Tenderly fragile

A few days ago we had our biweekly science operations meeting. Towards the end of it, one of my colleagues mentioned that the INTEGRAL Picture of the Month for December would be the obituary. “Obituary!?! For whom!?!”, I asked, with surprise and a little anxiety. “You didn’t know? Mike died last week”. It came as a slap in the face. I had no idea he was ill. And obviously, I had no idea he was dying. He was 42.

Mike and I met in Moscow in 2006 at the 6th INTEGRAL Workshop. I had read his papers, and he had read mine, but we had never met. There was a tension between the Russians and the rest of us. The reason is mostly related to the fact that 1) Russian scientists, formally can, and in practice do, work and share data or analysis results only with other Russians; 2) the Russian space agency put INTEGRAL into orbit, and in return, negotiated with ESA to get one quarter, 25%, of the observing time for the lifetime of the mission; and 3) more specifically related to the topic of my own research, the Galactic Centre, the head of the Russian delegation, the great and famous Professor Sunyaev, had negotiated to get half the observing time on this region, and therefore, share all the data half way down the middle with the official Principle Investigator for the Galactic Centre, my PhD co-supervisor, Andrea Goldwurm. So, there were subtle but definitely palpable tensions.

Professor Sunyaev gave a stunning presentation in which he talked about the science that could be and was being done with INTEGRAL data, he drew on his vast mastery of all fields of physics, making analogies, explaining connections, and clarifying issues that most of us could not even see, freshly and spontaneously, without any arrogance, in a simple matter-of-factly kind of way. I was immensely impressed. His was a 40-minute review talk. Mine, on the same day, was a 30-minute presentation, which was also a long one, since the programme contained mostly 20-minute presentations, invited review talks of 40 minutes, and a handful of 30-minute presentations. I gave a shortened version of the talk I had presented in the main amphitheatre of the CEA two months before to my PhD defence committee, and the public in attendance.

Everyone was very impressed, I think because, unlike anything I’ve ever seen at such a scientific conference, the first 10 minutes were spent with my narrating a Discovery Channel video of an voyage through the Galaxy, from the Earth to the Galactic Centre, that I slowed down to give myself enough time to describe the large scale structures and global features of our Galaxy, the distribution of stars and gas that make up its visible contents, talk about their formation and dynamics, about open and globular clusters, types of stars and their different life cycles, about planetary nebulae and supernovae remnants, magnetic field structures betrayed by particles trapped spiralling along them and seen at radio wavelengths, and on and on.

It was during the break after that session that Mike came up to me for the first time. He was bright, quick, sharp as a whistle, energetic and curious, open and friendly, but serious. He had a kind of grave seriousness to him. All these qualities appealed to me. He complimented me on the presentation, and we talked for a few minutes. What struck me most was that he was simple and straight forward: not puffed up, not arrogant, not condescending; and not cautious, hesitant, distant, or reserved either. Just open, simple, and straight forward: nothing hidden, nothing fake. I’m like that too. We connected.

Later that night, we had the banquet dinner, and we spoke a lot more together after eating. Naturally, given that we were in Moscow, everyone (or almost) drank plenty of wine with dinner, and everyone (or almost) was now drinking vodka. Conversations and laughter flowed freely and echoed in the large hall. Mike invited me to come out in the evening, and meet him with other people at a bar where we could watch, while chatting, the football game. It was the time of the 2006 Football World Cup, and this is what defined the plans for the evenings. I agreed, and we spent the evening together.

When it was time to call it a night, after all buses had stopped their service, he offered to walk back with me from the bar to the hotel. I gladly accepted. It was a 45 minute walk across the city, which I didn’t know at all, but which was his beloved home town. So somehow, in those few days in Moscow, we became friends. Friends who didn’t really know much about one another, but friends that connected on a deeper level. These things are hard to explain, and have to do with personal traits and upbringing, tendencies and sensitivities, affinities and outlook. The few other times we saw each other, either at conferences or meetings, it was always the same. We saw each other for a short time,  didn’t really have much to talk about because neither of us liked small talk, but we felt happy to see one another. We exchanged a few Skype chats over the years, but that was the extent of our relationship.


And when I heard that he was dead, I was shocked. What first struck me with sadness is that there was no way for me to express to him how I felt about him, and how sorry I was that he was gone. We often hear of someone’s passing after they have already passed. This makes it impossible for us to express anything to them: no expression of kinship or feelings of empathy, no sentiments of understanding at what they are going through, no words of support, comfort, or warmth. Nothing more can be expressed to them because they are gone. Tears welled up in the eyes. Impossible to say anything. Impossible to write anything. Impossible to reach him. Impossible, now and forever. Feeling sad and helpless, I sat in silence, tender and fragile.

This is what we are: tender and fragile. It’s just that most of the time we don’t realise it, nor do we think about it. When it hits us, and we feel it for a fraction of a second, we push it away, push it down under the shell that we think hides and protects us.

Looking at people every day, friends, colleagues, and strangers, I see so many signs of illness: I see people with the white of their eyes a yellowish colour, with the skin of their face a pale grey; I see dry and dull skin, rashes on the face, or the neck, or the scalp; I see hands and fingers that tremble with uncontrolled tremors when they should be still and unmoving; I see teeth that through a smile can be discerned to be capped by crowns, because they are too white, sitting on top of what are surely devitalised, nerveless, root canal treated teeth, whose dark colour lines the base of the tooth; I see young women with white faces, blueish hued skin under their eyes, sparse and thinning hair, feeling cold and looking down; I see young men with pudgy little man boobs, and men in their 50’s with sparse, balding eyebrows; I see bodies, full of fat, fat that is pressing in, compressing their vital organs, their heart, their liver, their stomach and pancreas. And on, and on. So much disease everywhere, and nothing to be done for these poor people. Nothing to be done because they don’t know, and because they don’t want to know.

