
Today at work I was researching the tissue origins of different cell culture systems that we have available to use in the lab. "Cell culture" refers to the process by which we can take mammalian cells and grow them in petri dishes. Mammalian cells are much more complicated to grow than bacteria, and the best growing cells are usually derived from tumors, which have already escaped the normal growth inhibition experienced by most cells in the body.

I study the brain, so I was looking up various cell lines derived from brain tumors. For extra background, I looked up information about the cancers on Wikipedia.
Neuroblastoma and
medulloblastoma are particularly nasty brain tumors that appear most often in children.

My career in medical research often requires me to read horrid descriptions of truly awful diseases, and I have become impervious to emotional reactions of any kind when reading about diseases. Today, though, I was gripped with horror as I read the descriptions. Instead of calling up my standard mental image of a human brain to localize the various abnormalities, I found myself imagining the crippling cancers growing inside the brain of my five-month-old son. Even as I type this, I can't seem to escape the vivid (to me, anyway) image of a medulloblastoma growing inside of Max's fourth ventricle.

I've written about
the happier face of this protective instinct in myself. I guess the protective instinct has an anxious side that even jaded scientists like I am not immune to. I guess I'll reassure myself with lots of smiling pictures of my adorable (and, thank goodness, cancer-free) baby boy.
Gosh he is cute! love the big blues and awesome smiles!
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