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Zealandia?

Sometimes things are not as they seem and we see, as the biblical Paul wrote, ‘through a glass darkly’. Sometimes there is more than meets the eye; it is what makes the world so interesting. Maybe it’s why we wrap gifts –or give them, for that matter. They are such stuff as dreams are made on…

I have always loved New Zealand; to me, it is a gift, and so is what I’ve recently learned about its origins. To think that Aotearoa –the land of the long white cloud- is more than the ribbon I can see today, more than the Maori seafarers could see even a thousand years ago when they first arrived, is astonishing, and not a little intriguing. An article in the Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/feb/17/zealandia-pieces-finally-falling-together-for-long-overlooked-continent?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other) reports on a paper published in GSA Today -the journal of the Geological Society of America: ‘Zealandia covers nearly 5m square km, of which 94% is under water, and encompasses not only New Zealand but also New Caledonia, Norfolk Island, the Lord Howe Island group and Elizabeth and Middleton reefs. The area, about the same size as the Indian subcontinent, is believed to have broken away from Gondwana – the immense landmass that once encompassed Australia – and sank between 60m and 85m years ago.’

Of course, even with satellite-derived bathymetric data, it’s hard to appreciate. And the skeptics, largely silent in their apathy, still sit in the shadows wondering what difference knowing  this  makes. After all, it’s almost all underwater, some of it way underwater –one edge of it ‘can be placed where the oceanic abyssal plains meet the base of the continental slope, at water depths between 2500 and 4000 m below sea level.’ http://www.geosociety.org/gsatoday/archive/27/3/article/GSATG321A.1.htm Would we be any the worse, the unimpressed might argue, if this remained undetected? Would the ignorance handicap us in some way? Any way…?

In the conclusion to the paper, the authors assert that: ‘As well as being the seventh largest geological continent Zealandia is the youngest, thinnest, and most submerged. The scientific value of classifying Zealandia as a continent is much more than just an extra name on a list. That a continent can be so submerged yet unfragmented makes it a useful and thought-provoking geodynamic end member in exploring the cohesion and breakup of continental crust.’ But it seems to me that questioning the value of this discovery misses the point entirely. Misses, perhaps, the point of gifts and the wrapping in which they are concealed.

Although I am now retired, I am reminded of something that happened late in my career as a gynaecologist and which continues to intrigue me. It makes me wonder just how many other assumptions limit our vision…

Sometimes in medicine, we feel the need to step back from the fray, to attempt an objectivity denied to those whom we treat. It allows us, we explain, to adopt another, more reasoned perspective -one which is unadulterated by their pain and emotion. ‘A thought which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom’ as Hamlet said.

And yet, looking out from the forest of my age, I realize that sometimes people don’t want to be treated as patients, but as people. Fellow travelers. What they want is a knowledgeable friend, not a textbook to which they can turn. One has to learn to gauge the needs…

Jean was not a new patient, but her visits were erratic and unpredictable. Sometimes it was for a pap smear, but more frequently it was for what she would only characterize as an ‘infection’ –“The usual one,” she would inevitably add with an embarrassed laugh. But neither I, nor any of the other doctors she had seen were ever able to find the infection, so it had become a sort of standing challenge as to who would find it first.

Jean was a very fit woman then in her early fifties, who taught both English and drama at a nearby high school. Meticulous about her appearance, I would see her in the waiting room sitting bolt upright, shoulders back, head perched on her shoulders like it was suspended on fine wires to keep it from despoiling the immaculately dressed body below. Her hair was brown and short with each strand assigned an immoveable location lest it be chastened with the brush she kept on her lap in a little purse.

That day, however, I noticed she had added another weapon to the arsenal on her lap –a little pump action plastic bottle, the content of which she would surreptitiously spray on her hands from time to time, followed by a vigorous rubbing as if she had just applied some soothing lotion.

She smiled when she saw me and extended a just-sprayed hand in greeting. “I think I’ve solved my problem, doctor,” she said as soon as we were settled in my office. “I just wanted you to check and see if there was any difference –you know, down…” She blushed before she could finish her sentence. She immediately produced the little bottle and sprayed her hands again. “No infection,” she added, regaining her composure after the little entr’acte.

