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Conversations @ UAMS: Dr. Matt Quick

By Jace C. Bradshaw and M. Paige Plumley

Dr. Quick is an Associate Professor of Pathology with a clinical interest in gynecologic and obstetric pathology. He completed his residency at UAMS in anatomic and clinical pathology. He followed his residency training with a fellowship in surgical pathology at UAMS and a women’s and perinatal fellowship at Harvard Medical School/Brigham and Women’s Hospital.

Tell me about yourself.

Dr. Matt Quick

Well, okay. I think we think about ourselves in a bunch of different ways, so I always try to remind myself of how I self-identify. The first thing I self-identify as is a parent and a husband. I always make sure that is my priority. Then, I am a pathologist and a teacher. I think it is really easy to get swallowed whole into medicine. I think about that and try to make sure that I am a very attentive parent and husband because that’s been the most important thing in my life. I like to have fun, but my job is pretty serious because I deal with cancer a lot. So everywhere else, I like to turn the seriousness off, which can be annoying to my wife from time to time, and I understand that. And she gets it. I like being outdoors; I love playing video games and watching TV. I like to fish, but I don’t get to do it much anymore because that requires stillness and quiet: two things that don’t exist in my life. But that’s okay. I feel like I am a very lucky person. I found my way into this job—it was a total accident. I like that I get to help people even if they are unaware that I am helping them. And I enjoy my life outside of work as well.

As a pathologist, which type of cell or tissue would you be, and why?

Well tissue-wise, you could be like the liver and deal with toxic things and make them un-toxic. So, I guess I would be a hepatocyte because you would be good at dealing with problems and issues and detoxifying situations. I feel like that’s a big part of my job, not on the clinical side, but on the medical student side with all the advising I get to do. One of the pleasures that I have is talking to people who bring their problems in, and I can help find a way to take care of those problems.

How did you get here? How did you decide you wanted to be a doctor?

I don’t know. My parents will tell you that I said I wanted to be a doctor early on. I guess I always had this fascination with the body and how it worked. I also spent a fair amount of time in emergency departments and doctors’ offices, so it must have imprinted on me. Then in college, I got really interested in how we get sick. I thought microbiology was awesome. I thought it was so fascinating that a single-celled organism can take down a human. In college, that was the closest I could get to studying to disease, so I was a microbiology major who wanted to do infectious disease as I was applying to medical school. Then [in medical school], I got a C in internal medicine, which was my first C. That was a moment in my life. But what I realized was that I got that grade because I wasn’t that fired up about the subject. And someone told me, “If you want to do infectious disease, that’s a branch of internal medicine, so you should probably be good at it. And you’re not.” So they asked me if I was more interested in the lab side of medicine–more like pathology. And I said no. But I started spending more time in the microbiology lab, which led to me spending time in the surgical pathology lab, which led to me falling in love with surgical pathology, which is now what I do for a living. I don’t do any microbiology anymore. I still think it is cool, but I like it more as a friend.

Now how did I end up as a gynecological pathologist? That’s another story of failure. I wanted a heme-path fellowship and did not get it. It’s a recurring theme in my life that I think I want to do something, and the universe is like “You don’t want that.” I went to my mentor, and he said, “That’s okay. You are better at other stuff like gynecological pathology anyways.” He urged me to apply for a fellowship, and something about the field just clicked. There are so many different tumors and so much variability. Everything works together. I just found it so interesting, and it makes the job interesting. I look back, and I am happy that all of those things happened. It helps me when I am advising students because I had no clue, so I can help the students who also have no clue.

What are your strengths and weakness as a physician?

Let’s start with strengths, so I can think about weaknesses in the background. One of the strengths that a good pathologist exhibits is a very sharp eye for detail. You have to have a very inquisitive mind. I can notice small changes easily, and it drives my wife nuts. It’s the little things that set my brain off. Then wanting to know why or how helps. When you look at 50-60 cases a day, it’s easy to fall for the trap of just doing rapid-fire work without thinking. If you do that, you will miss things and miss diagnoses. So, a good pathologist has to always maintain a high level of vigilance and attention to detail. Those are my strengths due to my interest in surgical pathology. I know that applies to most specialties. I do it with glass slides; they do it with people.

My wife is going to be like, “You don’t ever talk this frankly with me.” The weakness I have is to not take things too seriously as a defense mechanism. I often think that if I don’t take things too seriously, then they aren’t too serious. Yet, what I deal with daily is incredibly serious. So those two states are constantly in conflict with each other. It makes it difficult to look at a case of a 25-year-old that you are going to diagnose cancer in and go home and feel okay at the end of the day. So, I have to have this defense mechanism, but I feel like it detaches me from my patients. And that’s tough. This way, I can go home and be a normal parent and husband, and I avoid being depressed, reserved, and quiet. So, the inability to directly deal with strife is one of my biggest weaknesses. It’s something I struggle with every day. I feel like this is one reason why a lot of doctors have problems outside of work.

What type of cookie would you be, and why?

How do you answer a question like that? I would be a chocolate chip cookie without nuts because that’s the kind that my kids like the most. When I think about cookies, I think about them being happy. It would be nice to make them happy in cookie form. If I had nuts or pecans or something like that, they would hate me, and I’m hypoallergenic this way.

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The Shoes Have Eyes

By Erin Yancey

“I like your shoes!” I said to the teenage girl standing against the wall of the elevator as I stepped in.  I had just begun my third-year psychiatry rotation, and I was arriving for my first day of clinic with a child and adolescent psychiatrist, Dr. Wilson.  I was particularly interested in both psychiatry and pediatrics, so I had been looking forward to this day for a while.  The girl ignored my compliment and continued to stare down at her bright pink Converse sneakers, complete with multicolored laces and a hand-drawn eye on each shoe.  Her mother standing next to her asked, “What do you say? Can you tell her thank you?”  The girl continued staring down, and her mother smiled a soft apology towards me.  The elevator arrived at our floor, and I tried to smile at the girl one last time to no avail.  Her gaze was fixed upon the sharpie-eyes on her shoes as if in a staring contest.  

