Friday, June 13, 2025

Little Red Coat: Chinese Version

Little Red Coat: 2nd half.

El Capitan, Yosemite

.........Dr. Friedman, the consultant paediatrician, was Jewish.

 

“Your consultant is the best Child Psychiatrist I have worked with.  No nonsense and no jargon, Freud or otherwise.”

He turned to his two registrars. Drs. Klein and Rosenthal, both Jewish:

“For anyone aspiring to be a paediatrician, a good understanding of child psychiatry is crucial.  Half our cases may have a psychological slant, and the other half may have problems created by the doctors!”

How insightful!

The round started with a seven-year old boy who had an accident in the school playground and suffered a fracture.

“Boys!”

The boy was in good spirits and had all sorts of drawings on his plaster cast.

“I bet he can’t wait to get out of here, but we need to make sure there is no concussion.”

It was the golden era of medicine.  There was no haste to discharge patients, and accidents were real accidents.

So I thought.

“Where does child psychiatry come in?” 

His two Registrars gave me a look as if to say: we agree with you!

Then, after a couple of fairly routine cases we came to this boy all bandaged up, except the face, which bore some bruise marks. The two paediatric registrars looked distressed and Dr. Friedman proclaimed:

“Mountaineering accident!”

“Mountaineering?” Their look turned from one of distress to one of bemusement. 

“In London?’

The 70s was a time of change in London. The Vietnam War and the hippies movement seemed like a psychotic mix.  With the explosion of hallucinogen use and the unexpected success of the daring musical Hair, a new social revolution was underway and the secure ways of the old world were to change forever.  It was not for me to judge if it was for the better.

In the mad world of drugs, nudity and profanity, we had dubious characters in charge, and the most serious corruption in high places.  Incredibly lessons were not learnt and we continued to witness the breakdown of decency: people in command of positions of influence abused their newly acquired power and supposedly finance experts eventually collapsed banks and even countries. This erosion was replicated also in families, in the form of unbelievable abuses, both sexual and physical.

We were by the bed of an injured boy in the paediatric ward.  The injury was said to have been the result of a mountaineering accident in London!

Just as Dr. Friedman attempted to elaborate on the case, a short man in his sixties who was with the injured boy stood up.  As he was not in any uniform, I knew he was not hospital staff.

At the same time, Dr. C appeared behind Dr. Friedman.

“Sorry, the meeting about the tea-lady took much longer than I thought, but at least we can keep her for another year.” 

This was before the era of Nespresso and other coffee machines.  We did not have tea bags or instant coffee, but a lady whose job it was to make tea and coffee according to our individual preferences.    She knew exactly who the coffee drinkers and tea drinkers were and never made any mistake.  Today we seem to ignore the fact that health care professionals too need looking after and that some grandmothers need a job.

Despite trying to hide behind the two registrars, the strange man was noticed.

“Aren’t you the cinematographer?” Dr. C asked the tiny man who seemed to get tinier.

I did find it improbable that my consultant should know the cinematographer at her local cinema, not knowing the full story that unfolded later. 

The cinematographer was stocky with silver hair and fairly dark skin. He was not from the Caribbean, and his skin tone came from sun exposure as he was a devoted member of the nudist club.  He lived in a new age commune that Mark’s mother moved to after splitting up with his diabetic and impotent husband. This was way before Viagra, of course, and in this commune Mrs. Green found herself in different beds on different nights.  Her sexual needs were now much better serviced and my patient Mark had stopped soiling.

Mark was one of my twelve psychotherapy patients.  By then I had built up the case load and become at ease with the patients.  Each of the twelve cupboards was filled to the brim with their drawings and selections of toys.  Child psychotherapy was quite fun!

But a new problem emerged for Mrs. Green and who else would she turn to if not Dr. C?  Her daughter Ruth would not go to school or more specifically she did not want to wear her red school coat and refused to attend school.

“I do not know what her problem is. I even spent a lot of money to have it dry cleaned!”

“But that was what was used to wrap up the dead baby!”

One day the cinematographer had some altercation with one of the founding members of the commune because he thought some sexual activity went too far, even for a new age man like him. He was asked to leave immediately. He went into one of the children’s bedrooms to get his old suitcase when Ruth happened to be in the room. He opened the case and there was Ruth’s school coat.  Ruth reached out to retrieve her coat but found a dead baby wrapped in it.   She screamed!  Police was called.  Both parents were arrested and later sentenced for not reporting death and served three months of a one-year sentence.

A very lenient society it was, and no one looked into how the baby died.  Not only that, on release, these guilty parents were even allowed to become registered as foster parents!  The result was the child suffering mountaineering injuries.  He was in their foster care.

Need I say more? That was before Maria Colwell[1].  Fostering was good money then. 

“So you are allowed back?”

