes to your mind?

The life force

The concept of a “life force” fascinates me. What is it that enlivens a creature? What changes in that moment between life and death? I vividly remember the first time I had to certify that someone had died. That person was an old man who had died peacefully in a geriatric ward in the middle of the night. As a young doctor this was a diagnosis I absolutely wanted to get right. I took my time and completely convinced myself that this old man had indeed passed away. Perhaps because I spent so long over this, I found myself thinking long and hard about that borderline between living and dying. What changes in a moment? As I sat next to this man’s lifeless body, what had gone? How exactly do we die? Of course, as a doctor I’d learned about the stopping of the heart, about the ceasing of the lungs and about “brain death”, but the closer I looked the harder it seemed to me to discern the exact moment of death. Life and death seem two such absolute states. There isn’t really a transitional zone that is neither life nor death. Even “half-dead” is still life! All these years later I’m no closer to understanding exactly how to pin down the moment of death or to understand what disappears or dissipates at the end of life.

The “life force” (or the “vital force”) is an old concept to try and capture what it is that enlivens us, what it is that is present when we are alive, but gone when we are dead. In fact, for a long time the life force was believed to be an entity, but when the anatomists dissected human bodies and couldn’t find any such entity, the concept lost a lot of ground. Science, it seemed, had shown that no such entity existed and materialistic understandings of the human being became much more accepted than “vitalist” one.

It’s fascinating, therefore, to see the re-emergence of the life force in a totally new guise. Modern systems theory, and complexity science, both show that complex systems have certain characteristics which are remarkably like the old “life force”.

  1. Self-organisation. Complex systems (specifically, complex adaptive systems) have the ability to self-organise. They are made of many, many components, connections and systems, which co-ordinate with each other to maintain overall defence, to adapt and maintain homeostasis of the inner environment, and to be self-repairing.
  2. Autopoiesis. Living systems have the unique characteristic of “self-making capacity”. This is a term coined by Maturana and Varela. Autopoietic organisms can make and maintain themselves.
  3. Emergence. This is a fairly new term which captures that characteristic of being able to produce new, previously unwitnessed, behaviours.
  4. Consciousness. Finally, let me add the phenomenon of consciousness. Not every living creature has consciousness. However, consciousness is a phenomenon which, like the old “life force”, is actually not an entity but a behaviour, or an experience. OK, I know, this is way too simplistic a description of consciousness and clearly it isn’t the same as the life force (think of persistent vegetative states for example). But it strikes me that the life force is a similar kind of phenomenon.

I am repeatedly impressed with the strength of the life force in the patients I see. It seems to me that it’s the basis of their ability to cope, to grow, and to shine. It’s the basis of the fight to overcome disease and to say to Death, “not yet”. Without it, there is, indeed no life at all.

I’m reading Antoine Sainte-Exupery’s “Citadelle” at the moment. Here’s the line I read today which set me off thinking about this post –

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then a dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

That captures it for me. Aren’t we all the slow, enduring force of life straining to win the sky? The life force flows through us, maintains us, repairs us, and drives our growth. Amazing, isn’t it?

It’s not uncommon for people to talk about looking forward to retirement. In fact, longing for retirement. Even counting the days until they retire. But once they retire, then what? It’s probably because I love everything I do, and how I especially love my daily work, that the idea of retirement seems to me, well, put it this way………it’s how we think about illness and death – they are things that happen to other people! But increasingly people have a lot of life to live after the age of 65. Why’s this come to my mind just now? Well, in the Queen’s honours last week, one of the people honoured was Phyllis Self who turned 100 last year. One of the remarkable things about Phyllis is that she runs a garden centre – at age 100 that’s quite something – but here’s the thing that really struck me – there was a mention of the fact that she has run this garden centre for 36 years. That means she didn’t actually start the garden centre until she was 64 years old!

How many people do you know started a new business at the age of “retirement”? We need to think about life differently. We need to live ALL of our lives. Retirement should be a time of active engagement with life.

Garlic

fresh garlic

Garlic contains a substance called “Allicin“. Studies have shown that this substance can have beneficial effects on cancer, bacterial infections and in preventing blood clots. Research suggests that this substance is very fragile and if you want to benefit from it you should eat fresh garlic rather than bottles of chopped garlic.

The photo above shows the market in Aix en Provence. I’d never seen garlic for sale with such extensive roots! Apparently this is the freshest garlic you can find.

The garlic we use in cooking is “allium sativa”. There are a number of related garlic plants with different ones growing wild in different countries. The scent of wild garlic in a forest can be very powerful. Here’s some wild garlic I found by following my nose!

wild garlic

wild garlic

Apprivoise moi

One of the key scenes in Le Petit Prince is where the little fox appears. The fox declines the little prince’s invitation to play saying “you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.” This is what it’s like on a busy commuter train or as you weave your way through a crowded city street. You come close to many people; you might sit right next to them for an hour or so; or you might buy a coffee in the cafe right after they do and sit at a neighbouring table; but you don’t know each other, mean nothing to each other, make no kind of connection.

The fox says “Apprivoise moi”. What does this mean? The direct English translation is “Tame me”, but taming in English suggest some subjugation, some domination, and that’s not what is meant by the fox. Instead he means something like “befriend me”, or “captivate me”, “bind yourself to me” or “make me yours”. It’s a loving expression and it conveys the idea of creating a link or a bond between two people, or between a person and a creature. The fox says that if the little prince does this he will make them unique to each other in the world. He will make them special to each other.

The little prince takes this idea and thinks about a bed of roses he comes across and how all of these roses really mean nothing to him compared to the single rose which he has nurtured carefully in his garden. His rose is uniquely his. He is bound to her. She is special to him.

Later, the little prince saw a garden of roses. “You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has befriended you, and you are no one’s friend. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world… He went on. “To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered, because it is she that I have listened to, because she is my rose.”

It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it? How we create loving bonds between ourselves and others, and in so doing, make people (or animals) special to us, make them unique.