Once in Dr. Wilson’s office, I watched him speak with patients with a variety of needs.  Although I had performed psychiatric evaluations with adults on my own, he suggested I shadow him for the first few patients of the day to see how interviewing children differed.  The first several patients were being seen for follow-up for their anxiety, depression, and ADHD.  I noted the close patient-physician relationship—all patients and their families spoke with Dr. Wilson comfortably and honestly, and it was clear they saw him as someone they could deeply trust.  Dr. Wilson quickly briefed me on the next patient to be seen as he had done all morning.  Her name was Sarah, and he explained that she rarely, if ever, spoke during her visits and had a history of severe depression.  She had a difficult past and lived with her adoptive parents.  Earlier in the week she attempted suicide by wrapping a shoe lace around her neck, the subject of her visit today.  The nurse brought Sarah in, and I immediately recognized the bright pink sneakers from the elevator.  She sat down in the chair across from the doctor’s desk and planted her heels firmly on the seat so she could rest her head against her knees. She was around fourteen years old with wild, red hair, and in her right hand she tightly clutched a cell phone and pair of earbuds.  Again, she began staring down at the eyes on her shoes.  Her parents sat on the couch near the back of the room, and Dr. Wilson began the session.

Depressed teen girl with red hair looks down

When Dr. Wilson said that this patient would rarely speak, he was not exaggerating.  He spent a few minutes asking her about what had happened, but each question hung in the air unanswered.  Eventually, he directed his questions to her parents.  They seemed concerned, and equally defeated, as they told him that she would not speak with them about it either.  As they spoke, Sarah remained silent, staring at her shoes and methodically winding her earphones around her fingers and palms.  Dr. Wilson expressed his concern about her unwillingness to speak to him and offered to find a psychiatrist that the girl felt more comfortable opening up to.  Her parents assured him her behavior today was not unusual; she had a long history of selective mutism in the presence of medical professionals.  During visits to her primary care physician and even during a recent urgent-care visit for a sprained ankle, she refused to speak to any doctors or nurses.  He sat quietly for a moment, thinking.  His expression suddenly changed as he stood up and said, “Mom, Dad; let’s take a walk.”  Before they left, he said to me, “You’re going to do this.”  I was caught off guard, but I nodded, grateful that he was allowing me to conduct the interview.  I felt nervous, too, because I knew my prospects of making a breakthrough with the girl were dim.  All but me and Sarah left the room, and I walked around the desk to sit in the doctor’s armchair.  

I watched her as she wrapped her headphones around her hands again and again while staring at her shoes.  I attempted to revisit Dr. Wilson’s earlier questions with her.  “Can you tell me what happened this week?” Silence.  “Why did you have to go to the hospital?” … “How have you been feeling lately?  What is your mood like?” More silence.  I began to feel discouraged and acutely aware of how long the others had been gone.  I tried one last time, with a slightly different approach.  “I know you don’t want to talk.  And I know it’s kind of scary being in a doctor’s office.  But actually, I’m not a doctor yet!  I’m still in school, just like you.  If you tell me what happened, it will help us come up with a plan to help you feel better.  Can you tell me?  Did something happen this week?”  As her gaze stayed fixed upon her shoes, she nodded her head.  

The movement was so slight, I almost didn’t notice, but she had nodded her head and finally answered one of my questions.  Suddenly, my hope was renewed that we may be able to communicate after all.  Careful to only ask yes or no questions, I asked about her family, her home, and her school.  She nodded and shook her head appropriately, and all the while furiously wound her earphones around her fingers, around her hands, around her knees.  I then asked about her friends.  She froze.  With the cessation of her movements, I noticed the faint horizontal scars on her wrists.  I was surprised that I had not noticed them sooner, and then wondered if the systematic winding of her headphones was not absent-minded fidgeting, but perhaps a very intentional distraction.  I delved a little deeper and eventually learned that her best friend, her only friend, had moved to another state this week.  Her eyes, still fixed on her Converse, began to well up with tears.  One escaped and traced an uneven river down her face.  She did not move to brush it away.  For a moment, she and I both stared at the eyes on her shoes in silence.  Her multicolored laces were covered in stars, and I briefly wondered if those were the laces she had turned to in a moment of despair.  My stomach turned, and I felt tears spring into the back of my own eyes as I imagined how she must have felt.  In that moment I realized that I will never know all the details of her past, or the depths her depression brings her to.  I can try to understand, but I never truly will.  We carried on, and although her tears would occasionally be too many to be contained by the brim of her eyes, no sound ever escaped from her.  Not a sob, not a sniffle, nothing.  It was as though she was purposefully refusing to make a sound. 

Our communication rested on a delicate balance of safety and trust, and a knock on the office door disrupted the scale and signified that our interview had come to an end.  I spoke with Dr. Wilson in the hallway about the information I had gleaned from our near one-sided conversation.  We reentered the room, and he and Sarah’s parents spent the rest of the appointment discussing his treatment recommendations.  As they talked, Sarah and I sat next to each other near the doctor’s desk.  The appointment ended, and I said goodbye to her and watched her unique pink sneakers pace silently out of the room.  Dr. Wilson shared his optimism at the small breakthrough we had seemed to make.  I, however, felt disheartened as the young girl left, knowing that her illness was severe and her struggle with depression would likely be a lifelong battle.  As if sensing my deflation, he said with a smile and a shrug, “Progress is progress.” 

As my psychiatry rotation moved forward, I interviewed a diverse cohort of patients with a variety of psychiatric issues including depression, panic disorder, PTSD and schizophrenia, among others.  It wasn’t long until I realized that no specialty fascinated me more than psychiatry and its patient population, and I decided what my path in medicine would be.  Often, I reflected on my interview with Sarah; the girl with the eyes on her pink sneakers.  I interviewed plenty of patients who were somewhat difficult to communicate with, whether they were reluctant to discuss certain aspects of their history, or they were psychotic and required extra patience to complete a psychiatric evaluation, but she remained the only patient I ever interviewed who refused to speak at all.  But even without words she had taught me an incredibly important lesson for my future career as a psychiatrist: progress is progress.  

I also still had a lot of questions about Sarah.  I wondered what her personality would be like if things were going better.  I wondered whether her motivation to remain silent came from a place of fear or apathy.  The more I contemplated, the more I remembered the vibrancy of her shoes.  They almost didn’t match their wearer.  But expression is not something that necessarily requires being verbal.  Perhaps this girl who was in a very dark place mentally found it easier to express her personality through her choice of foot-wear.  She never made eye contact with me throughout our interview, but maybe the eyes drawn on her shoes conveyed that even though her mouth was tightly shut, her eyes were wide open.  Or maybe she spent so much time staring at the shoe’s eyes because they made her feel seen.  This is all of course speculation, but expression is variable, and oftentimes truly understanding our patients requires paying attention to even the smallest of details. 

