Humane medical research

Finally, some common sense, good science news. The Dr Hadwen Trust for human research has announced it will be sponsoring research projects in cardiovascular disease, cancer and mental health. These projects will aim to reduce the number of animals used in medical research. I have previously written about the use of animals in science, and whilst I support well regulated medical science using animals, it will be a huge break-through to move away from animal models.

You can read a summary of the announcement at the Talkhealth Partnership blog.

A year ago this month

Happy Blogiversary to me! Gosh, I have just been reminded that my blog was conceived a year ago in April. OK, I only wrote one post in April, fully intending to come back often to update. As life would have it, Mom's illness progressed rapidly and it was nearly three months before I found the time and state of mind to blog again. Now, there's no stopping me, and I'm pleased to say that this blog has earned a place on Being Cancer Network and on the Talkhealth blog. It fits into a niche audience, being mainly about grief and bereavement. I'm pleased to say though, that it is also about life, challenges, making a difference, and sometimes it's about my reflections on cancer and chronic illness in general.


Orchid, April 2012, Lesley Beeton
This is not an easy subject to write about. It's not something that we want to talk about when when we're with friends and family, but I have been encouraged by the number of people who have found my blog and who have found it useful. Grief passes, eventually, and I'm pleased to say that I have found new challenges and happy things to be involved with. I look forward to sharing these with you. What a difference a year makes.


Everything but the kitchen sink

There's so much to say today, now where do I begin? I think I'll start with the Canadians on Shackleford Heath. The Royal Canadian Ordnance Corps (now disbanded) were headquartered at Peper Harow House near Shackleford from 1943-1945. I understand from local historians that some of the planning for the Normandy invasion was carried out there, too. Shackleford Heath has a number of fascinating concrete structures embedded in the undergrowth. As the tree-felling 'derby' continues a pace in the woods, previously untrodden paths are being exposed, and we have been able to get a glimpse of what the Canadians may have been up to. There are tank servicing bases, and some fortifications remain, pill boxes and gun emplacements. Many of the paths have concrete bases. You can read more here and on the Shackleford website too. The rodeo on the common is part of Shackleford folklore.

I may be wearing a raincoat,
 but I'm not getting out




















We enjoyed our walks today, in spite of the inclement weather. It didn't start very well, though, as the little big dog wasn't too sure first thing. Even though he had his best raincoat on, he still refused to get out of the car. A tempting treat always does the trick, though.
Wet dog!
Dry, happy dogs!
Sadly, the annual bluebell run through Winkworth Arboretum had to be cancelled tonight. It isn't fun running in the rain, and everyone is still recovering from the London Marathon at the weekend. Still, there's always the Godalming Jubilee Run to look forward to.

The final session of dog walker training took place yesterday. In a supreme effort of subterfuge, I left the dogs at home and drove over to the neighbours, from where I could watch the proceedings. The dog walker arrived and the dogs jumped in the back of the van, happy as larry! So it's just me then. Anyway, that's great news as the boys are off to kennels next week whilst we are on holiday in South Africa - more on that next time!

Right as rain

I'll lick you with my teeth!
OK, I did try, but not very hard, to find out the origin of this idiom. I confess I don't know, but that doesn't matter, as I feel right as rain today. Yes, it is showery, and no, I haven't planted out the seedlings yet, but apart from that, everything is OK. Shackleford has had its rainfall (and more) for April, the lawn is two foot high, the lawn mower is broken, the brambles are taking over, but the garden still looks lovely in its lushness.

The feeding frenzy goes on at the bird feeders. I can hear the hungry babies. So can the dogs. It puzzles them. But not as much as the squirrels who seem to have appeared en masse this week, to taunt them with their agility. At least the bird feeders are well squirrel-proofed this year.

