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THE MINISTRY OF SILLY HEALTH

This Measles Patient Is Merely Resting

There was a time when the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention had a straightforward job:

Disease appears. Scientists investigate it. CDC counts it. Doctors try to prevent more of it.

Admittedly, this lacked theatrical flair.

Fortunately, American public health has entered its Monty Python period.

We join the Department of Health and Human Services, where Pennsylvania has arrived at the National Public Health Pet Shop carrying two reported measles-associated deaths.

PENNSYLVANIA: I wish to register two deaths.

CDC: What sort?

PENNSYLVANIA: Measles-associated deaths.

CDC: Are you certain?

PENNSYLVANIA: We investigated them.

CDC: But are they really measles deaths?

PENNSYLVANIA: We said measles-associated. There is an important medical distinction.

CDC: Ah! A distinction. We shall need additional documentation.

PENNSYLVANIA: We have death certificates.

CDC: Excellent. We shall place them in the special federal drawer marked “Things That May Have Happened.”

One of the deceased was a newborn with measles listed as a contributing condition on the death certificate. That doesn’t necessarily establish measles as the immediate cause of death, and reviewing that distinction is perfectly legitimate.

Then Robert F. Kennedy Jr. entered the room carrying a large herring.

He suggested the deaths might have been fabricated.

And suddenly a reasonable epidemiological question—What role did measles play in these deaths?—became:

“Have we considered the possibility that Pennsylvania invented the dead people?”

Welcome to the Ministry of Silly Epidemiology.

The Federally Unconfirmed Corpse

There are actually three separate questions here.

Was measles associated with the deaths? Pennsylvania says yes.

Did measles directly cause or materially contribute to them? That’s a medical determination worthy of careful review.

Has CDC accepted them for its national measles death count? Not yet.

Perfectly reasonable distinctions.

But “the federal government hasn’t confirmed the causal classification” and “perhaps state officials fabricated the deaths” are not neighboring scientific conclusions.

They’re not even in the same ZIP code.

One is epidemiology.

The other is a conspiracy theory wearing a lab coat.

Meanwhile, measles continues its irritating habit of behaving according to virology rather than political affiliation.

The virus is extraordinarily contagious.

The MMR vaccine remains highly effective.

And viruses, displaying a shocking lack of respect for social media, continue replicating without first checking X.

NIH Enters the Sketch

NIH Director Jay Bhattacharya has acknowledged the decidedly inconvenient facts that there is no cure for measles and that two doses of MMR provide about 97 percent protection.

One imagines the staff meeting:

HHS: Jay, we’re trying to have a vaccine controversy here.

BHATTACHARYA: The vaccine works.

HHS: Could you say that in a more confusing way?

BHATTACHARYA: Two doses provide about 97 percent protection.

HHS: You’re ruining the atmosphere.

The great accomplishment of contemporary federal health policy isn’t changing the scientific evidence.

It’s making Americans wonder whether scientific evidence exists at all.

The New Scientific Method

For centuries, science worked something like this:

Observation → Hypothesis → Experiment → Data → Conclusion

Bizarro World science is considerably more efficient:

Conclusion → Social-media post → Find data → Attack inconvenient data → Demand more data → Question motives → Announce that science is finally transparent

The advantage is speed.

You can reach the wrong conclusion before breakfast.

And Then There Is Samoa

Kennedy has repeatedly maintained that his 2019 trip to Samoa had “nothing to do with vaccines.”

Unfortunately, before the trip he wrote Samoa’s prime minister proposing an assessment involving the country’s MMR vaccines.

His letter reportedly used “vaccine” or “vaccination” eight times.

Eight.

Not once, accidentally, while asking where the restroom was.

Eight times.

PARLIAMENT: Was your trip about vaccines?

KENNEDY: Absolutely not.

PARLIAMENT: Here’s your letter about vaccines.

KENNEDY: Correct.

PARLIAMENT: You mention vaccines eight times.

KENNEDY: Indeed.

PARLIAMENT: And propose studying the MMR vaccine.

KENNEDY: Precisely.

PARLIAMENT: So the trip concerned vaccines?

KENNEDY: Good heavens, no.

PARLIAMENT: What would constitute a vaccine-related trip?

KENNEDY: Nine mentions.

Nobody Expects the Advisory Committee!

For generations, Americans could reasonably assume that CDC recommendations emerged from epidemiologists, infectious-disease specialists, pediatricians, statisticians and enormous piles of painfully dull evidence.

Boring was the feature.

You don’t want your bridge engineer to be fascinating.

You want him to be extremely boring and unusually interested in load-bearing calculations.

You certainly don’t want him livestreaming from the bridge explaining that gravity may be a pharmaceutical conspiracy.

The same principle applies to the people deciding whether your grandchild should receive a vaccine.

Public health ought to be among the dullest institutions in Washington.

Instead, it has become must-see television.

The Joke Stops Being Funny

Government health agencies deserve scrutiny. CDC, NIH and FDA have made mistakes. Scientists should be challenged. Data should be examined. Experts should explain themselves.

But skepticism is not reflexive disbelief.

A state’s classification of a death can legitimately be questioned.

Federal scientists can reasonably ask for more information.

What they shouldn’t do is convert scientific uncertainty into insinuation.