Towards the end of my rotation, I spent a week at the State Hospital, where the most ill and indigent psychiatric patients in the state received inpatient care.  Some patients at this facility had criminal charges against them.  On my first day there, I went to the court yard to meet and interview one such patient.  As I approached him, I tried to think of what I could say to make a connection with him; to start things off on the right foot.  He was sitting in a chair alone, wearing a black hoodie, sweatpants, and a pair of vibrant blue tennis shoes.  He looked up at me, and as he did, I smiled warmly and said, “I like your shoes!” 


Fictional names were used to preserve confidentiality.


Erin Yancey is a fourth-year medical student in the UAMS College of Medicine.

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The Revolution in Neuroscience

by Edgar Garcia-Rill

The Aim of Science

 Numerous journals published each month contain hundreds of articles addressing diseases, clinical care, and novel therapies.  This is a persuasive argument in favor of brain research.  Not only do neuroscientists feel overwhelmed by the proliferation of their own literature, but also the sheer number of “breakthroughs” published adds to the inordinate weight of the competition.  We should remember that most theories are actually proven wrong, and that is “business as usual” in science.  Considerable patience is needed to ensure that “breakthroughs” are properly replicated, validated, and accepted.  

Science, after all, is the search for better answers, not absolute truth.  The aim of science is to achieve better and better explanations.  Sir Karl Popper proposed that a hypothesis can only be empirically tested but never proven absolutely true, and that it can only be advanced after it has been tested 1.  It is perfectly acceptable for a scientist to be wrong, as long as he is honestly wrong — that is, as long as he or she designed and performed the experiment honestly.  
              
Popper also advanced the concept of falsifiability.  The honest scientist should apply this concept to his or her own theories and research findings.  He or she should be the best critic by probing weaknesses so that, by surviving withering criticism from the one scientist with the greatest familiarity with the experiment, the hypothesis can come closer to the truth.  However, few scientists actually throw down the gauntlet in such research.  Many of them defend their work with desperation and viciously criticize opposing theories.Some even censor the work of opponents by rejecting their manuscripts or grant applications.  Logic would demand that a scientist should strive to prove his or her own work false before someone else does, but that feat is difficult to accomplish during the typical 3- to 5-year period of a grant award.  In other words, the funding granted for an idea requires supporting evidence and success so that a grant may be renewed for another similar span of time.  Few “breakthroughs” can be proven correct (or incorrect) in such a short period; thus, the argument goes, more studies and a further funding period- are often needed.  Review committees face the task of precluding applicants from overselling their work.  Generally, reviewers actually agree on the quality of an application; however, they tend to shred weak applications although in some instances unworthy grants get funded anyway.   Conversely, due to the shortage of funds, many worthy projects instead go unfunded.

Sometimes, a novel technique has excellent “wow” value and yet can hide weaknesses.  These flaws may take time to be exposed, especially when reviewers jumping on the bandwagon defend it out of self-service.  Some “exciting” methods can be adopted wholesale by an entire field without due consideration for proper controls.  On occasion, the individual is so well respected that mere reputation can hide minor weaknesses.  There is also the “halo” effect from being in a top 20 medical school, an effect that can provide enough of a nudge to get an award funded, although it may not be better than one dredged from the backwaters of science.  The question is this: will any of those awards lead to a major breakthrough, a new cure, or a novel effective therapy?  The answer is that we do not know.  But we do know that only a very few will provide a significant advance, but if we do not fund the research, we relegate our lives to the status quo with no options for the future.

So how can we determine which science to fund?  How can we be certain which discovery is closer to the truth?  How can we identify the finding that will lead to a new cure?  We can design ways to do all these things better, but never with absolute certainty.  A good starting point is the realization that we can be “snowed,” at least for a while.

Famous Neuroscientific Theories

The “Blank Slate” theory proposed by thinkers from Aristotle to St. Thomas Aquinas to Locke suggested that everything we know comes from experience and education, nothing from instinct or natural predisposition.  Many of the proponents can be forgiven for advancing a “nurture or bust” philosophy since genetics was not in their lexicon.  That is, they had incomplete knowledge.  An avalanche of data has shown that many traits are inherited along with many instincts, the “nature” argument, we know, is not exclusive of nurture.

At the beginning of the 19th century, “Phrenology” proposed that specific traits could be localized to distinct regions of the skull overlying the brain, creating detailed cortical maps of these functions.  These advocates exceeded the available data, and in many cases used the process for ulterior motives, including racism, to spread their influence.  By the 20th century, such pinpoint assignations of skull regions had been discredited.

Another fallacy is that people “use only 10% of their brains,” an assumption deriving from a misunderstanding of studies of sensory-evoked responses in which “primary” afferent input (e.g. vision, touch, hearing) only activates a small percentage of the cortex.  This result sidesteps the fact that most cortex is devoted to association functions that process such information both serially and in parallel.  Embedded in this conclusion is the fact that neurons need to fire, otherwise their influence on their targets is lessened.  Without reinforcement, synapses weaken, almost as if the input was “forgotten.”  “Use it or lose it” is the principle of brain activity.  What this means is that our brain is continuously active — all of it.

Contrary to what many researchers espouse, many drugs shown to be efficacious in animals manifest limited effectiveness in humans 2.  In fact, the sensitivity for most drugs tested on animals has the probability of only a coin toss (~50%) that it will be effective in man.  Unfortunately, the opposite can also be true.  Thalidomide, a drug tested in more than 10 species, hardly ever produced birth defects, except in humans 3.  

Many of these theories were not disproven because of scientific fraud or faulty experiments.  Most were the result of incomplete knowledge, which includes the common problems of study size, limited technology, etc.  We maintain that it is also the inadequate application of falsifiability by the proponents that might have prevented some of these spectacular failures.  This incomplete knowledge and inadequate application of falsifiability point to neuroscientists. They are responsible for these failures, failures which could have been avoided if falsifiability had been practiced.

Mixed in with such famous failures are a number of sophisticated and stunning discoveries about the brain.  At the turn of the 20th  century, Ramon y Cajal observed that the nervous system consists of individual cells, not a continuous network as was the thought of the time.  In contrast, Cajal’s work led to the description of the synapse and chemical transmission across the narrow clefts between neurons.  This description then led to the identification of a myriad of transmitters — some of which could alter behavior –, followed by the development of psychoactive drugs that modulate mood, movement, and other functions.  Pharmacological intervention soon allowed many patients to live outside an institution, eliminating the need for padded rooms and “lunatic asylums.”  