The Village summer plans are in full swing now. The first meeting of the fete committee takes place at the pub on Friday night. The Village quiz night was on Saturday night, to raise funds for the Village Shop. We couldn't attend, but dutifully purchased raffle tickets - we won nothing, again. Still, that wasn't really the point. The Church treasurer is demanding a standing order for church funds, again. Now, please don't get me wrong. I do support the Church. I am pleased we live in a village with a strong church community. I deliver the parish magazines, I am on the rota for church opening and closing (and cleaning). I try to help out in the garden. But I just don't feel strongly enough to make a monthly commitment to the church bank balance. I prefer to make an annual donation, and have said so previously. And then there's the murder mystery night, the jubilee lunch, the harvest supper, the open gardens in the village... It seems never-ending.
Head and shoulders

Some of you may know that there are two other events happening in my life in May and June. On 19th May the ICDC Surrey will be holding a free educational lunch at St Peter's Hospital in Chertsey. This is the implantable cardiac defibrillator club and supports patients and families, through a difficult time. Please do have a look at the website and pass on the information if you know someone in Surrey who has an ICD.

The second event is the Godalming Diamond Jubilee Run. On Monday 4th June, Godalming will play host to a family fun run and 10km race. This is the only event of its kind in the area and we are looking for lots of local support, so please, please pass this on.

Not another photo of me!
It's asparagus season and our local farm shop has their own asparagus ready to buy. We had our first of the season at the weekend, simply steamed, dressed in a light vinaigrette with parmesan and fresh bread.

And finally, the Boxers are being lovely. They have had a very sociable April. They don't know it yet, but the girls at the boarding kennels are looking forward to seeing them next week. They are adapting very well to the changes in their routine and are a delight to work with. Can't believe they will be five in June! 


Thanks for your support!


PS. Get well paws to Badger Boo x.

Forget-me-nots in the woods

Clay tiles, based on 'The Bathers' by Renoir

I was lucky enough to be able to indulge my enjoyment of working with clay on my favourite subject - the female nude.


A series of nine clay tiles was made, inspired by an aspect of 'The Bathers' by Renoir (1841-1919). The tiles were designed to fit into a matrix,with sculptural relief and glazed decoration. The tiles were fired at a high temperature. The tiles have been mounted on decking board and have been on display in my garden for eight years.


Clay tiles, 2004, Lesley Beeton
The Bathers, Renoir (1841-1919)

A poem from Mom

To Lesley Dawn, my first born,
Fills me with love every morn.
Hope she'll be happy as a bee -
'Til the day she goes from me.

This little poem popped back into my head this week, my birthday week. The first birthday since Mom died. Last year, we celebrated my birthday with friends, at home with a Chinese banquet and extreme croquet, which went on after midnight as the weather was so glorious. So different from the cold, wet weather today. A little poignant, perhaps.

Mom celebrated with us last year. She had finished her chemo and had a CT scan; the tumours had responded, but not a lot. The doctors decided to wait and see, so all things considered, Mom was well and we all had a very happy time.

We knew, of course, that Mom wouldn't be with us this year, which made last year's celebration so special. And the poem? Mom wrote that poem in my autograph book, which she gave me for my tenth birthday. I don't have the book any more, but I do have this lovely poem.


A spider update, a cry, and a little rant

First, on the matter of the spider. Hilarious!? No. I have just found out that the spider in my pants was Steatoda grossa, a nasty human-biting spider. I have checked the drawer for signs of an invasion and found none. Phew!

More fun at the Great Barrier Reef
Fun at the Great Barrier Reef



















Having said that, I have encountered a poisonous spider before. We were on holiday in Palm Cove, Northern Queensland, Australia. A stunningly, beautiful place. Just a short vomit-inducing boat ride from the Great Barrier Reef (but that's another story). Palm Cove is blessed with white sandy beaches, outstanding restaurants, top class hotels, and an over-abundance of creepy-crawlies. We have been a few times but on the last occasion, I broke the rules, and left my shorts out on the verandah over night. In the morning, I put my shorts on, noticed nothing unusual. By the end of the day, I was ill - sunstroke, jet lag, hangover? By the next morning it was pretty obvious - spider bite! My leg was swollen, the necrotic flesh around the bite site was purple, hard, painful, and I felt so ill. Apparently, it's not always the poisonous toxins which 'get' you. Spider fangs are dirty, bacteria-ridden beasts, and as they pierce your skin, they leave the infection behind. The toxins made me sick, the bacteria caused cellulitis, a serious medical emergency. The doctor was quite gleeful - a white-tailed spider he said, but don't look it up on the internet because it will frighten you! The antibiotics worked after a couple of days, and within a few weeks, my skin had healed. I was warned, however, that the effects could last for years. Earlier this year, when on holiday in Maui, the lymphatic drainage in my leg, so damaged by the spider bite infection, could not cope with the rigours of activity in a hot climate, and my leg swelled up again. It was gross, and required antibiotics, ice packs and massage! Who's laughing now?

