#Deanehistory 90. Today is “International Clinical Trials Day.” That which might once have felt rather obscure feels vital & relevant, so here’s the story of James Lind, the British naval surgeon who pioneered the 1st clinical trials on board HMS Salisbury on 20 May 1747.
In those times, scurvy was a huge threat for navies. Indeed, it caused more deaths amongst British sailors than French and Spanish forces combined. We now know that scurvy is caused by vitamin C deficiency, but vitamins were then unknown.
Lind thought scurvy was caused by “putrefaction of the body” and that that could potentially be cured through the introduction of acids. He therefore recruited a dozen men with scurvy for a “fair test.”
(his informed consent process would… not satisfy modern day requirements.)
Without telling them who was getting what Lind allocated two men to each of six different daily treatments for a fortnight.
The six treatments they got (hold on to your hats) were:
- 1.1 litres cider (these subjects did not complain about their allocation)
- 25 ml, er, dilute sulphuric acid
- 18 ml vinegar three times a day
- 1/2 pint sea water
- 2 oranges & 1 lemon for 6 days (supplies ran out)
- a paste of garlic, mustard seed, radish root & gum myrrh
As you’ve already guessed, those who got the citrus fruits experienced “the most sudden and good visible effects.” Even though they ran out of fruit, one of those sailor was fit for duty and the other was almost recovered.
It took time for the lessons to be accepted, but in due course lemon juice was issued routinely to all sailors in the British fleet.
Lind is recognised as the man who pioneered comparing like with like, & his trial’s design informed future clinical trials.
Lind was made Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath & his name is engraved in stone on the frieze of the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine.
(His son, also James, was a successful captain in the Royal Navy in his own right, knighted after the Battle of Vizagapatam.)
Anyway, from that time on, we have demonstrated over the decades a constancy of faith and practice in clinical trials. This discipline has been a major factor in the successes that we have seen fighting coronavirus.
So spare a thought this 20 May for those who led the way some 274 years ago to the discipline that is freeing us from lockdown today.
#deanehistory 89. Hat tip – my late father, Paul Deane.
This is the story of a great son of Suffolk, Philip Broke, and of his ship, the Shannon.
In 1812 Britain was at war with the United States. Contrary to expectations, the Americans were thumping the Royal Navy at every turn. Bigger ships, heavier guns, larger crews.
Broke was to change things.
The crew of the Shannon drilled tirelessly. Their captain set them challenge after challenge. Gunnery practice. Swordplay. Scenarios: imagine we are being attacked in such and such a way – what do we do? Fire the guns blindfolded, with instructions on your target given orally.
Napoleon won the War of the Fourth Coalition, but he lost the celebration after.
Lest this seem obscure, I remind you of the most dangerous enemy faced by Monty Python’s King Arthur, the Legendary Black Beast of Arrrghhh, against which, after heavy losses, the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch had to be deployed.
It was like this. The Treaty had been signed. Success was affirmed. His Chief of Staff, Alexandre Berthier, was confronted with the typical gift challenge – what to get the Emperor who has everything?
#deanehistory 84. With grateful thanks to @ConradOliveira who really has gone above and beyond on the research for this one.
This is the story of Hardit Singh Malik, “the Flying Sikh.”
Malik was born in the Punjab at the end of the 19th Century, into a wealthy family. His passion for flight developed early, competing with flying kites with cords coated in powdered glass, which one used to cut up one’s rival’s kites. Don’t say you didn’t learn something today.
He was schooled in the UK, and went up to Balliol not long before the war. Blues in cricket and golf followed, and he was playing for Sussex against Kent on the day war with Germany was declared. He tried to join up – but was told he was the wrong colour.
This is the story of Eugene Lazowski’s private war.
Lazowski was a doctor in German-occupied Poland – and a very brave one. He escaped a Prisoner of War camp and returned to his home town of Rozwadów to work for the Polish Red Cross.
The garden of his house was directly against the fence that enclosed the Jewish ghetto. Whilst Polish doctors were absolutely not allowed to treat the Jews, he knew that his duty to these most vulnerable people in awful conditions meant that he should somehow try.
A system emerged. When a prisoner of the ghetto became unwell, a rag would be tied to Lazowski’s fence. Remarkably, he would then break INTO the ghetto under cover of darkness, taking medicine to those who needed it & treating patients in rudimentary, moving medical facilities.
Here are the notice boards for residents in my part of London. Note the material about proposed new building. Not “discuss” or “debate” - “STOP.”
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One wonders if this is a suitable use of council-provided facilities meant for *information,* not campaigning. Certainly other political campaigns don’t get to use them to promote their own causes, & assume that everyone agrees with them in so doing.
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I tend to favour more development in central London. I accept it’s part & parcel of the choice I made to live here rather than further out.
I also accept I’m in a minority (of residents). But you wouldn’t even think there *was* another point of view from this, would you?
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This is the story of the man who fought for, & then against, & then for, the monarchy.
Thomas Fairfax was born to Yorkshire gentry. He learnt his army trade fighting for the Protestants in Holland, & then served his King commanding cavalry against the Scots.
Keen to avoid conflict between Crown and Parliament, he sought compromise in the crisis of 1641-1642. But when push came to shove and war came, he was for Parliament.
Fairfax and his family led Parliamentary supporters in the north, fighting significant Royalist forces for over a year, thus preventing them from marching into the southern shires to help Charles.