“We haven’t established causation” is science.

“Maybe they fabricated the deaths” is something else entirely.

And that distinction matters because public health depends upon something no laboratory can manufacture:

credibility.

Once government health institutions spend that credibility, getting it back is considerably harder than eradicating measles was in the first place.

Perhaps CDC should simply update its dashboard:

Measles-associated death

Death under federal review

Federally confirmed measles death

Death pending interagency vibes

Mostly dead

Resting

Pining for the fjords

Nailed to the epidemiological perch

And somewhere in Atlanta, an exhausted career epidemiologist closes the office door, pours another cup of coffee and whispers:

“This is an ex-public-health agency.”

The underlying science isn’t terribly mysterious.

Measles is real.

It can be dangerous.

Vaccination dramatically reduces the risk.

Deaths deserve careful investigation.

And extraordinary accusations deserve extraordinary evidence.

None of this should be partisan.

It shouldn’t even be exciting.

Public health should be competent, transparent and almost painfully dull.

Bring back boring.

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Pedaling Through Life

I can still picture it.

It was bright red, with white handlebars and fat black tires. My first tricycle. It probably didn’t cost much, but to a four-year-old growing up in Whitestone, Queens, it was freedom painted crimson.

Then came my first “real” bicycle—a Huffy.

It wasn’t a Schwinn.

Back then, Schwinn was the Cadillac of bicycles. Every kid wanted one. My family couldn’t afford it, and at the time I noticed. Looking back now, I realize something more important: my Huffy took me everywhere a Schwinn would have. Childhood doesn’t care what badge is on the frame.

Like every aspiring cyclist, I began with training wheels, rocking awkwardly from side to side, convinced I was riding while those little wheels quietly prevented disaster.

My father would jog beside me, one hand steadying the seat while I pedaled with all my might. One day the training wheels were gone, and so was his hand. I didn’t realize he had let go until I looked back and saw him smiling from halfway down the block.

I was riding.

“I’m a man,” I probably thought, despite being about seven years old.

The greatest expedition of my young life followed soon afterward.

I pedaled completely around our block in Whitestone by myself. By today’s standards it was only a few city streets. To me, it was Magellan circumnavigating the globe. The world had suddenly become larger—and somehow more reachable.

Soon my bicycle became transportation, independence, and social network all rolled into one.

My friends and I rode to the neighborhood candy store to see whether the newest Superman comic had arrived. We clipped baseball cards into our spokes to imitate motorcycle engines. Second string players became willing sacrifices.

But Mickey Mantle?

Never.

Even a kid knew there were some things too valuable to destroy.

As the years passed, bicycles became less about neighborhoods and more about horizons.

Friends talked me into riding the Tecate-to-Ensenada ride in Mexico. By the finish my quadriceps were staging a revolt, but the long descent toward the coast made every painful pedal stroke worthwhile. Recovery, naturally, occurred at Señor Frog’s with a well-earned cerveza that tasted suspiciously like modern sports medicine.

Years later I found myself riding along California’s Highway 1 through Del Mar and Santa Barbara. My cycling nutrition was elegantly simple: a granola bar, a Mountain Dew, and youthful confidence that somehow everything would work out.

Then came one of life’s greatest pleasures—watching my own sons discover the same freedom that a bicycle had given me decades earlier. My older son chose independence over convenience, pedaling uphill to high school each morning while the school bus rolled past. The climb built stronger legs, but I suspect it also built character. My younger son learned under somewhat more memorable circumstances. His classroom was a narrow paved trail through the Everglades, bordered on both sides by alligator-infested water. There was little room for wobbling, no luxury of wide-open grassy fields. He learned to ride straight as an arrow, with remarkable focus and determination. Looking back, I sometimes wonder whether the alligators were simply excellent cycling instructors. Fortunately, they never had to give a practical demonstration.

Forty years after those California rides, I found myself cycling again—this time with Backroads through Spain and Portugal.

The bicycle had evolved.

So had I.

Gone was the heavy steel frame, replaced by a featherweight titanium e-bike whose discreet battery quietly compensated for muscles that no longer recovered overnight.

Gone were the convenience-store snacks.

Now lunch featured local cheeses, smoked salmon, crusty bread dipped in peppery olive oil, remarkable wines, and leisurely conversations overlooking vineyards that had been producing grapes for centuries.

The scenery had changed from suburban Queens to medieval villages.

The engine had changed from youthful legs to lithium-ion batteries.

But the feeling was exactly the same.

Freedom.

There’s something poetic about the evolution of the bicycle itself.

From the towering, precarious Penny-farthing—with its enormous front wheel daring riders to pitch headfirst onto cobblestones—to today’s marvels of titanium and carbon fiber, hydraulic disc brakes, electronic shifting, and electric assist, every generation has made cycling lighter, safer, faster, and more accessible. The bicycle may be one of humanity’s most beautifully refined inventions—an elegant machine that has continuously improved without ever losing its essential simplicity.

It even helped launch another revolution.

Before they conquered the skies, Orville and Wilbur Wright owned and operated a bicycle shop in Dayton, Ohio. Building and repairing bicycles taught them precision machining, balance, lightweight construction, and steering dynamics—the very skills that ultimately allowed them to solve the problem of human flight. It seems fitting that humanity learned to balance on two wheels before learning to soar on two wings.