Moving on to the little cry. I warned my husband not to watch Marley and Me on Sunday night. In case you haven't seen the film, Marley dies. I knew it, he knew it. We still watched it and cried. We weren't crying for Marley. We were crying for the two lovely 'boys' asleep in front of the fire, who won't be with us forever.

And now for my rant. It's about TESCO, although to be fair, it applies to all supermarkets. TESCO issued a profit warning to its shareholders today. It seems the supermarket giant is feeling the pinch. I haven't shopped at Sainsbury's for some time after a run of poor service with its home delivery service. I don't like shopping at TESCO because it has too many self-service tills and not enough people working on the tills. My local store also makes us put a pound in to get a trolley; it's quite an irritation. I do like Waitrose, but parking is always so difficult, that frankly, I can't be bothered sometimes. So I nip into the farm shop. It usually has a good selection of local produce. I also order meat direct from the farm, so I know where it comes from. And here is the rant: supermarkets, make it more pleasant in your stores. You don't have to sell everything, it's not a game of world domination. Show me the local produce. Show me the community spirit.

In other news, the husband fell over the little big dog yesterday morning, which meant I had to make running repairs before he could go to work. Not a great start. Both dogs upset me today with the dog walker. They would not get in the van. But, they were fine as soon as they were away from me. Unbelievable. Now, sweet as anything, fast asleep - again. Fingers crossed for next week, the last chance to get it right before they go to kennels while we are away. Oh, and the little big dog did this today too (he has previous, you know).
Good luck to all the London Marathon runners. Fund-raising pasta evening at the Club tonight, should be good.

You're beautiful - bulb layering experiment

Bulb layering, April 2012, Lesley Beeton
So, it's back to the garden, again, for my beautiful post this week. I guess I'm really enjoying the garden this year because it was sadly neglected last year when Mom was ill.

I don't quite know how I got myself organised, but somehow I did. I planted two lovely blue glazed terracotta pots with bulb layering. My husband mocked me. He said it would never work, but I knew better. I had watched Alan Titchmarsh and read Gardener's World. Both had explained how it could be done. A (not so) quick trip to the garden centre for bulbs and potting soil, and they were all planted up on a warm afternoon in late October. I left them on the summerhouse deck until January, when the first crocus started showing. Followed by the fragrant narcissus tete-a-tete, the rather grand tulip orange emperor and now the stunning tulip yellow flame. 

These hurriedly planted pots have kept the colour at our front door, throughout the winter. Welcoming visitors with their sunny faces, and drawing admiring glances from neighbours. Bulb layering - you're beautiful. I'm going to do it all again in the autumn.

So, I'm linking up with Jenny at Cheetahs In My Shoes and You're Beautiful. Pop over there to see what Jenny and the Cheetah Keeper have been up to this week. And have a look at the other blogs linked up too.

Early crocus, bulb layering, February 2012
Daffodils, bulb layering, March 2012 
Tulip, close up, bulb layering, April 2012














Water wonderful, life!

This post was first published in Jump! an online magazine for pre-teen girls.


Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink (with apologies to The Rime of the Ancient Mariner)

Introduction
I am a scientist. I study what the DNA code tells us about human life and health. I have always loved science. Science doesn’t just happen in laboratories. It happens all around us. Science keeps aeroplanes flying, electricity flowing, and the internet speedy. I grew up in South Africa. Some of you may have traveled there for your holidays, to see the game reserves or Table Mountain. But even if you haven’t been there, we can all still learn something from the experiences of southern Africa.