About  30 years ago, it was thought that humans were born with all the cells we will ever have.  It now seems that we lose cells throughout puberty, but we find the occurrence of neurogenesis in the adult.  The creation of new brain cells, a totally foreign concept until recently, is now accepted wisdom. How to control such generation is the topic of study in a number of neurodegenerative disorders.

In science, certain simple conclusions can have an unintended impact.  The conclusion that Benjamin Libet reached in his 1980s experiments on the Readiness Potential is one example.  Because the “will” to perform a movement appeared to occur before the actual movement, and the person was not aware of this intention, Libet concluded that we perform movements through “unconscious” processes.  Unfortunately, this conclusion led to another conclusion – a disturbing one —  that our subconscious was responsible for our voluntary actions.  By extension, this meant that there was no free will.  The implications for personal responsibility carried unwanted effects, including advancing legal arguments absolving miscreants of culpability.  However, in Libet’s work, the person studied was fully conscious, not unconscious.  Moreover, while awake, we are aware of our environment as we navigate it, even though we do not expressly attend to any particular event.  In other words, we are aware of cars and pedestrians as we carry out a conversation by often moving to avoid collisions.  In fact, we are “pre-consciously” aware of the world around us and respond appropriately, although we do not attend to a particular event.  This interpretation makes it clear that we are indeed responsible for our actions, for our voluntary movements.  However, it is also clear that the perception of that environment, whether pre-consciously or consciously, is altered in mental disease.  Disorders like psychosis can dramatically alter these perceptions and thus guide our actions without responsibility.  That is why proper diagnosis of mental disease is essential.

It is inarguable that brain research has led to remarkable improvements in health and quality of life.  The rather modest investment in funding targeting the brain has paid off exponentially.  While the National Institutes of Health are funded to the tune of ~$40 billion yearly for research from cancer to heart to brain, spending for defense research is more than 10 times greater.  While scientific review committees discuss, dissect, and agonize over a $1 million grant application for almost one hour, Congress makes billion-dollar defense funding decisions in minutes.  We should realize that the successes in brain research will far outweigh the failures, but we should also know that only some of those successes will result in a novel treatment.  

In addition, the annual recurring costs of most brain diseases in terms of medical costs, lost income, and care is in the billions of dollars.  One novel treatment for a disease that was derived from a typical $5-10 million research program will save billions of dollars every year.  We know that for every dollar spent on research, we stand to save thousands every year, and conversely, for every dollar we do not spend on research, we stand to pay thousands every year from now on.  

Famous Techniques

One of the most appealing techniques in medicine is magnetic resonance imaging (MRI), which employs strong magnetic fields stimulated by radio waves to produce field gradients that are then computed into images of the brain.  Functional MRI (fMRI) uses blood oxygenation levels to compute images that are assumed to reflect neural activity.  The standard black-and-white displays allow the clinician to detect and measure tumors, infarcts, and even infection, as well as bone, fat, and blood.  This technique has been a life-saver for a number of disorders in which clear, detailed, and accurate anatomical images are required.  With the advent of more sophisticated MRI computation and fMRI, the displays have become color coded, so that changes in blood oxygenation are displayed in beautiful false color images.   This characteristic allows proponents of the technique to oversell their product.

Today, fMRI is being used in research to make unwarranted conclusions about the workings of the brain on a real-time basis.  Researchers undertake studies from voluntary movement to sensory perception to the performance of complex tasks. Some labs have “concluded” that they can detect truth-telling from lying, and have pitched for fMRI as a lie detector.  The issues related to the technology will not be repeated here, merely to emphasize that the field has been remiss in standardizing the generation of images.  This has created a field in which the same experiment carried out by different labs produces different images and, therefore, conclusions.  The method suffers from a complexity requiring recurring individual decisions regarding the weights of factors which are applied differentially by researchers at multiple stages in the processing of that image.  It is incumbent on researchers in the field to develop standardized methodology.  Perhaps the most serious problem is that the technique actually measures blood flow, not neural activity.  The pretty images represent the aftermath of brain processes that included both excitation and inhibition.  The fMRI is essentially a static image of an ongoing complex event, much like taking a picture of an orchestra and, from the frozen positions of the players, making conclusions about the identity of the musical piece being played.

Granted this illustration may be an exaggeration, but the fact remains that the mesmerizing effect of the images hide the fact that they are based on moving processes founded on assumptions about how the brain works.  Moreover, overselling of the technology has accumulated an undeserved portion of the funding pie.  Many have naively moved to the technology without developing testable hypotheses and controllable experiments.  The monies for the BRAIN Initiative, a monopoly of funding for the method, has been hijacked to the detriment of other valuable technologies.  It is hoped that the limitations of the method will be exposed so that those using more esoteric variables can better justify their decisions.  Currently, the value of the technology to the clinical enterprise is without question, but when complex neural processes are studied using what is a measure of blood flow, the conclusions drawn can indeed be questioned.

One policy issue that emerges is the following: what is the harm in throwing money at the problem?  Why not overfund a research area until all the problems are worked out?  The answer – these practices are unrealistic.  A similar situation arose when agencies began pouring money into AIDS research.  Funding levels that historically had funded between 5% and 15% of submitted AIDS grant applications- rose to allowable funding of 20% to 25% of applicants.  The pressure increased to make breakthroughs, and “discoveries” came hard and fast, with seemingly rapid progress towards systematically resolving the problems of a complicated infectious process.  Responsible labs were soon confronted with the realization of improperly controlled “discoveries.” These labs began spending resources and time on validating questionable results and unsupported theories.  Some were forced to attempt to replicate many such findings in order to move the field ahead, if at all. This consequence led to overfunding from which the field suffered. 

Another technique with which the public at large, including attorneys, is enamored is genetics.  This powerful array of methods has exceptional promise.  As future clinical tools, personalized medicine stands to provide answers to a host of medical questions and may even give us some cures.  But there is the issue of genes and determinism.  That is, genes are not deterministic, but very malleable, likely to produce different proteins under slight changes in condition.  In addition, genes are co-dependent, such that the expression of some genes is not only dependent on other nearby genes (in terms of chromosome location), but also on some distant genes. 