As I look back, I realize bicycles have quietly marked every chapter of my life.

They taught me balance before I understood the word.

They gave me independence before I had a driver’s license.

They carried me toward friendships, adventures, and discoveries that still make me smile decades later.

They became a bridge between generations, carrying first a little boy around a block in Whitestone, then a young man across Mexico and California, then my own sons toward their independence, and finally an aging physician through the vineyards and ancient villages of Europe.

Today, with a little help from modern technology—and an electric motor wise enough to ignore my birth certificate—I continue to pedal.

Not as fast.

Not as far under my own power.

But perhaps with greater appreciation.

The bicycle has never really been about getting from one place to another.

It has always been about freedom, curiosity, and the quiet joy of discovering what lies around the next bend.

For nearly eight decades, it has carried me through life.

And I’m not finished riding yet.

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Lessons from Lisbon, Madrid and Madison Square Garden

What Makes a Civilization Great?

What the Knicks and the Iberian Peninsula Teach About Greatness

As I watched the New York Knicks march toward a championship, I found myself thinking less about basketball and more about history.
Championships are often explained through the mythology of the superstar. We celebrate the dominant scorer, the transcendent athlete, the singular genius who carries everyone else to glory.
Yet the Knicks offered a different lesson.
Jalen Brunson was unquestionably their leader, but this was not a one-man team. Their success depended on relationships forged years earlier at Villanova. These were players who trusted one another instinctively, who understood where teammates would be before they arrived, and who were willing to sacrifice statistics, shots, and even money for a larger goal.
Brunson famously left substantial money on the table to help the organization assemble a deeper roster. In a professional sports world often defined by maximizing individual gain, he chose collective success.
The result was not merely a winning team. It was a cooperative enterprise. And history suggests that great civilizations are built the exact same way.

The Chemistry of Convivencia

During our recent trip through Spain and Portugal, I was struck by how often the story of Iberian greatness was actually a story of collaboration among very different peoples.
Long before the Inquisition, the Iberian Peninsula became the world’s vibrant center of learning. This didn’t happen because one culture triumphed over another, but because multiple cultures interacted in a unique ecosystem of coexistence, or Convivencia.

  • Romans contributed law, infrastructure, and language.
  • Muslim scholars brought radical advances in mathematics, navigation, and agriculture while preserving Greek philosophy.
  • Christian kingdoms eventually provided the political framework that inherited this vast reservoir of knowledge.
    But it was the region’s Jewish scholars and statesmen who often served as the vital connective tissue—the ultimate “glue guys” of the Mediterranean world—functioning as the translators, diplomats, scientists, and financial administrators who made the system run.

Hasdai ibn Shaprut (c. 915–970): The Ultimate Catalyst In the Golden Age of Córdoba, Ibn Shaprut served as a physician, translator, and foreign minister to the Caliph. He utilized his multi-linguistic mastery to translate the famous medical texts of Dioscorides into Arabic, establishing Iberia as Europe’s medical capital. As a diplomat, he negotiated complex alliances between Muslim rulers and Christian monarchs, proving that intellectual and political synthesis was the true engine of Iberian prosperity.

The Knowledge Enablers

When we look closer at the Golden Age of Spain and Portugal, the intellectual peaks were achieved not through isolation, but through an intentional exchange of ideas.
Consider Moses Maimonides (1138–1204), born in Córdoba. While globally revered as a towering rabbi and philosopher, Maimonides was also a brilliant physician who wrote extensively on hygiene, pharmacology, and psychology. His philosophical masterpiece, The Guide for the Perplexed, sought to harmonize Aristotelian science with divine revelation. His works were eagerly read not just by Jews, but by Christian thinkers like Thomas Aquinas and Muslim scholars alike, fueling the intellectual fire of the entire continent.
This collaboration yielded practical, world-changing technology. The famous translation schools of Toledo transformed Europe by turning ancient Greek and Arabic texts into Latin. Suddenly, Aristotle, Galen, and Ptolemy were available to a continent hungry for knowledge.
When it came to the Age of Exploration, Portugal’s maritime empire was literally guided by Jewish science:

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   [The Perpetual Almanac] (Abraham Zacuto)
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  [Global Maritime Exploration]

The legendary astronomer and mathematician Abraham Zacuto (1452–1515) revolutionized navigation. His life’s work, The Perpetual Almanac, alongside his improvements to the copper astrolabe, allowed sailors to determine their latitude at sea using the sun rather than the stars.
Without Zacuto’s calculations and personal consultations, there might have been no Vasco da Gama reaching India, no Pedro Álvares Cabral reaching Brazil, and no Portuguese trading empire stretching from Africa to Asia.
The remarkable achievements of Spain and Portugal were not products of isolation. They were products of connection.