“And the little bottle?” I had to ask.

“Sanitizer,” she answered proudly. “It’s antibacterial,” she added, and dived into the purse to read the label to me. “It contains triclosan… For some reason it’s really  hard to get nowadays.” Her face suggested that puzzled her. “I mean it kills bacteria doesn’t it? And they’re the troublemakers…”

I suppressed a sigh and sat back in my chair. “It also encourages bacterial resistance, Jean. And it doesn’t seem to be any more effective at cleaning than good old soap and water.”

She blinked, but whether in surprise, or disbelief I couldn’t tell. “But…” She gathered her thoughts before continuing. “We pick up bacteria from our environment and dirty hands are how we transmit a lot of diseases. We have to keep them clean… Bacteria” –she said it as if the word itself were dirty- “Bacteria are everywhere.” She pointed to an alcohol-based hand sanitizer I kept on my desk. “And I see you don’t take any chances either. ”She relaxed in her chair as if she’d proved her point.

I allowed myself the sigh I had avoided earlier. “An interesting dichotomy, isn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow. “That we live in a world jam-packed with so many bacteria that they are virtually ubiquitous…” I continued, “…and yet so few cause us trouble.”

“But…” She leaned forward on her seat.

“But we seem to want to malign them all; we act as if they were all our enemies. And yet, our own microbiome –the bacteria living in our intestines- are absolutely essential for our health in ways we are just discovering. And apparently the number of bacteria normally living in and on a healthy human body outnumber our own cells by ten to one.” I stopped and smiled at her incredulous expression. “We –our cells- are only the tip of the iceberg.”

I suppose I thought I’d just be reminding her of something she already knew, but her eyes were saucers. “Zealandia,” she said after a moment’s reflection.

“Pardon me?” I’d never heard the word, and wondered whether she was referring to the title of some obscure novel she was teaching at school.

“Zealandia,” she repeated as if she were surprised I didn’t recognize the term. “You know, doctor, the continental landmass of which New Zealand is a part? It’s 95% underwater so you can’t see it and therefore don’t appreciate it’s importance. We usually only judge what we can see, don’t we…?” she added with a wink and a big winning smile.

We all have our blind spots.

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The Human Microbiome

 

 

I have always been excited by a new paradigm. Captivated by its novelty. Intrigued by the realization that what we had previously considered to be self evident and true was not sacrosanct. Immutable. Of course I have to confess that it is often the perspective that interests me: that it sometimes okay to question the consensual adherence to a theory -to question what we have all come to believe is correct. To re-interpret the data.  Consensus establishes nothing; it only demonstrates that that we have been swayed by it. It merely lionizes a viewpoint; it does not validate it. And yet that’s Science: always open to refutation, reassessment. Change. According to Karl Popper -the great philosopher of science- a theory should only be considered scientific if it allows the possibility of being proven false.

I’ve just read a fascinating new book on the microbiome (microbiological contents) of the gut and its influence on our health (Missing Microbes, by Dr. Martin Blaser). Admittedly it’s a topic that is all the rage nowadays, but its previous neglect seems, in retrospect, to defy belief. Of course, since the Germ Theory was proposed in the mid sixteenth century, and since microbes were first observed by Anton Van Leeuwenhoek through his primitive microscope the following century, we have been at odds with them, to say the least. They seemed to be hostile to us. Alien. Their presence caused diseases, suffering, and death. We called them germs. That they could be other than enemies was inconceivable. The only good germ was a dead germ; it was obviously in our best interest to eliminate them. All of them…

And yet if they are so menacing, so evil,  why do our bodies tolerate such a large number of them? Seventy to ninety percent of all the cells in our bodies are not ours -an estimated 100 trillion enemy soldiers hidden in a Trojan horse. And inside our gates… If microbes are bad, why is our large bowel packed with them? Why would we carry around our own sources of disease? How could evolution be so stupid?