The field of genetics promises to address the links between genes, the brain, behavior, and neurological and psychiatric diseases.  Therefore, neurogenetics holds great promise for the future of clinical science, but it also has created a gap.  This promise has attracted the bulk of funding for genetic studies, pushing the testing of treatments and cures  —  that is, translational research —  further into the future, resulting in a gap between patients who need to be treated now and those who may be successfully treated with a genetic intervention in 20 or 30 years.  

Research grants have migrated away from clinical studies towards molecular studies.  Because of the complexity of the genome, short-term answers are unlikely.  Premature genetic interventions could be catastrophic, but the power of the technology has moved funding away from interventions in the clinic.  Translational neuroscience is designed to bring basic science findings promptly to the clinic 4.  It is a response to an Institute of Medicine report from 2003, calling for more emphasis in this area 5.  The reason for the concern voiced in the report was the gradual decrease in research grants awarded to MDs (presumably doing research on patients) compared to PhDs (presumably doing research on animals).  Over a 10-year period, the percentage of MDs with awards had decreased from 20% to 4%.  While some attention has been paid to increasing translational research funding, the fact is that most grant reviewers are basic scientists and not very familiar with clinical testing and human subject research.  Animal studies are more easily controlled than human subject studies, so that there is an inherent difference that makes for lower funding scores for human studies.  It is incumbent on the research community to correct the discrepancy because we stand to lose public trust.  We now live in a world of immediate gratification and cures far off in the future will not be warmly considered.

Is the emphasis on genetics and molecular biology truly warranted?  Definitely, but not at the expense of advances that could improve the quality of life of patients now rather than later.  Some self-scrutiny is called for from the molecular biology community.  For example, researchers should realistically identify some of the limits of their own technology.  One area that needs such scrutiny is the knock-out mouse, in which a genetically modified mouse has undergone a process whereby a gene is kept from expressing or deleted from the mouse’s genome.  Knocking out the activity of a gene provides knowledge about the function of that gene, making for a marvelous model for the study of disease.  The process is complex, certainly cutting-edge, and  very effective if properly employed.  Because of the variety of genes, the technology has created an opportunity for many labs to develop their own knock-out mouse, thus leading to a myriad of new genetically modified mouse lines that researchers can make, buy, study, and manipulate.  

The scientists who developed the technology won the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 2007.  The knock-out technology has to date been most successful in identifying genes related to cancer biology.  These genetically altered animals allow the study of genes in vivo, along with their responses to drugs.  The problem, however, has been the inability to generate animals that faithfully recapitulate the disease in man.  This glaring factor is understated- to the detriment of all.  In addition to the glaring fact that ~15% of knock-outs are lethal and some fail to produce observable changes, there is also the overlooked fact that knocking out a gene will up-regulate many other genes and down-regulate another large group of genes 6.  In nature, single-gene mutations that survive are very rare, so the knock-out is not simply a study of such mutations; it is an attempt at learning all that a single gene does.  The problem is that, without knowing which OTHER genes are up- or down-regulated, the knock-out animal represents an uncontrolled experiment on a creature that never would have existed in nature.  It is incumbent on representatives in the field to discuss these factors and adequately control their studies.

Some of these problems can be overcome by using conditional mutations, in which an agent added to the diet can induce a gene to be expressed or cease expressing temporarily.  The problem is that this approach does not control the up- or down-regulation of linked genes whose identities are unknown.  Moreover, none of these methods measure compensation.  Very few researchers verify how the absence of the gene creates compensation in expression of other genes.  For example, knocking out the gap junction protein connexin 36 creates a mouse without connexin 36, but the manipulation leads to overexpression of other connexins 7.  The field of knock-out mouse lines is expanding, growingly uncontrolled, and funded well beyond its current scientific affirmation.

A final issue is that, as far as the brain is concerned, protein transcription is a long-term process.  That is, the workings of the brain are in the millisecond range.  Over the last several minutes during the reading of this article, transcription was irrelevant.  None of the perceptive, attentional, or comprehensive elements of the information on these pages required gene transcription.  Of course, the long-term storage of the information into memory requires gene transcription, but not before.  Our brain takes about 200 miliseconds to consciously perceive a stimulus.  Gene action is in the order of minutes to hours, which is not in the same scale in terms of time.  Gene transcription is irrelevant during a conversation with friends about the latest news.  Assessing thought and movement in real time is too fast for genetic methods, but not for two technologies, the electroencephalogram (EEG) and the magnetoencephalogram (MEG).  

The EEG amplifies electrical signals from the underlying cortex (just from the surface of the brain, not from deep structures), but these signals are distorted by skull and scalp.  The MEG measures the magnetic fields of these electrical signals, but requires isolation by recording rooms, massive computational power, and superconductors that function in liquid helium.  The development of helium-free MEGs is here; such development would make the technology less expensive to operate.  The MEG is also very useful in producing exquisite localization of epileptic tissue, especially the initial ictal (seizure activity) event.  As such, it is reimbursable for diagnostic and surgical uses.  As the only real-time localizable measure of brain activity, the MEG is likely to make inroads into the rapid events in the brain.  Recent reports suggest that the MEG may also provide detailed images of any part of the body, including functioning muscle.  

The Revolution

To gain perspective, we have to understand the battle within the brain sciences that has led to the current state.  Subsequent to Sir Isaac Newton’s deterministic theories of how the world worked, there arose the idea that the brain worked the same way.  That is, – all brain function could be reduced to the smallest physical components, to the ultimate in micro-determinism.  This approach was manifested in the brain sciences in the form of “behaviorism,”an idea that all actions and thoughts were due to the physicochemical nature of the brain.  A major proponent was B. F. Skinner, who considered free will to be an illusion, and that everything you did depended on previous actions.  Advances in molecular biology and the structure of DNA fanned the fervor for this view.  There was no room for the consideration of consciousness or subjective states.  This was the world of the reductive micro-deterministic view of the person and the world.  These views influenced education and policy, suggesting that the issue was not to free man but to improve the way he is controlled — the “behaviorist”, one-way reductionist, view of the world in general and of the brain in particular.  

The implication of “behaviorism” for thought and action was that consciousness was an epiphenomenon of brain activity- and that the reductionist approach, if only enough details were known, provided a complete explanation of the material world.  This deterministic view of the world began to crumble under the weight of the discoveries of quantum mechanics.  The old deterministic idea of behavior and absence of free will were undermined by the advances in quantum mechanics.  Behaviorism thus was replaced by a “cognitive revolution” that espoused mental states as dynamic emergent properties of brain activity.  That is,  a two-way street existed between consciousness and the brain, fused to the brain activity of which it is an emergent property.  This is not to imply a dualism, two independent realms. Rather, mental states are fused with the brain processes that generate them.  This approach eliminated the duality of “brain”  versus “soul” or “mind.”-.  Just as evolution undermined the tenets of creationism, the cognitive revolution dissipated the suspicion of a separate “soul.”