The Cost of Exclusion

Yet history also reveals how fragile such success can be. Beginning in the late fifteenth century, Spain and Portugal gradually abandoned the very conditions that had fueled their rise.
The expulsion of the Jews in 1492 systematically removed the most educated, skilled, and commercially connected citizens from the peninsula. Abraham Zacuto himself was forced to flee to Lisbon, and later Tunis, taking his brilliant mind away from the Iberian sphere.
This purge of human capital soon stretched from the cities to the fields. In the 1520s, the Spanish Crown banned Islam entirely, forcing the remaining Moorish population to convert or flee. These Morisco communities comprised the foundational backbone of Spain’s agricultural sector. For generations, they had engineered and maintained highly sophisticated, intricate systems of irrigation, terracing, and water management that kept the arid landscapes of Valencia and Andalusia incredibly fertile.
When this specialized expertise was systematically uprooted and driven out, the consequences were immediate and devastating. The complex canal networks fell into disrepair, agricultural productivity plummeted, and once-abundant yields dropped dramatically. Spain quickly found that you cannot exile your primary food producers without paying a severe price; as the agricultural infrastructure collapsed, localized famines began to creep across the countryside.

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             [Creeping Famine and Depopulation]

At the exact same time, enormous quantities of silver were flowing into Spain and Portugal from the Americas. Instead of stimulating innovation, this easy wealth reduced incentives to develop domestic industry or rebuild the shattered farming sector. The broad lesson remains: easy wealth can quickly become a substitute for creativity.
Meanwhile, nations such as the Netherlands and Great Britain adopted the exact playbook that had once made Iberia successful. They welcomed displaced Jewish merchants and skilled laborers, encouraged innovation, expanded scientific inquiry, and developed institutions that rewarded enterprise.
Leadership shifted. The world’s center of gravity moved northward.

The Contemporary Question

History does not repeat itself exactly, but it often rhymes.
Today, the United States remains the most innovative nation on earth. Our universities attract talented students from every continent. Our laboratories lead scientific discovery. Our entrepreneurs continue to create technologies that reshape the world.
But these strengths depend on openness.
Scientific progress thrives on collaboration. Medical breakthroughs emerge from international networks of researchers. Innovation accelerates when people with different experiences, perspectives, and skills work together toward common goals.
When nations become fearful of outsiders, suspicious of rigorous inquiry, or hostile to global intellectual exchange, they risk weakening the very forces that created their success.
The lesson of the Knicks is surprisingly similar to the lesson of pre-Inquisition Iberia. Greatness is rarely the product of a single star, or a single insular culture.
Whether in basketball, science, business, or civilization itself, success emerges from cooperation. The most successful teams are not always the ones with the highest raw talent; they are the ones that best combine talent, trust, shared purpose, and a willingness to sacrifice individual advantage for collective achievement.
Civilizations are no different.
The question facing every great nation is whether it will continue attracting talent, embracing knowledge, and building institutions that encourage cooperation—or whether it will retreat into exclusion and self-congratulation.
The Knicks answered that question on the basketball court. History answered it centuries ago.
The question now is whether we are paying attention.

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What Hawkeye Taught Me About Hantavirus

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In the first two years of medical school at the Keck School of Medicine of USC, Monday nights had a ritual quality.

A group of us would gather in the medical school library to watch M*A*S*H. We laughed at Hawkeye, rolled our eyes at Frank Burns, admired Colonel Potter, and quoted Radar. But somewhere between the wisecracks and the operating room scenes, many of us were quietly learning medicine.

And not bad medicine, either.

One episode stayed with me for decades.

It involved Korean Hemorrhagic Fever — what we now recognize as a hantavirus-related illness. The episode, “Mr. and Mrs. Who?”, aired in the 1970’s. While the comic storyline involved Charles Winchester accidentally acquiring a wife during a drunken Tokyo weekend, the real medical drama centered around soldiers developing a mysterious hemorrhagic fever with renal failure.  

The physicians at the 4077th struggled with fluid management, shock, electrolyte abnormalities, and kidney failure. The disease had phases. Patients deteriorated suddenly. There was debate over hypertonic saline and rigid military directives. Nobody fully understood the illness.

That uncertainty was historically accurate.

During the Korean War, thousands of United Nations soldiers developed what was then called Korean Hemorrhagic Fever. The actual causative virus — Hantaan virus — was not identified until 1978, years after the war itself.  

And there I was, a medical student in Los Angeles, absorbing it through television.

What made M*A*S*H different from most medical dramas was its obsession with getting the medicine right. The show’s legendary medical consultant, Dr. Walter Dishell, insisted on realism in the scripts and operating room details. The medicine mattered. The diseases mattered. The patients mattered.

Even the setting mattered to us at USC.

Our lecture hall carried the name of Louis B. Mayer, the Hollywood studio mogul. There was always an odd but unmistakable connection between medicine and storytelling at USC. Hollywood was only a few miles away, and somehow that intersection produced a generation of physicians who learned not just from textbooks and rounds, but from carefully crafted television.

Years later, the lesson resurfaced.

In 1993 came the Sin Nombre hantavirus outbreak in the American Southwest — the “Four Corners” outbreak. Young healthy people suddenly developed pulmonary failure after exposure to aerosolized rodent droppings. Physicians scrambled to identify a mysterious pathogen. The disease entered the public consciousness almost overnight.

And somewhere in the back of my mind was Hawkeye Pierce talking about hemorrhagic fever.

Then recently came the widely publicized death of the wife of Gene Hackman, reportedly linked to hantavirus exposure, followed by news reports involving suspected hantavirus illness on a cruise ship. Suddenly the terminology sounded familiar again — not because I had recently reviewed infectious disease journals, but because of a television episode I watched over fifty years ago in medical school.