Drought
What you may not have realised is that it is a region of the world plagued by drought. In 1983, the southern African continent suffered a devastating drought, and we faced severe water restrictions for about six months. These restrictions affected the entire country, approximately four times the size of England and Wales. Each household was restricted to just 400 litres of water a day. We had to stand in a bucket to shower. When the bucket was full, your shower was over. The bucket of shower water was used to flush the toilet. And that meant just four flushes a day in our house. How many times do you flush the toilet in one day?

Floods          
And then, early in 1984, we were hit by tropical cyclone Demoina. It hurtled up the Mozambique channel, destroying everything in its path, and causing the worst flooding ever recorded on the South African coast. First too little water, and then way too much.

Engineering a solution
Following the drought, an innovative pumping scheme was engineered to drive water over the escarpment and into the shallow Vaal Dam, the main reservoir water supply for Gauteng, a major metropolitan (shopping and business) area in South Africa. This meant that water resources could be better managed across the country, improving storage capacity and efficiency. Evaporation, though, continues to be a leading cause of water loss, and this is counter-acted by a program of cloud-seeding* to ensure moisture is returned to the ground. Desalination plants which make tap water from sea water are being used in coastal manufacturing processes, but in spite of South Africa having such a large coast line, this is still not a main stream water resource. And it will need to be, to cope with Africa's increasing water needs. It's complex, and a never-ending battle against nature, but so many people, animals and crops depend on a constant water supply, that it is a cost that South Africa will have to bear. Do you think that desalination would be a good source of drinking water in the UK?

2012
Fast forward to 2012 in the UK. Many of you will be living in drought-affected areas in the United Kingdom. That means a hosepipe ban. Perhaps you have heard your parents and teachers talking about having to water the garden with a watering can. Or not washing the car. We have put water butts in our garden to catch rain water. We changed our garden to be less 'thirsty'. We share a bath, only run the dishwasher and washing machine on a full load. We have a low flush loo. We pay for the water we use because we have a water meter. We respect this precious resource. My veggie patch is nearly ready for planting and I am really concerned that I will not be able to keep my veggies going if we have a hot spring and summer. The water butts will run out quickly, and my crops will fail. Have you planted any veggies? How will you water them if the hosepipe ban continues?

The future
And what about in the future? The UK needs a long-term water solution. We need to train scientists and engineers who have a vision for working in water resource. Our country needs to invest in geologists, engineers, and biologists to provide our future water needs. Do you have any water wonderful ideas?

Thandulwazi
Nelson Mandela said "Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world". In Zulu ‘Thandulwazi’ means for the love of knowledge. Wouldn't it be great if all pupils could go to school with those words in their hearts? Feel the science love.

* Cloud-seedingis when scientists go up in a small plane to ‘shoot’ dust-like particles into clouds. These particles attract small water droplets, which form into rain clouds.

How to become a scientist


This post was first published in Jump! an online magazine for pre-teen girls.

Science is fun

What scientists do on holiday
To become a scientist you must first, take an enquiring mind, blend it with some passion, sprinkle on some creativity. Mix it up a bit, and squirt it out in big, loud dollops for everyone to see.

Science is not just for geeks and nerds. It’s not only for boys, or girls, who wear glasses. It’s for those of us with freckles and dimples and turned-up noses. Science is for animal lovers, tongue-rollers, bird-watchers, and teddy bear vets everywhere.

You see science is the world. And we are the world. So science is us, humans.

I love all science, but I especially love human science. The kind of science that looks under your skin, inside your cells, and zooms in, right down to your genes. This is what makes us human, and each one of us is unique and exciting.

I became a scientist because I was inspired to by a biology teacher at school. She asked me to help her clear out the cupboard in the lab. What we didn’t find in there. And lurking at the back, in a dark jar, was the most gorgeous pig foetus. We changed the preserving fluid, to reveal the tiny, perfect animal; when was he put in there, kept for me to find? I was hooked.
At university I studied human anatomy. I was able to study bodies donated to medical research, to look inside each and every part of the body, to learn where everything goes and how everything fits perfectly together. We prepared glass slides of the microanatomy too. We studied how the cells in the body connect to each other and to the rest of the body. It was fascinating study.
In my work since, I have used this knowledge of the human body every day. Every single experiment we carry out, is done in the knowledge that someday, somewhere, someone will one day benefit from the work we are doing to find out more about the genes which control all aspects of human life and variety.
Interested?
If you want to read a bit more, the next two sections are more advanced, but I’m sure you’ll be able to follow.
DNA unwound