The “cognitive revolution” implied a causal control of brain states downwards as well as upward determinism.  This two-way approach offers a solution of the free will versus- determinism paradox.  This cognitive approach retains both free will and determinism, integrated in a manner that provides moral responsibility 8. As a current scientific mainstream opinion,  volition remains causally determined but no longer subject to strict physicochemical laws.   It is one that no longer considers there to be a mind-versus-brain  paradox, but a singular, functionally interactive process.  Instead of placing the “mind” within physicochemical processes, thought became an emergent property of brain processes.  

To use a simplistic parallel, the brain is to thought and action as the orchestra is to music.  Thought and action are emergent properties of the brain just as music is an emergent property of the orchestra.  Music cannot exist without the orchestra, just as thought and action cannot exist without the brain.  This is a solitary relationship, one in which brain states influence thought and action (downwards), and the external world modulates the activity of the brain (upwards).  The “mind” or consciousness can be viewed as downward control of a system changing due to continuously impinging external inputs. 

This new viewpoint combines bottom-up determinism with top-down mental causation, the best of both worlds.  The world of reductionism is not entirely rejected, merely considered not to contain all the answers, and an entirely new outlook on nature is manifest.  The revolution in neuroscience has provided new values, whereby the world is driven not just by mindless physical forces, but also mental human values.  

References

[1] Karl R. Popper. 1983. “Realism and the Aim of Science.” In Postscript to the Logic of Scientific Discovery. W.W. Bartley III ed. New York: Routledge.

2 R. Heywood. 1990. “Clinical Toxicity – Could it have been predicted? Post-marketing experience.” In Animal Toxicity Studies: Their Relevance for Man. C.E. Lumley, and S. Walker, eds. Lancaster: Quay.

3 Niall Shanks, Ray Greek, and Jean Greek. 2009. “Are animal models predictive of humans?” Philos. Ethics Humani. Med. 4: 2.

4 E. Garcia-Rill.  2012.  Translational Neuroscience: a guide to a successful program. New York: Wiley-Blackwell.

5 Kohn, L.T., ed. 2004. Committee on the role of Academic Health Centers in the 21st Century, Academic Health Centers; Leading change in the 21st century. Washington, DC: National Academies Press.

6 D.A. Iacobas, E. Scemes, and D.C. Spray. 2004. “Gene expression alterations in connexin null mice extend beyond gap junctions.” Neurochem. Int. 45: 243-250.

7 D.C. Spray, and D.A. Iacobas. 2007. “Organizational principles of the connexin-related brain transcriptome.” J. Memb. Biol. 218: 39-47.

8 Roger Sperry. 1976. Changing concepts of consciousness and free will. Perspect. Biol. Med. 20: 9-19.


Edgar Garcia-Rill, Ph.D., is the Director for the Center for Translational Neuroscience and a professor in the Department of Neurobiology and Developmental Sciences at UAMS.

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Change

When I am old, I want to look back
And feel like my life really mattered.
But for now. I’m young and confused
Often getting bruised and battered.

From where I started it still is surprising
That I am where I am.
Perspective is gained when I pause
And look back to where I began

From humble beginnings I come
Once a kid full of rage
But I’ve learned to live is to love
And slowly I’ve started to change.

I’m not where I want to be yet
But I have faith that someday I might be,
The road is long. but I’ve grown strong
To beat the darkness I’m fighting

I think I’ve become someone different
And it makes me feel pride
To know I can change
I feel like I’m hitting my stride

I finally feel I belong
But part of me still feels uncertain
I try and resist the doubt
That soon they’ll be closing the curtain

I try to stay true and try to stay focused
I can’t help but fear I might fall.
Had clarity in very brief moments
But sometimes it’s hard to recall.

Sometimes it thunders and rains,
I feel like I’m falling apart,
But the storm always breaks before I do
And it feels like I get a fresh start

Like I’m on a boat out on the ocean
The skies are sunny and blue
The gentle breeze puts me in motion
The journey, exciting and new

I float away, not sure where I’m going
I wonder when I’ll get there too
But overwhelming the fear of drowning
Is the high of enjoying the view


Nick Wary is a medical student at UAMS.

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Epic Haikus

Epic, open, please!
Numerous charts to complete.
Will you ever load?


Physician builders,
Trained to improve Epic work.
We need more of you.


Alvin F. Stewart, M.D., is the Epic Anesthesia Operational Lead and Epic Physician Builder. He is also an Assistant Professor in the Department of Anesthesiology at UAMS.

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I, Atlas

Beautiful life so often forsaken
Let sounds of the night gently awaken
The burning desire to live

Caught up in the rhythm with no rhyme or reason
I keep running in place with each passing season
To proceed I first must forgive

Forgive myself for not reaching the unattainable
Forgive the world for being so unchangeable
And I must let myself just be

Be merely human. Be free


Tyler Estes is a third-year M.D./M.P.H. student at UAMS.

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Riding the Waves of Discovery

Ocean waves

By Paulette Mehta

He wanted to be scooped up in the ocean wave of new discoveries and to ride the wave for as long as he could. Anything, anything to have a chance.

I met Mr. Lemming for the first time in the I.C.U. He had been flown in from Bentonville, a bustling, small town that was home of the national headquarters of Wal-mart in Northwest Arkansas. He had come to the Emergency Room for confusion and blurred vision. Work-up in the local hospital showed that his white blood cell count was more than 15 times normal making his blood thick and possibly causing it to stagnate in his arteries and veins. His referring doctor thought he was having a stroke and sent him to our hospital immediately. Since he had fought bravely in the Vietnam war, had been honorably discharged, and had acquired several conditions presumably because of his service, he was eligible for free medical care in the V.A. system. He was therefore flown to our V.A., the largest such facility in Arkansas.

When I came down to meet him in the I.C.U., I realized that our resident team was giving him blood, antibiotics, and fluids and they were consulting me, the hematologist, to help them figure out why the white blood cell count was so high and what needed to be done.

I took the team aside to find out and asked: “what’s going on?”

