Life as an Extreme Sport

Risk, Memory and Vaccine

Dr. Ivan Oransky, deputy editor of The Scientist, has an interesting, if slightly biting, commentary up at the Boston Globe about the HPV vaccine and the “medical nihilists” who are forgetting that sometimes, the harm principle outweighs the individual risk. In specific, he’s got in his sight the people who claim that because a vaccine is not 100% safe, it should not be used (with implications that people who think this are following it up with some sort of thought about children being too precious to risk making ill).

This is not necessary a bad argument on its face – that we should work to mitigate the risks associated with vaccines, and that the risk of vaccination side effect shouldn’t be worse than the risk of the disease being vaccinated against. (After all, while death is a preventive measure against polio, it’s probably not the best one.) So we’d hope to see low harm, high benefit – with some people taking the proverbial public health bullet in the name of the greater good.

Unfortunately, Americans appear to have very short memories. Maybe it’s because we’re from such a young country, that we tear down and rebuild on whim – we don’t value the old things that house memories, and more than one scholar has wondered if, as we tear down those buildings, we tear down the visual cue for memory storage and retrieval, effectively removing the memory from our population.

This short-sightedness extends to vaccines. When they first came about, people lived in fear of mangling, deforming, life threatening diseases like smallpox and polio. To have the chance to prevent that, for themselves, their children, family and friends – what a wonderful advance of technology! What relief! Yes, there were side effects, and some were bad, but people were willing to gamble that in the face of never again facing an iron lung.

Today, our attitude is different. Somewhere along the line, we’ve become complacent in our beliefs about medicine, and smug in our assurance that there’s a pill out there that can cure every ill. In our medicalization of life, the disease has faded from forefront, and the people causing mischief and mayhem are those pushing the drugs – be they cure or prophylactic. In our blame-based society, we want to know who’s responsible for every ailment, and we don’t take the public good into account, just our own – maybe that of our children.

This attitude, this mistrust of medicine and drug makers, this belief in an inherent right to perfect health, a forgetfulness about the painful diseases of our recent past – all these things add up to what we have today. People refusing to vaccinate their children against a host of diseases – what’s the point, after all? Everyone else will vaccinate their kid, so why take the responsibility and risk? And people refuse to see life-saving measures where they are, as with the new HPV vaccine. We can vaccinate against cancer!

Just stop and think about that for a moment.

We can, in three simple shots, prevent cancer, one of the scariest, most terrifying diseases we modern folk are faced with. And instead of running and rushing forward, demanding our vaccine, we stand back, skeptical of the benefit and unwilling to take the risk.

rain

The day started off beautifully, and just did one of those midtempo shifts that left me crying in the SUNY parking lot. I just cracked, much like a certain fairy tale egg, and the final straw (to mix my metaphors wildly) was stepping outside the front door and smelling the rain.

As Genevieve noted elsewhere, earlier today, Seattleites know rain like Eskimo’s know snow. There are different kinds of rain, for different sorts of seasons, and when I walked outside today the scent that hit me, overwhelmed me, made me realize just how out of my depth I am, was that sweet spring Seattle rain. Fresh, light, almost loamy, refreshing – like a forest, damp and warm and just good. My favourite kind of rain to sit outside in, at a fountain or park, the dockside, or even some cemeteries.

I’m having one of those days where I wonder if I can do this. I wonder if I’m truly as kind and compassionate and warm as I want to be. Being back here makes it hard to judge myself against my norm, since back here, I’m several times warmer, friendlier, and more cheerful than other people. (As I told Lisa, it’s a scary place where I am the cheerful one!) And I’m worried. Lack of communication is the one thing that really makes me spin out and freak out (we’ll thank the ex for that one), and I’m not convinced, right now, I can do this.

Of course, today was also probably the worst day to forget to take my medications, and be sans pain control. Everything ached more, and I had the patience of a gnat by 4pm.

I just wish… I realized, when I was in Seattle, that I touched more people in my short (less than 36 hour) stay there than I have since I left Seattle in June, 2006. People back here are not affectionate, not in the same way. In fact, I’m pretty sure today is the first time I’ve touched anyone since I was in Seattle.

Sigh. This is all over the place. That’s because I feel like I’ve been hit my a freight truck and hosed down with a fire hose. But at least I’ll have teflon skin with this is all said and done…

When it rains, eh? When it rains…

Cadbury

I’ve talked about animal care and medicine before, and this morning, Jennifer over at the Women’s Bioethics Blog writes about companies providing vet insurance as a benefit of employment, and whether it’s a good thing, or if we’re (to be blunt, and in my own words) insane for treating our pets like members of our family.

But for those of us with pets, and as I explain in my comment to Jennifer, they are our family, or at least a big part of it. Pets love us unconditionally, are there for us at all times, and mostly just want us to take the time to cuddle and love them. When you’re having a bad day, there’s not much better in life than to come home and curl up with a purring cat in your lap, or a happy dog on your legs. And the benefits pets give us, medically and socially, are well documented. If you have pets, you know this and get it… and if not? I can’t help but feel you’re missing out.

With that said, I hope you’ll all join me in sending Daniel and his family sympathies at this time – his photogenically goofy Cadbury passed away yesterday. While it wasn’t unexpected, for reasons Daniel explains, it’s still a sad loss, and I know Cadbury will be deeply missed.

Asimov would be pleased

South Korea has announced that they are drawing up a code of robot ethics, to prevent humans from abusing robots, and robots from abusing humans. Asimov would be so pleased!

While it’s unclear if the code of ethics will follow Asimov’s laws of robotics (an idea their convened panelists of scientists and sci-fi authors have not ruled out), Park Hye-Young of the Ministry of Information and Communication has indicated that a major concern is that people will be interacting with their robots like spouses, or become addicted to them (as many people appear to be addicted to cyberspace in general). And according to the BBC, “key considerations would include ensuring human control over robots, protecting data acquired by robots and preventing illegal use.”

-Kelly Hills

Originally posted at the American Journal of Bioethics Blog.