DNA is fascinating. I have spent nearly twenty years getting inside this dynamic molecule, the basic component of human life, that controls hair colour and how long you will live and everything in between.
Laboratory analysis of DNA
Every cell in the human body contains this miracle molecule. It's wound up inside the nucleus and can respond to our changing environment. For example, in work I have recently completed, I have been able to measure the rate of response of DNA to conditions mimicking inflammation in the wall of the peripheral blood vessels. Put simply, I created a laboratory model of atherosclerosis, which as you know is a thickening of the arteries, leading to heart attack and stroke. These experiments were important to do because they showed us how the DNA functions in cells from individual people with different DNA variations.

DNA is divided into functional regions, which we call genes. These genes contain naturally occurring variations, which makes us different from one another. Many of these variants are completely compatible with normal life; that is, the cell will grow and divide in the normal way. This is different from mutations such as those in cancerous cells, which cause aberrant cell proliferation and division.

In order for a region of DNA to respond to a signal from outside the cell, it must be in a relaxed or open state. A number of carrier or transport molecules including cytokines are responsible for presenting the stimulus to the open DNA molecule, in the correct functional position or gene. Once this has happened, the region of DNA closes, a bit like pushing a spring between your hands. In this closed the position, the function of the gene is turned off and no other molecules can interact with the DNA. Imagine a very fine orchestra with a very busy conductor making sure that nothing goes out of tune. All these processes happen without our conscious intervention, and that is what makes DNA fascinating.

Human macrophages, from white blood cells
Techniques developed in the laboratory by some very clever scientists have allowed us to visualise these processes. We can measure them and discern differences in them between different people, who have different gene variants. Thus, we can say that genetics can determine an individual's response to inflammation. But what do we do with this information. Well, in the not too distant future scientists would like to translate this research into the clinical setting so that family and hospital doctors may be able to look at our genetics when deciding on treatment.

Cellular communication

No, nothing to do with a cell phone, because before mobiles or cell phones there was a time when this only meant cell to cell interaction within an organ or tissue. This important cellular behaviour drives diverse functions from contracting myocytes in heart muscle to effecting action potentials in nerves.

We can visualise these fascinating events in the laboratory ex vivo (in cells outside of a living body). For example, immortalised cardiac myocytes (heart muscle cells kept alive) can be cultured in a monolayer in a petri dish. A stimulant introduced into a single cell causes that cell to contract. This stimulates the adjacent cell to contract, and so on, mimicking the heartbeat. This can be seen microscopically and contributes to our better understanding of the function of this important tissue.
Cross section through mitochondrion,
a part of the cell which makes energy

Similarly, action potentials in nervous tissue can be measured and studied by subjecting ultra-thin sections of tissue to chemical modulators in solution. Sensitive electrophysiology equipment detects the release of neurotransmitters from neurons in the tissue slice and complex algorithms translate this effect into an audible thump. It's really amazing to hear this happening in the lab, these are very elegant experiments indeed.

A different kind of communication is seen in the immune system, where antigen-presenting cells identify foreign bodies, such as bacteria, and 'show' them to the T lymphocyte cells which effect an immune response. Where this system is compromised or overwhelmed, an infection can set in, for example pneumonia, which requires a trip to the doctor for antibiotics.

And who said biology was just a pretty face?

Guildford Arts

Mosaic, Lesley Beeton, 2002
I recently joined Guildford Arts, after being invited to a private viewing of local artists' work. Today, I received my first newsletter; what a lot of arty things to do in and around Guildford. I thought I would let you know of a few events coming up.

Sonnet Walk (Guildford Shakespeare Company), enquiries to Guildford Tourist Information Office. Walks will take place on 21st and 22nd April from 12noon from the Tourist Office, and will celebrate Shakespeare's 448th birthday and St George's Day, both on 23rd April.