That is the extraordinary thing about narrative medicine and visual memory.

I may not remember every Krebs cycle intermediate from 1975, but I vividly remember Hawkeye and B.J. debating fluid management for hemorrhagic fever patients.

Television, at its best, creates durable memory pathways. It attaches medical facts to emotion, humor, fear, and character. We remember stories better than lists.

Medical education now talks endlessly about “multimedia learning.” We had it already. It simply starred Alan Alda.

And perhaps that is why Alan Alda deserves a little credit from an entire generation of physicians.

He made medicine human.

He made curiosity admirable.

And without realizing it, he may have helped many of us remember a rare infectious disease long enough to recognize it decades later when it re-entered the news cycle.

Not bad for a Monday night in the library.

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What Makes Us Human: Cooperation, Knowledge, and the Will to Survive

In the vast story of life on Earth, humans are primates—but not just any primates. We don’t outmatch our cousins in strength, speed, or sharp claws. What sets us apart is something subtler and far more powerful: the ability to learn from one another, to share knowledge, and to cooperate. That’s what has allowed us to inhabit virtually every environment on the planet—from sun-scorched deserts to icy tundra, from megacities to rainforests.

I was reminded of this truth in the most unexpected place: traveling to Southwestern Uganda and standing mere feet from a 400-pound silverback gorilla in Bwindi Impenetrable Forest. His species split from our evolutionary lineage roughly eight million years ago. The mountain gorillas have remained in the forest, perfectly suited to a single ecological niche. We, by contrast, left the trees behind—and never stopped moving.

But what enabled that journey wasn’t just intelligence. Intelligence without connection doesn’t scale. The secret to our success is shared wisdom.

History offers a cautionary tale. In 1861, the British explorers Burke and Wills attempted to cross the Australian continent from south to north. They dismissed the hard-won survival knowledge of Aboriginal Australians, particularly around the preparation of nardoo seeds. Eaten raw, nardoo contains thiaminase, an enzyme that destroys vitamin B1. The explorers suffered and died of beri-beri—not because survival knowledge was unavailable, but because they refused to accept it. Ignorance wasn’t fatal—arrogance was.

Now contrast that with our modern trek through East Africa—an exercise in cooperative survival:

• Medicine as shared defense: Vaccinations against yellow fever, permethrin-treated clothes, Malarone tablets, and a discreet cache of Imodium. All forged through centuries of global collaboration in labs and clinics.

• Engineering on four wheels: Our Toyota Land Cruisers tackled cratered dirt roads like lunar rovers. A tribute to mechanical ingenuity, tire durability, and suspension systems that earned their pay.

• Linguistic diplomacy: Our guide—part biologist, part gorilla whisperer—spoke in deep, rumbling grunts to soothe a nearby silverback. When you’re five feet from a primate that could turn you into a protein shake, fluency in Silverbackese is a highly valued skill.

• Microbial truce via refrigeration: Cold milk, safe cheese, and preserved fruit—unsung heroes in the war against gastrointestinal mutiny.

• Batwa porters, forest-born navigators: Descendants of Bwindi’s original inhabitants, the Batwa led us with quiet confidence. They knew every slippery root, every hidden turn, every slope disguised as flat ground. Without them, we might still be in the forest, tangled in vines and excuses.

• Security with edge: Kalashnikovs swung from the shoulders of armed guards like grim fashion statements. Their presence reminded us that peace, here, is maintained—not assumed. Just across the border lies Congo, and with it, a long shadow of past conflict. In Bwindi, tranquility often travels with a trigger finger.

The mountain gorillas remain tied to one patch of Earth, thriving in their ancient rhythm. We humans ventured far because we learned to listen—to guides, to science, to experience, and sometimes, finally, to each other.

We are primates. But we are the cooperative primates. The ones who teach, imitate, argue, share, and adapt.

And that—more than any tool or gene—has made us human.

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Lessons from Puerperal Fever: Trust in Science Matters

The COVID-19 pandemic and its aftermath eroded public trust in public health policies and institutional medicine. In their place, shamans, discredited pseudo-experts, and individuals without medical credentials have gained prominence, amplified by the reach of social media. Robert Kennedy Jr., a prominent anti-vaccine advocate, is positioned as a potential candidate for Cabinet Secretary of Health. History provides stark warnings about the dangers of rejecting sound scientific principles and the profound impact this can have on a nation’s health.

Puerperal fever, or childbed fever, was one of the leading causes of maternal death in the 18th and 19th centuries, claiming the lives of women shortly after childbirth. The tragedy of its widespread occurrence lies in the fact that the solution—basic hygiene—was discovered yet resisted by the medical establishment and society for decades. Two pivotal figures, Ignaz Semmelweis and Oliver Wendell Holmes, made significant contributions to combating this deadly condition, yet both faced resistance from a system unwilling to change.

Ignaz Semmelweis: The Savior of Mothers

In the mid-19th century, Ignaz Semmelweis was a Hungarian physician working at the Vienna General Hospital, which had two maternity clinics. He noticed a striking discrepancy: one clinic, staffed by physicians and medical students, had a much higher mortality rate from puerperal fever than the other, which was staffed by midwives.