The resident answered: “He’s had a diagnosis of chronic myeloid leukemia for 10 years, off and on, and now it’s out of control.”

“When did it start?” I asked.

“This episode started about ten days ago with confusion and headaches. He thought it was from working too hard in the yard in this heat,” referring to the heat wave radiating through the state. The temperature had been over 100 degrees Fahrenheit for the past week, part of the normal Arkansas summer.

“But it kept getting worse and his wife insisted he come. She seems to be in charge. She’s right there in the waiting room if you want to talk to her,” pointing to a tall, thin, 60 -ish year old woman wearing a tailored, plaid dress.

As I entered the waiting room, I saw her sitting alone in a far corner reading The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette with a copy of the New Yorker on the seat beside her.

“Can we talk?” I asked her as I entered the waiting room and escorted her to the conference room. As we walked into the conference room, I asked her permission to take notes.

She started: “Many years ago, he had leukemia, it was low grade, indolent as you doctors say. There was no effective treatment and they told us to go home and let nature take its course. That was in the 1970’s. He was only 22, way too young to let go, but then again, the other young people and even children with cancer were also dying in those days. He was about to go under, to sink under the pressure of his disease; but he was a fighter.”

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“He said no, he was going to fight this disease in whatever way he could. He’d go anyplace, do anything, give himself to science to get a chance. He told me he wanted the chance to live, to swim not sink, to go over the waves not under. More importantly, he wanted his life to mean something, to be used towards research that could help somewhere somehow. He’s a good man.”

“So, what happened then?” I asked.

“He called every place in the country to see if someone could treat him, if there was something somewhere that could help. They were doing a trial at the National Institutes of Health in Washington DC to see if chemotherapy could help and he wanted to go there. We had to get the money to afford the trip, but I worked two jobs, so he could make it there, and they didn’t charge him for the medicines.”

“Then what?”

“Someone offered us a chance. They didn’t know if it would work and how long it would work but we could try it. It would be a clinical trial, they would use him like a guinea pig. He was so excited –he wanted to be a guinea pig. He wanted to be scooped up in the ocean wave of new discoveries and to ride the wave for as long as he could. Anything, anything to have a chance.

“The treatment turned out to be chemotherapy which they were using for patients with acute leukemia. He didn’t have acute leukemia, but they were trying it. In low doses. I forgot the names. They were low dose and they made things better for a while, well for about two years. But they made him sick with nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, rashes, and..oh..of course he went bald. He hated it but said it was worth it to be alive. He would ride any wave, any new development, as long as he could live.”

*

The alarm went off and I went racing into my patient’s room. A whole group of people were hunched over my patient’s bed, compressing his chest, in and out, pumping, pushing, priming. Finally, they stopped, his heart had returned. “Sepsis” the resident murmured to me, “he’s going under; even if he survives he doesn’t have a chance to overcome this storm, let’s get palliative care involved.”

Later in the evening, I went back to be with his wife. “He’s OKfor now. Leave the records with me. I can read about the rest. We can talk later. Stay with him and hold his hand. He’ll know you’re there. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

*

I came home with a briefcase filled with paperwork. My husband peered at me and said “another all-nighter? You’re an attending now, give up being an intern! ” I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Who was this man in my I.C.U. and why was he holding on so tight?

“What’s for dinner anyway?” my husband called out to me.

“Whatever you cook or whatever you call out for,” I answered. “OK, it’s pizza tonight, again, the fourth time this week.”

*

The wife had gotten all the details right. He had been diagnosed with chronic myeloid leukemia, in chronic phase and he had been treated with low dose cytosine arabinoside. His blood counts had partially normalized but were still too high. His liver, spleen and lymph nodes were enlarged but had receded with treatment.

Then two years later he relapsed despite still taking the chemotherapy. His treating physician suggested hospice, but he refused. He knew the storm was returning but he wasn’t ready to drown under the waves. He wanted to surf the waves again and ride over, not under, them. He had weathered the last storm, could he do it again? He had resisted calls to give up, to go to palliative care, to go to hospice, or to “let nature take its course.” He would resist again. But what would he do?

His wife called every cancer doctor in the city and no one had a better treatment. That’s when she called the research nurse at M.D. Anderson again and begged for another trial. Did they have anything, anything at all which could help? Was there a wave of discovery he could ride again?

“Why, yes, we do have trials and we could discuss options with you,” the research nurse had responded. “We’re experimenting with interferon and some patients have already done well with it.” Interferon was a drug that stimulated the immune system, and the immune system in some people could fight the leukemia. But the inflammatory response was very robust, and most people developed high fever, chills, shakes and felt sick for the whole day. The drug was given by self-injection into the abdomen three times a week. Most of the time my patient felt really sick on it. He had however gone into complete remission for eight months. He rode this wave very successfully as he had ridden the past one. He was riding high over the wave, not under.

Until he wasn’t.

*

That was when he relapsed, again. The disease was literally stalking him. The waves were about to take him under again. What should he do? After two types of different treatments, there was very little likelihood that cancer would respond to still another treatment. Therefore, his treating doctors had suggested, again, to consider palliative re and hospice support for comfort care only.

That’s when he and his wife wondered if another type of treatment should be considered. That’s also when they started calling around again, to the same places they had called earlier. Maybe just maybe something had changed. She wanted him to stay above water, to float over the waves for as long as he could.

Some of the cancer doctors from M.D. Anderson had moved upstate from Texas into Arkansas and had developed a stem cell transplant program at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences (UAMS) hospital. It was quickly becoming the biggest stem cell transplant center in the world focusing mostly on treating patients with multiple myeloma. But the program accepted any patient needing a stem cell transplant, regardless of diagnosis. The team had a well-greased machine and was led by a giant in the field who had assembled an amazing group of doctors from around the world.

The wife hesitated to call at first. Would they accept him? Would they give him a chance? Would they do a transplant event though his heart wasn’t working well anymore? What would the charge? Could they afford it? But most importantly could her husband stand it? Would he drown in the recurrence of his disease or stay afloat with this new discovery again?

“Come as soon as you can,” the voice on the phone told her when she finally got the courage to call. “We can take care of him. We can take care of anyone.” This would be another wave of discovery. He could again ride the waves and get some more time.

She continued talking to me: “He was in relapse when he showed up in the stem cell transplant clinic. His counts were sky high with a white blood cell count ten times normal, and with low red blood cells and platelets. They gave him treatment and he started to improve.