The Sculpture Garden, enquiries to Birtley Parkland Events. This exhibition is open daily from 5th May to 5th June, and looks fab.

Private viewing of art at Baker Tilly, Guildford on Thursday 10th May from 6-8pm. For more information see Guildford Arts. I am looking forward to this because the photographer Angela Shaw will be exhibiting and giving a brief talk entitled 'Art Unplugged'. 

See you there?

Mesothelioma in the UK and throughout Europe


I received an email (reproduced below) from Mike Postorino at the Mesothelioma Center. Although based in the US, I agreed to host a guest post. Jensen Whitmer has written the post, which I hope will get more of us thinking about the risks our loved ones may face when working with asbestos.

'I am contacting you on behalf of the Mesothelioma Center at Asbestos.com. I was wondering if you would be interested in our organization contributing an article about mesothelioma cancer for your site. Mesothelioma is a rare cancer that appears in the lining of the lungs, heart and stomach. Our goal is to bring awareness to this disease and prevent future cases by educating the public about the dangers of asbestos. Additionally we work 1-on-1 with individuals and their families to help them find local doctors, treatment centers and support groups. We have a team of knowledgeable writers that would love to write original content about the topic for your website and its visitors. 

If this is something you would be interested in or if you have any questions please let me know. I look forward to hearing back from you. Thank you for your time.

Best Regards,
Mike Postorino
National Awareness Director
Mesothelioma Center at Asbestos.com '


Mesothelioma in the UK and throughout Europe

Much like many regions around the world, the United Kingdom loved asbestosfor decades. In fact, for a long time the use of asbestos was bountiful throughout the entire European Union. Now, though, it is now banned by all 27 members.        
 
Asbestos
Asbestos was valued for its ability to insulate and fireproof materials. It was also cheap and easy to mix with products, making its way into a number of industries. Some of the most prevalent occupational settings for asbestos products included shipyards, manufacturing facilities, power plants, oil refineries, homes and even schools.

Asbestos bans by the European Union first began in the mid-1980s because of the mineral's association to several health conditions, including lung cancer, asbestosis and mesothelioma. According to numbers gathered by the Health and Safety Executive (HSE), the UK has more mesothelioma deaths than any other European Union member and is second to only Australia for most in the world. 

The HSE, which monitors work-related health and safety, has been tracking mesothelioma deaths since 1967. Since then, the annual number of mesothelioma and other asbestos-related deaths has continued to climb. In 2009, more than 2,300 people in the UK passed away from mesothelioma cancer.

Asbestos Regulations in Europe
The UK instituted its first regulation on asbestos in 1985, banning the use and import of crocidolite and amosite asbestos. In 1992, a law was enacted to ban some uses of chrysotile asbestos, but this type of asbestos would receive a complete ban in 1999.

Additional asbestos-related regulations were implemented throughout the 1990s. Some focused on asbestos removal and set requirements to prevent the risk of exposure.

Others set standards for eliminating asbestos exposure in work environments. For example, new regulations set requirements for those at risk for exposure (such as construction workers) to be knowledgeable about proper asbestos removal procedures.

Some of the most common occupations at risk for asbestos exposure included:

  • Construction workers
  • Shipyard workers
  • Factory Workers
  • Power plant workers
  • Teachers
  • Boilermakers
  • Electricians
  • Joiners
How Exposure Occurs
Asbestos exposure typically occurs by inhaling airborne asbestos fibers. Asbestos fibers can become airborne in a number of ways, but one example is disturbing asbestos-containing materials during a renovation or demolition project in a home that contains asbestos. If safety precautions are skipped, serious health hazards can arise.

The side effects of asbestos exposure aren’t immediate. In most cases, symptoms of an asbestos-related disease take at least 10 years from the time of exposure to become noticeable. For mesothelioma, symptoms can take as long as 50 years to arise.

If you’ve worked in an environment where asbestos exposure may have occurred, it’s important to schedule annual visits with a doctor to check for an asbestos-related disease. 

Bio: Jensen Whitmer has been writing for the Mesothelioma Center for more than three years and he has an interest in spreading awareness about the hazardous effects of asbestos exposure.