Semmelweis hypothesized that physicians, who often conducted autopsies before delivering babies, were transferring infectious material to patients. In 1847, he introduced the practice of handwashing with chlorinated lime, which dramatically reduced mortality rates—from nearly 18% to less than 1%.

Despite his compelling results, Semmelweis faced intense opposition. The medical community, entrenched in tradition and resistant to criticism, dismissed his findings. Many doctors were insulted by the implication that their practices were contributing to patient deaths. In addition Hungary’s struggle for independence and its opposition to Habsburg rule in the mid-19th century created a sociopolitical backdrop that indirectly hindered the adoption of the hygienic practices advocated by Ignaz Semmelweis. Several factors contributed to this dynamic:

1. Political Turmoil and Distrust

  • The Hungarian Revolution of 1848–49 against Habsburg domination and the subsequent suppression by Austrian forces created widespread political instability. In such an environment, scientific advancements were often overshadowed by nationalistic and political concerns.
  • Semmelweis, though Hungarian, worked in Vienna under the Habsburg monarchy. This affiliation may have complicated the acceptance of his ideas in Hungary, where anything associated with Habsburg rule was met with skepticism.

2. Resource Constraints

  • The aftermath of the revolution left Hungary economically weakened and socially disorganized. Hospitals and medical institutions, already limited in resources, struggled to implement new practices that required infrastructure and consistent training, such as handwashing with chlorinated lime.

 Semmelweis’s inability to articulate his findings diplomatically, coupled with his increasingly combative demeanor, further alienated him from his peers. Tragically, he was institutionalized and died in 1865, long before his hand washing protocols gained acceptance.

Oliver Wendell Holmes: A Parallel in the United States

Around the same time, American physician Oliver Wendell Holmes was independently addressing puerperal fever. In 1843, he published “The Contagiousness of Puerperal Fever,” in which he argued that the disease was infectious and could be transmitted by physicians and nurses. Holmes emphasized the importance of hygiene and the need for strict protocols to prevent the spread of infection.

Holmes’s work was met with similar resistance. Many physicians rejected the idea that they could be responsible for spreading disease. Some accused him of undermining the reputation of the medical profession. Nevertheless, Holmes persisted, advocating for systemic changes that eventually influenced medical practices in the United States.

The Tragic Cost of Resistance

The refusal to accept Semmelweis’s and Holmes’s findings delayed the adoption of antiseptic techniques, leading to countless preventable deaths. Their experiences highlight a recurring theme in medical history: progress is often hindered by the reluctance of entrenched systems to embrace new ideas, especially when those ideas challenge the status quo.

Lessons for Modern Health Leadership

The story of puerperal fever, Semmelweis and Holmes  is a stark reminder of the cost of ignoring science. Today’s health crises—whether pandemics, chronic disease management, or antibiotic resistance—demand informed, expert leadership. When science is sidelined, history tells us lives are lost.

The U.S. must learn from the mistakes of the past and ensure that those tasked with safeguarding public health possess the qualifications and humility to respect evidence, embrace change, and prioritize the well-being of the population over personal or political agendas. Let’s not allow history to repeat itself.

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 From Venom to Vitality—The Remarkable Story of GLP-1 Agonists 

Medical breakthroughs often emerge from unexpected sources, but few are as extraordinary as the discovery of GLP-1 agonists, compounds derived from the venom of the Gila monster. These molecules have revolutionized the treatment of diabetes and obesity, offering patients life-changing therapies like semaglutide and tirzepatide. With 75% of adults and 50% of teens classified as overweight or obese, these medications hold significant potential to impact public health outcomes.

As a gastroenterologist, I’m profoundly inspired by the journey that led to this discovery. It’s a story of curiosity, collaboration, and the transformative power of nature. It also underscores the critical importance of exploring venomous species for medical research and utilizing advanced techniques like chromatography to uncover therapeutic compounds.  

The Gila Monster: A Surprising Source of Healing  

Native to the deserts of the American Southwest, the Gila monster is a slow-moving, venomous lizard known for its tenacious bite. While its venom evolved as a defense mechanism, scientists saw potential beyond its lethality. The venom contains exendin-4, a compound remarkably similar to GLP-1, a gut hormone that regulates blood sugar and appetite.  

GLP-1 plays a central role in metabolism, signaling the pancreas to release insulin and the brain to reduce hunger. This discovery was a turning point. By isolating and modifying the Gila monster’s exendin-4, researchers created the first GLP-1 receptor agonist, exenatide, paving the way for more advanced therapies like semaglutide and tirzepatide.  

Chromatography: Unlocking Nature’s Secrets  

The breakthrough required cutting-edge technology and meticulous research. Chromatography, a technique used to separate complex mixtures, was instrumental in analyzing the venom. Despite working with minuscule samples, scientists isolated and identified exendin-4 among a multitude of bioactive compounds.  

This success highlights the power of chromatography in venom research, enabling scientists to uncover molecules with potential therapeutic benefits. It also demonstrates how even the smallest discoveries in nature can lead to monumental advances in medicine.  

Collaboration: The Key to Progress  

The discovery of GLP-1 agonists was a collaborative effort, bringing together experts in endocrinology, pharmacology, and gastroenterology. The interdisciplinary approach allowed the team to connect the dots between a venomous lizard and the human gut’s metabolic pathways.  

