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Stem cell transplantation is a standard treatment for several blood cancers, but will almost certainly never be a standard HIV treatment for anyone except patients who need a transplantation anyway, for one single reason: with modern medicine, living with transplanted stem cells is significantly worse than living with HIV.
With modern meds, HIV patients can have a normal life expectancy and live basically normal lives.
You know how in traditional organ transplantation, your own immune cells will attack and often destroy the transplanted organ? In stem cell transplantation, your transplanted immune cells will attack every single organ in your body. Look up "graft versus host disease."
After stem cell donation, most patients will have to take immuno-suppressants that a have significantly worse side effects than modern HIV meds do, often for the rest of their lives - and that's the lucky ones, where the meds will successfully treat the graft versus host disease. One of the more gruesome sights I've seen in my medical career was a lady with a severe graft versus host skin reaction that her doctors couldn't get under control despite massive doses of immuno-suppressants. Eventually large parts of her skin peeled off in strips, like something out of a horror movie. Then she died of pneumonia from the immuno-suppressants.
This is an extreme example, of course, and many people live perfectly ordinary lives after stem cell transplantation, but the failure more is both more likely and more gruesome than the one for antiviral HIV treatment.
We were all burningly curious whether the liver failure would come back if he resumed his normal green tea consumption, especially him (very "try everything, you only live once" type of personality; see also, consumption of mysterious Peruvian rain forest drugs), thus proving whether the tea was the culprit or not, but for ethical reasons I had to caution him against experimenting on the only liver he had, and he reluctantly agreed he wasn't THAT curious. Therefore, the cause of his liver failure will never be fully and conclusively proven to be green tea.
A young man presented in our hospital with acute liver failure. He'd just spent a month traveling through the rain forests of Brazil, Colombia and Peru. During his trip, he'd consumed unknown drugs in a Peruvian shaman ceremony and had unprotected sex with a Peruvian sex worker.
We tested him for everything obvious. He didn't test positive for any known drugs or any obvious drug-related toxins. He didn't have HIV. He didn't have hepatitis A, B, or C. He didn't have EBV, he didn't have CMV, he didn't have Dengue Fever, he didn't have Yellow Fever, he didn't have Malaria. He didn't have any sign of autoimmune conditions.
We called the institute for tropical diseases. We tested him for tropical diseases we'd never even heard of. He didn't have those. He didn't have Syphilis. He didn't have Gonorrhea. He didn't have liver cancer, or any other discernible cancers.
We called the institute for tropical diseases again. They started researching. We tested him for diseases the experts for tropical diseases hadn't even heard of. He had none of those, either.
His liver, which had started failing for no discernible reason, now stopped failing, for equally indiscernible reason. We started planning his discharge.
We had a nice final discussion. He really appreciated how hard we'd tried, he said, and he really appreciated how kind everyone had been, and sorry again about the unprotected sex with sex workers thing, that was effing stupid in retrospect. He said he was looking forward to getting home and detoxing from all this. He said he didn't think the green tea we had on the ward (cheap, shit, comes in bags, unlikely to have ever encountered a tea plant in real life) did anything much, detox-wise, and anyway he'd feel bad emptying our hot water carafe all the time.
Um. How much green tea do you drink, I asked him.
4 to 5 liters per day, he said.
I googled "green tea liver failure," with some vague memory that sometimes tea gets contaminated during the drying process and maybe he'd caught a bad batch? Turns out, green tea just... causes liver failures, occasionally, in higher doses. Probably due to the anti-oxidants.
You live and you learn.
The patient went home and limited his green tea consumption to no more than a cup per day. He checked in with me a year later, because I'd asked him for an update, and his liver was doing perfectly fine and had never failed him again.
Going by that logic, the president's bunker under the pentagon would've been built without a lock. After all, people don't usually have to physically drag a country's leader out of their locked bunker, right? By the time anyone's knocking on that door, usually the war is lost and the country has surrendered.
And yet, if you're designing for defense, why NOT take such a cheap and easy countermeasure as putting a lock on the door or choosing the more defensible way to spiral your staircase? You might want to buy a few more minutes to negotiate in a desperate situation; you might want at least the option of taking that futile last stand; you might be facing not an invading army but a single lunatic with a sword who snuck past the outer guards.