“Transplant had just developed as a possibility for chronic myeloid leukemia. Would it work? Would he survive it? He had trembled while thinking of it, but his wife said it could save his life and he should ride the wave of this new discovery now. She wasn’t ready to be a widow. He wasn’t ready to die. He didn’t want to drown. He wanted to ride this wave for as long as it would possibly hold him.

The wife continued, “I had shouted at him: ‘If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for me! Hold on and ride this wave for as long as it lasts! Do it for me!’

“He agreed, for me.”

“Months later after he finally went into remission with the chemotherapy, he underwent transplant and it worked like a charm. All of the blood counts normalized quickly. He felt better. He could get around better. His mood improved. Our marriage was better.”

*

“Thanks, you’ve been a great historian, let’s get together tomorrow and talk more,” I said, knowing I needed to move on and finish my day’s work. This evening my husband and I had committed to going to a potluck dinner and I needed to make chicken curry for the evening meal. We were part of a potluck group that met weekly on Wednesdays and we never missed a date. It was our home away from home with people who knew us better than any of our colleagues or even our families all so far away.

After the potluck, I kicked off my shoes, put on my PJ’s and continued reading.

The stem cells he received were from a matched unrelated donor, nicknamed a “MUD transplant” for the acronym. The donor was unrelated to him, matched perfectly with him, and would save his life. He would never know the identity of this kind stranger who had donated so many stem cells out of the goodness of his heart to someone he didn’t know and never would know. The cells from the other person “homed” to his bone marrow and fully engrafted after 30 days, as expected.

Then something strange happened. The stem cells from the donor—that is, the graft—turned against him in a condition known as graft-versus-host. First the donor stem cells (graft) invaded the skin, then liver, then the intestines. There was intense inflammation, pain, fevers, rashes, bruising, bleeding. The blood counts dropped. It was controlled with steroids, very potent anti-inflammatory drugs. The storm was raging again, and he was fighting above the waves, or at least he was afloat. Or at least alive.

Gradually the acute graft-versus-host disease abated, but later a chronic form erupted. The chronic form of graft-versus-host disease involved mostly the joints causing stiff painful arthritis. It also involved the esophagus and stomach making it hard to swallow and to tolerate eating.

In effect, he had traded one disease for another, leukemia for graft-versus-host disease. It was a good trade: he had traded his leukemia for chronic graft-versus-host; the former was fatal, the latter was not.

*

Now here he was with us in the V.A. hospital and in the I.C.U. The graft versus-host-disease had resolved, but the leukemia had come back. Perhaps the graft-versus-host-disease had been treated too well, preventing the donor cells from fighting his normal but also his leukemia cells. He was very sick with active rampant disease. The storm had become a tsunami, the water was devastating, the waves overwhelming. He would never get out of the I.C.U.until his leukemia abated. And if it didn’t abate, he would die.

But there was still no effective chemotherapy and another stem cell transplant was out of the question while he was so sick. I couldn’t figure out anything to do to get him to ride another wave of discovery. I did not imagine he could ride over this wave, rather I saw him sinking deeper and deeper to the bottom of the ocean. His time had come, I thought.

*

That’s when one of the medicals students asked me: “why can’t we try STI 1571? It worked in other patients with this disease and some of those patients are still alive. I read about it in an abstract that was presenting a few months ago at the American Society of Hematology.”

“Really?” I asked, not admitting that I didn’t know anything about it.

The drug was so new that it didn’t have a name yet. But people were talking about it. A young doctor at Oregon State Hospital had figured out that this safe, oral, daily drug could stop the oncogene driving this disease and cure the leukemia. Initial trials were unbelievable with 90% of patients achieving a complete response within 4-6 weeks, even if they had previously not 6responded to other treatments. Later when it proved itself indeed to be a miracle drug, it was approved by the FDA under the name “Gleevec” and became the gold standard for initial treatment for all patients with chronic myeloid leukemia, eliminating the need for most hematopoietic stem cell transplants to control this disease.

But this was before FDA approval and I wondered how I would get it. It didn’t have a name. It was not FDA approved. It was not sold over the internet.

My medical student interrupted my thoughts with her comment: “I’ll call the company and see if we can get it by compassionate use. I’ll beg them for the drug, I’ll explain that this man needs it, that he can’t live without it, that it means the world to him, his wife, and….to us.”

Then she continued, “I already spoke to his wife, she’s the next of kin, and she said yes, she was so afraid he was finally drowning but this new drug could save him from the waves that would otherwise overwhelm him. He could ride this wave too, a new wave of discovery which he could surf for as long as it took him. She would make sure that he agreed, if not for himself than for her. She needed him.”

“Let’s get it,” I said, awed at his luck in riding so many waves of discovery, each of which kept him alive one wave at a time.


Paulette Mehta, M.D. M.P.H., is a professor in the Department of Internal Medicine Division of Hematology/Oncology at UAMS.

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A Mother

A mother in the NICU
waiting room thinks aloud,
If God were listening
If God were
If God
If
And looks to where clear sky and ground meet,
and tries not to contemplate the gravity of anything
on the other side of the window.


Christopher Fettes is a Program Coordinator and Instructor in Environmental and Occupational Health in the UAMS College of Public Health.

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Musings

I do not understand love, as mightily as I strive, it is at once real and tangible, yet dimensionless, for like space and time can not be measured, nor truly comprehended, it can only be known.

We talk of showing our love yet it is invisible, and cannot be seen, we demonstrate our love through our acts, but they can not be described,
it may be offered but can not be owned,
love can only be felt.

Love is not shared, it is freely given, it is not a barter to be traded, nor bargained
it does not cause joy or gladness, nor pain nor sorrow,
love is joy, sorrow its absence, love is love,
nothing more.

We search our lives for love, but it is not found, for it lies not without but within us,
for it is self, the most difficult of all things to know, ourselves,
given freely, love asks for nothing,
but to be accepted.

I do not understand love as mightily as I strive,
it stretches our emotional fibers past their limits,
it takes joy beyond pains threshold, then pain to joy, it is wondrous,
tho never understood.


Mark Weatherton is an Emeritus Professor in the UAMS College of Health Professions.

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River

Year after year flowing through halls
A healing river of humanity
Quickly it comes
So soon it goes
Carrying with it all it knows
Out to the state and world
It flows and flows
A warm stream
Healing for the suffering


Laura Stanley is an Assistant Research Professor in the Department of Neurobiology and Developmental Sciences.

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