This kind of collaboration is essential for modern medical research. By combining knowledge from diverse fields, we can tackle complex problems and open new frontiers in treatment.  

The Value of Venom in Medicine  

Venomous species, from snakes to scorpions to marine snails, are increasingly recognized as treasure troves of medicinal compounds. Their venoms contain molecules finely tuned by evolution to target specific biological pathways—making them ideal candidates for drug development.  

The Gila monster’s role in modern medicine is a testament to the untapped potential of venomous species. It reinforces the need to protect biodiversity and invest in research that explores the medical applications of venom.

A Florida Perspective

As a retired gastroenterologist in Florida, I now spend more time dodging iguanas and geckos on the golf course than in the lab. Still, the allure of discovery lingers. I sometimes joke that I should stash an Erlenmeyer flask and a portable liquid chromatograph in my golf bag—just in case I stumble upon the next venomous breakthrough mid-round. Who knows? A particularly curious reptile encounter might even inspire an NIH grant application. Florida’s ecosystem is a constant reminder of the untapped potential in the natural world, from the fairways to the mangroves.

Conclusion  

The story of GLP-1 agonists is more than a medical milestone—it’s a reminder of the importance of curiosity and collaboration. It challenges us to look beyond the surface and explore the natural world with an open mind, knowing that the next breakthrough could come from the most unlikely source.  

By harnessing the power of venom and embracing the wonders of nature, we’re not just advancing medicine; we’re honoring the interconnectedness of life itself. And as a gastroenterologist, I’m proud to celebrate the scientific ingenuity that transformed a venomous lizard into a symbol of hope and healing.  

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The Hidden Threat to Democracy: How Presidential Health Can Shape World History

The cognitive health of a nation’s leader can have far-reaching consequences that extend beyond their term in office. A striking example of this is the case of President Woodrow Wilson, whose impairment during crucial post-World War I negotiations may have indirectly contributed to the conditions that led to World War II.

In 1918, Wilson contracted influenza during the global pandemic. This illness, coupled with a severe stroke in October 1919, left him significantly impaired during the final year of his presidency[1]. This period coincided with critical negotiations for the Treaty of Versailles, which would shape the post-war world order.

Wilson’s diminished capacity meant he was unable to effectively advocate for his “Fourteen Points” plan, which aimed for a more balanced peace[2]. Instead, harsher terms were imposed on Germany, creating economic hardship and national resentment that would later be exploited by extremist political movements[3].

The consequences of these decisions were catastrophic. World War II resulted in an estimated 70-85 million deaths worldwide[4], a scale of loss that might have been preventable had the post-WWI peace process been handled differently.

This historical example underscores the critical importance of a president’s cognitive function. Executive functions such as decision-making, problem-solving, and communication are essential for effective leadership, particularly in times of crisis or complex international negotiations[5].

One aspect of cognitive function that plays a crucial role in leadership is prosody – the rhythm, stress, and intonation of speech. Prosody is not merely about eloquence; it significantly impacts how messages are received and interpreted. Research has shown that prosodic features of speech can influence listeners’ comprehension, emotional response, and even decision-making[6].

In the context of presidential communication, prosody can affect a leader’s ability to motivate a nation, provide hope in times of crisis, and effectively convey complex policy decisions. Presidents who have been noted for their strong oratorical skills, such as Franklin D. Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy, used prosody effectively to rally public support and communicate their vision[7].

The implications of this are significant for the democratic process. When electing a president, voters are not just choosing a set of policies, but also a communicator-in-chief who must be able to lead effectively in times of national and global crisis. The cognitive health of candidates should be a key consideration in the electoral process.

It’s important to note that cognitive health is a complex issue influenced by many factors, and simplistic or discriminatory approaches should be avoided. However, given the potential long-term consequences of presidential decision-making, it is crucial that voters have accurate information about candidates’ cognitive capabilities and that robust systems are in place to ensure continuity of effective governance under all circumstances.

[1] Cooper, J. M. (2009). Woodrow Wilson: A Biography. Knopf.
[2] MacMillan, M. (2001). Paris 1919: Six Months That Changed the World. Random House.
[3] Keynes, J. M. (1920). The Economic Consequences of the Peace. Harcourt, Brace and Howe.
[4] Weinberg, G. L. (2005). A World at Arms: A Global History of World War II. Cambridge University Press.
[5] Goldstein, K. (2015). The Executive Brain: Frontal Lobes and the Civilized Mind. Oxford University Press.
[6] Scherer, K. R., & Bänziger, T. (2004). Emotional Expression in Prosody: A Review and an Agenda for Future Research. Speech Communication, 46(1-2), 180-203.
[7] Leanne, S. (2016). Say It Like Obama and Win!: The Power of Speaking with Purpose and Vision. McGraw Hill Professional.

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Political Theatre turns into a Monty Python Skit

In the latest episode of political theatre, President Biden’s debate performance was deeply concerning. His responses were not merely gaffes but signs of potential cognitive decline. Speaking in a low volume, with a monotone delivery, semantic errors, and tangential content, he seemed far removed from the sharp, decisive leader we expect in a Chief Executive.