We know vaccines aren't the cause, because large-scale studies have been done that show that autism rates aren't higher in vaccinated children. This leaves us with basically every other possible cause, including not just better diagnostics (I personally find that explanation highly plausible), but also changes in nutrition, effects of some sort of virus, pollution, microplastics and everything else under the sun that's changed in the last decades.
The classic "strong above the waist, paralyzed from the waist down" image of a wheelchair user that people might have from eg the paralympics is the minority.
They have no ability to raise premiums on specific members with high healthcare costs.
I'm sure this is going to lead to a few spectacular, high-profile rescues, but I'd bet the average use case is going to be "saved me three hours of crawling through the woods on a broken ankle to get back to the last place I had cell service."
If lack of finances is an issue, growing your own herb garden certainly isn't the solution. These plants aren't going to replace a $500 shot of insulin. At best you could maybe replace the occasional aspirin, dramamine, or buscopan, all of which are available over the counter at price points much lower than what it would cost to even buy a bag of quality seeds, never mind soil, fertilizer, and the garden to plant it all in. (Or the time and labor to plant and tend it).
Presumably they could've gone out and gotten more green. They could've transitioned to bright blue, or purple, or yellow. But they looked at the piece done in grey, and instead of going "Yikes, that's way more bleak than I thought it would be, I'm gonna buy some more green and redo this," they seem to be satisfied with the final piece.
And that means that interpretations that find meaning in the color choice aren't necessarily invalid just because the artist wasn't consciously thinking about what they were doing when they ran out of green at 3 am. Or, for that matter, that an interpretation of an art piece can't be valid just because it's counter to what the artist themselves had in mind.
No competent medical professional would've told you "You have anxiety, so go sit at home neglecting your social life." That's the OPPOSITE of what people with anxiety should be doing.
There's a HUGE difference between "some people are getting unexplained headaches and brainfog" (yeah, so are half my patients right now, during this time of unprecedented stress) and "some people are getting unexplained brain bleeds" (YIKES)
I currently only use my meds (specifinally, Vyvanse) once per week, because I don't love the side effects and I can manage fine without most of the time. On that one day per week, I do everything that my brain chemistry usually makes difficult, which is mostly paperwork and cleaning.
The difference it's made is HUGE. I went through a whole grieving process when I realized how much easier I could've had it all along. I can sit down, spend four hours doing my taxes, and then be done (and then realize the bathroom needs cleaning, and also do that), instead of sitting down, getting a snack, doing ten minutes of taxes, cuddling with the cat, starting a conversation, going on hacker news, doing ten minutes of taxes, going on hacker news, and finally finishing the taxes ten hours later at a quarter to midnight.
It's also made a huge difference to accept that some things are simply symptoms, and not signs that I'm a disorganized failure who'd too stupid to manage daily life. It's also helped to live with people who know and accept this about me, and who know that although I'm very good at managing my symptoms, sometimes things go wrong.
Yes, sometimes everyone is mildly inconvenienced because we were about to leave and now I have to go on a ten-minute WHERE IS MY WALLET tear through the house. It's fine! Sometimes, we're mildly inconvenienced because my girlfriend's insulin pumped is clogged and she needs to spend ten mins fussing with the catheter. These are things that happen when you have a chronic health condition, and no reason for anyone to get upset or berate anyone else. Accepting that has made me a much happier person.
An easy litmus test: are you advocating harm to a person for merely existing in the world, living with the skin color and sexuality they were born with, or making choices that don't harm anyone else? Then I have no interest in hearing your toxic and hateful opinion and I sure hope you'll be afraid to voice it around me.
It's a great thing to have political discussions and to try to see all sides of a topic. Your willingness to see the other side's points should stop at the point where the other side is actively trying harm people for the crime of existing in this world. (See also: antisemitism, homophobia, transphobia, racism.)
That's why most deadly plagues came from Europe back then, and now tend to come from places where people still live in very close contact with their lifestock or with wild animals.
Sure, if you had 150k at age 18 and weren't going to need another cent until you turn 65, you could drop that money in the stock market and wait for riches to come to you. But as it is, you're going to need some kind of job. And while there's a few pleasant careers available without college these days (software engineering being one of them), for most jobs that aren't heavy physical labor or minimum wage drudgery, you're going to need that college degree.
Let's assume renters don't generally wax their floors, and cheap shitty floors don't need waxing. So we're looking for people likely to own a home nice enough too have wooden floors worth maintaining. You could probably do worse than to show that commercial to "highly-educated people with children, working in fields adjacent to software engineering."