Could I have helped Mike? I’m sure I could have. Did he ever share with me anything about his illness? Did he even know I knew anything about health and disease? No, he didn’t. And all these people I see every day? All these people with dehydrated bodies filled with accumulated metabolic wastes, acids and toxins, with undiagnosed intolerances and allergies, with severe B12 and magnesium deficiencies, with bacteraemia from toxic teeth, with serious iron and iodine deficiencies, with testosterone deficiencies and oestrogen overabundances, with extreme insulin resistance and metabolic syndrome, all sick and unaware of it. And what about all those with diabetes and cancer, diagnosed and yet undiagnosed? Is there anything I can do for them, no matter how sad I feel, or how much I would like to? No, there isn’t, because it is they who need to look for it, they who need to want to do something about it. And how can they if they don’t know, or even worse, don’t want to know?

And so, little by little, a little better every day, I learn to live with this. This which we all fundamentally are, whether we allow ourselves to realise it or not, whether we allow ourselves to feel it or not, and whether we want to or not, this is what we are: tender and fragile, tenderly fragile.

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4 thoughts on “Tenderly fragile

  1. Thank you, Guillaume, for this moving post. It is a sad state of affairs to see so many unhealthy people around, and that’s true throughout most of the globe. Those of us who keep an eye on health-promoting websites (Mercola, etc.) realize the main reasons (Monsanto, etc.) people became so unhealthy in the last 50-60 yrs. There is NO WAY around that – we are being showered with toxins in our food, surroundings, clothing, everywhere. To try to live as healthy as possible especially nowadays is A FINE ART. Every little topic (from which eggs – white or brown – are better for you, to “Sitting is the new Smoking”, to the intricacies of Cholesterol and its role in the body) requires a lot of time – CONSTANTLY! – for research, and most people, especially with kids to look after, have no such time available. Another factor is the cost of supplements, books, memberships in electronic health newsletters, etc. I, myself, am striving to adhere to better nutrition at home, but I have to admit I can’t keep up with the goal of daily fresh green juices – too cumbersome when you do groceries (all these leafy greens), labour-intensive (washing well and then cutting/slicing, etc.), washing the juicer afterwards – it’s a chore! Also – better food (organic, non-GMO – as much as one could trust any label!) cost much more, so that’s an additional factor. Also, when would people find an hour to soak in an Epsom salts bath? Amyway, not easy, although healthy living is worth it, no doubt.
    One question, Guillaume: on the Root canals – is there anything you would advise? When a tooth has reached that point – what else could one do? I’m familiar with books on the subject (haven’t read them yet, unfortunately) stating that having a dead item in one’s mouth (a tooth with root canal done) is an invitation for inflammation in the gum around it – inevitably! It seems other than having the tooth pulled there’s no other healthy alternative?
    Thanks again, Guillaume, I enjoyed your article although it is for a very sad reason…
    Best to you,

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      • Thanks so much, Guillaume. Two books on the topic (I haven’t read either yet) are “The Roots of Disease” and “The Toxic Tooth”, both written by Robert Kulacz, D.D.S., and Thomas E. Levy, M.D., J.D. It sounds like jaw bone doesn’t recover easy or fast, so implants may never be an option (for some people). However, the idea that dental problems feed a constant low-grade inflammation in the body is very valid and needs addressing. Thanks again, keep your posts coming!


  2. Hi Guillaume,

    Thank you again for all the time you take to share your personal research. I am motivated to learn as much as I can because of health issues and pain I have suffered myself, as well as because of the history of cancer in my family.

    From personal experience I would definitely agree with the statement that there are vested interests in the fields of medicine and industry that lead to temporary suppression of new discoveries and dissemnation of scientifically established fact. However, does it seem credible that what would have to be a massive conspiracy to keep cancer alive and well, for financial interests, could successfully cover up scientific inquiry and confirmation of reproducible science for 65 years? If Warburg did reliably test and confirm his results, then surely there must have eventually been corroboration and support for it? Otherwise, what does that mean for our belief in science, if dissemination of information is controlled by political and financial interests such that society cannot benefit from it? Surely this is at the heart of what you are saying about why there is still so little consensus, so little awareness, if in fact it is as simple to understand and cure as you suggest.

    At the same time, there have apparently been other scholarly articles from people who took issue with some of Warburg’s conclusions:
    I’ve only scratched the surface of what has been written, and probably can’t dig much deeper, and certainly you will have read more of these conflicting viewpoints than I. What is your analysis of the differing opinions? Some, at least, like the above article, seem to offer similar challenges to Warburg’s theory as you observed in the second part of your article On the Origin of Cancer: “One important point to make in regards to the consumption of simple sugars from sweet root vegetables such as carrots and beets or fruit is that several treatment protocols include these and in sometimes large quantities still with great success in overcoming cancers of various kinds. This shows us that there is definitely more to preventing and treating cancer than just eliminating simple sugars.”

    My mother had used the Gerson therapy for over a year and a half before she died (bone cancer, breast cancer, uterine cancer, skin cancer, and who knows what else she had!), so I wondered about this myself. How is it that in many cases (not hers) with juicing snd detox regimens like Gerson’s, tumors can be reduced or eliminated completely in the presence of all that dietary sugar? There must be something else at work there, as you observe. The enzyme theory seems plausible. So therefore should the recommendation not be to eat the widest possible variety of healthy vegetables, without regard for their sugar content? In other words, by focussing on sugar-avoidance, might we not be in fact avoiding a bunch of healthful foods which contain other keys to optimal health that are not yet understood?

    Good stuff! Thank you for your thought-provoking writing!



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