It is troubling that his closest allies dismissed this as just a “bad night.” This situation is reminiscent of Monty Python’s Black Knight, who, after losing all his limbs after a duel with King Arthur, insists it is “only a flesh wound.” Such deflection ignores the serious implications of what we witnessed.

While I am not a neurologist, but just a humble retired GI doc, I have observed patients and family with neurologic symptoms and signs, taught mental status exams  for 5 years to  medical students and watched 10 seasons of ER. While watching the debate, terms like “abnormal prosody” and “paraphrasing errors” came to mind.. Coupled with a noticeably slowed, narrow gait, vascular Parkinson’s disease may be the disease process we are witnessing. This can mimic neurodegenerative disorders and  often follows a progressive course.

The stakes are too high to ignore these signs. Ensuring that the most powerful position in the world is held by someone who is neurologically and psychologically sound is not just a matter of political strategy—it is a matter of national and global security. If we are to avoid potential tragedy, we must confront these issues with the seriousness they deserve.

The recent debate should prompt a thorough and transparent evaluation of President Biden’s capacity to fulfill the demands of his office. Anything less risks dooming not just our nation, but the world, to the consequences of impaired leadership. The time for empathy and decisive action is now, for the sake of all our futures.

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Use It or Lose It: Keeping Your Youthful Gait

Ah, behold the epic saga of my grandson’s adventure into bipedal glory! With all the charm of a circus performer in training, he struts his stuff at a mere 1 ½  years old. From daring steps to mind-boggling acrobatics, he’s the superstar of our grandparent galaxy. We bask in the glory of his feats, as if his milestones were gold medals, and we’re the proud fan club on the sidelines, waving oversized foam fingers.

But wait, as the years stack up like pancakes, so do the struggles at the other end of life’s conveyor belt. Enter the geriatric experience – where once-easy skills now play hide and seek with our memories. Picture me, preparing to enlighten some young medical students about the art of “falls in the elderly.” Little did I know, my own walking escapades would become the star of the show.

“Decreased proprioception,” I declaimed, feeling quite the wise sage. “Ankles that flex like uncooperative door hinges and a big toe clearance that screams ‘trip me if you dare’.” But that wasn’t the end of my aging acrobatics; oh no, there’s more. Numbness, tingling, and muscles that have taken a sabbatical joined the party, making sure my gait resembled a comedy skit more than a dignified strut.

Still, I fancied myself quite the septuagenarian athlete. Treadmill trekking, skiing (albeit a bit more ‘controlled falling’ these days), hiking, and golfing – I had a fitness arsenal that could make even a personal trainer raise an eyebrow. Then came the showdown in the Utah golfing arena. Another septuagenarian, a golfing legend in his own right, launched a golf ball into the stratosphere while mine stuttered like a reluctant rocket. My ball decided to take a scenic route through rocks and pine trees, like it was on a woodland adventure.

“Lost ball,” I mumbled in defeat, dropping another on the fairway. But behold, my fellow septuagenarian turned out to be a real-life action hero. With the agility of a mountain goat and the fearlessness of a squirrel on caffeine, he bounded up the hill, leaping over boulders and obstacles with the grace of a ballet dancer. “How do you stay so spry?” I gasped, amazed. His answer? A casual, “Oh, just thirty years on the search and rescue team in Salt Lake City.” In other words, decades of extreme skiing, hiking to the moon (or at least 10,000 feet), and kayaking through rapids that could give a roller coaster a run for its money.

Ah, let’s talk about the great divide in our mastery levels – I, the illustrious explorer of New York City sidewalks and conqueror of Florida bar stool acrobatics, and he, the daring daredevil of Wasatch Mountain’s icy slopes and altitude-extraordinaire. It’s like comparing a slightly mischievous squirrel to a high-altitude superhero with extra red blood cells for added oomph. Yes, I was grounded at sea level, while he practically lived in the clouds.

So, the big question arose – could practicing the fine art of pedestrianism in quirky situations bring back the glory days? Armed with my trusty hiking poles, I embarked on an epic quest: the Stewart Cascade Trail in Sundance, Utah. A mere 3 ½ miles, you say? A paltry 617-foot elevation gain? Well, let me regale you with tales of fallen Norway Spruce that wanted to trip me, streams that seemed to play tag with my feet, and mud that had a vendetta. Each step was a calculated gamble – like a dance with destiny. Will the limestone rock be a solid partner, can my hip flexors outsmart this tree branch’s sneak attack, should I leap like a gazelle or wade like a water buffalo through that stream?

Three hours later, I emerged – battered, not broken, weary as a sloth on a Monday morning, and feeling like a 21st-century version of Kit Carson (minus the wild frontier, plus the determination to conquer nature’s hurdles). And guess what? A few more trails later, I discovered that maneuvering stairs, sauntering on sidewalks, and even the most mundane urban escapades were suddenly a breeze. I had transformed from pavement pauper to sidewalk swashbuckler!

So here’s the grand revelation: practice, my friends, is the enchanted elixir of youth. Venture to the mountains, ponder each step like it’s a piece of a grand puzzle, and who knows? Someday you might just be the sprightly counterpart to your gravity-defying grandson. Until then, let the sidewalks tremble at the approach of your rejuvenated footsteps!