It seems blindingly obvious, in retrospect, that they must help us in some fashion. And indeed, the bowel micro-organisms are now being increasingly recognized as extremely useful; so useful in fact that one might be well advised to consider them to be another organ –as important for our health as the liver or the kidneys. It’s becoming clear that they seem to serve as co-directors of many bodily processes – immune functions most importantly perhaps, but also for digestion and production of important nutrients, suppressors of other less-friendly bacterial and viral invaders, and even regulators of energy resources -changes in gut flora may be important in obesity and diabetes, for example. We’re only beginning to understand what role they play in our health, and how altering them can alter us.

But I’m an obstetrician, un accoucheur; I deliver babies; I take care of moms and their foetuses through their pregnancies. I lay no claim to much bacteriological expertise, let alone a privileged view of its cutting edges. But as I mentioned, I was absolutely fascinated by Dr. Blaser’s book -especially the chapters about how we get the first dose of bacteria in our bowels, and how the method of delivery might alter that for good or ill. Obviously at this stage, much of this is speculation -interesting, but as yet largely unproven. But think about it: foetuses in the womb are pretty well bacteria free before they are born. They acquire bacteria only after (or during) birth. On their way down their mother’s vagina they acquire their first micro-organisms: they swallow the lactobacilli which dominate the vaginal bacteria. This helps the baby to break down lactose -the major sugar in its mother’s milk. And given the proximity of the vagina to the anus, the baby also gets its first dose of bowel bacteria -the area is not clean no matter how hard we pretend.

So what happens to the baby’s bowel flora if it never passes through the vagina and is delivered instead by Caesarian Section? Is it different? Is it deficient? And if so, does this have any long lasting effects -either good or bad? I mean, the babies seem to turn out okay…

And what about the customary prophylactic dose of antibiotics that are given preoperatively to prevent maternal infection, or the penicillin (or other antibiotic substitute) that is given to mothers who are intending to have a normal vaginal birth but are positive for Group B Streptococcus (GBS) and in labour? Some of this enters the baby, too; does it alter their bowel bacteria? Is this bad, or do the bacteria recover eventually? Does the interim bacterial alteration, come at a crucial time in the immature but rapidly developing immune system just as the baby is learning to adapt to life and its challenges outside the womb?

The difference is obviously an area that needs more study, but some of the early data are truly intriguing. Researchers have even wondered whether the mode of delivery may alter conditions in the growing child -but later (and so less easily attributable to method of delivery). Things such as asthma, or allergies are exaggerated immune responses -maybe ones not dampened by early modulation by the microbiome. And inflammatory bowel disease, autoimmune dysfunction, and even diabetes may be types of genetic epiphenomena -existing genes turned on or off, dimmed or augmented- altered from an early age and possibly -maybe probably- influenced by the bacteria in the gut …

So, am I recommending we stop doing Caesarian Sections? Stop giving antibiotics? Stop wiping off babies to dry them and help their thermoregulation but also -almost a bonus- to clean them after delivery? Should we abandon all that we’ve accomplished, all that we’ve learned in the last 50 years? No, of course not. But sometimes there are options. Choices. If nothing else, it behooves us to discuss these issues with our patients  -early in their pregnancies, preferably, so that rational conversations, untainted by fear and stress, can provoke dialogue and exploration. There are consequences to every decision. So if an elective Caesarian section is chosen for reasons other than absolute necessity we -patient and doctor- must be apprised of the risks -even the potential, unproven risks of suboptimal microbiomal acquisition…

We are naturally engrossed in the prevailing paradigms -they have served us well and reduced mortality rates; we no longer fear death each time we fall ill. But we have entered an age when an increasing cohort of bacteria are becoming resistant to even the most powerful antibiotics. We need a different appreciation of micro-organisms -a paradigm shift- one that acknowledges that not all of them are malevolent; one that appreciates that they probably do more for us than they do to us. An approach that acknowledges there are far more of them than us and so we should try to use their strength to our advantage. It seems to me that, as members of the current paradigm flock, we’ve almost exhausted the meadow where we’ve successfully grazed for such a long time; we have been so happy with the pasture, so complacently wandering with the herd that we didn’t even notice a gate in the fence to an area where the grass is truly greener and more abundant.

We progress incrementally, but only when our minds are open to new ideas. New perspectives. Truth, it seems, is ever changing, and not always what we want it to be. It can be messy and unbelievable at first -uncomfortable even. But as Einstein once remarked: If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.