“Yes, doctor! They needed my money.”

Dr. Friedman’s registrars were shocked to hear the story from my consultant.

“We will call Social Service and this time we will make sure.” Dr. Friedman turned to his registrars, “Well, what did I tell you, the importance of Child Psychiatry input!”

 

Ruth

I started seeing Ruth at Mrs. Green’s request.

“The Chinaman did wonders for my Mark!”

“Dr. Zhang, please.”  There was an unwritten rule that the same therapist should not provide therapy for two children in the same family, but Dr. C relented in this case.  She must have thought that Ruth would be safe in my hands, despite my still limited experience.   I think she would have otherwise assigned Ruth to my psychotherapy supervisor, an Anna Freudian.  To be honest, even today, I have a lot of difficulties with the focus of Kleinian theories on good breasts and bad breasts. 

For me it was an interesting experience to find Ruth’s “mother” so different to Mark’s “mother”.  It just showed that psychotherapists were very much dealing with the subjective.  Being brought up in a 70s liberated flower-powered environment, Ruth might have some skewed perceptions and believed that dead babies were regularly wrapped up in coats rather than buried.  I tend to believe children do not lie, unless proved otherwise.

Ruth continued her therapy with me whilst attending our day unit up in Hampstead. One day, Miss W the social worker was in a very excited mood and told me:

“Ruth said she is going to school. Well done!”

The fact was it might not be my therapy that did it.  Miss W happened to be in John Barnes (the local department store) and she had the brain wave to buy Ruth a new school coat.

“Ruth was really thrilled to see the little red coat and told me she wants to show it off to her friends at school.”

Ruth went back to school but continued to see me at the clinic.

The commune was disbanded and Mrs. Green moved back with Mark and Ruth’s father.

The guilty foster parents were later sentenced to three years each for child abuse and the injured boy was taken into care after his recovery.

I will not easily forget the kind act of a Quaker: Miss W, and the little red coat.



[1] http://mandyparrytraining.co.uk/spotlight-on-maria-colwell-the-cinderella-child/


3/5/2023

YK:

「小紅外衣」後半部說的故事

 

周志權兄,同學中之文藝人(紅學家)也。他說他很驚訝牧農大夫以蒙太奇編輯手法Montage editing style寫他的「傳記」。這引起我以看電影的心態來欣賞大夫作品的興趣,並以上引半章書作嘗試。當然,談電影,黃華麒兄才是專家 ,但我們未有機會聽他說話(我知道他最近在澳門大學講課,非常忙),希望他不介意我在這樣獻醜,並不吝𧶽教。

 

如果大家有書本,可看222頁至228頁,沒有的,如有興趣,也可聽我道來。

 

故事的角色,當然有大夫,此外,按出場序排列的有:

Dr Friedman(顧問兒科專科醫生、猶太人)

Dr Klein Dr Friedman徒弟、猶太人)

Dr Rosenthal Dr Friedman徒弟、猶太人)

受傷男孩攀山意外受傷個案主角)

Dr C (女、英格蘭人、顧問兒童心理專科醫生、大夫上司)

影院放映技師(約60歲、個子矮、皮膚黝黑、與受傷男孩同來)

Mrs Green(新紀元運動追隨者、離開丈夫、住在公社、認識放映技師、她的兩名孩子是MarkRuth

Mark(大夫的病人)

Ruth(經歷小紅外衣事件後也成為大夫的病人)

Miss W (主任醫院社工、基督教貴格會會友Quaker

 

故事發生主要地點是倫敦,London Tavistock Clinic,時為70年代。

 

大夫正以兒童心理專科醫生的身份陪同兒科專科醫生團體(Dr Friedman, Dr Klein, Dr Rosenthal)巡視兒童病房。開始前,Dr Friedman大讚大夫的師父Dr C說她是他夥拍過的最好的兒童心理專科醫生。轉過頭來,他向同是猶太人的兩名徒弟說:「想做好兒科醫生,就必要掌握兒童心理科的精要;兒童科病例一半可能是與心理科相關,另一半則可能是醫生們造成的問題。」語不驚人誓不休,戲劇効果強!

 

看過三幾個病人後 - 第一個是一名在學校操場跌斷骨的七歲小男孩,他興致勃勃,在石膏模上畫滿了東西,等醫生確定他沒有震盪傷害後他便可以出院  - ,便來到了攀山意外受傷男孩的榻前,那時先前仍被上一會議耽誤的兒童心理科顧問醫生Dr C也趕到了。「對不起,剛才的會議比我想像的長,但我們保住了我們的茶水部亞姐,她至少明年仍可在這𥚃工作。」電影中,凡是要角,出場總會有些意想不到的說話。

 

鏡頭霎時轉到今日時空中大夫獨呷著以咖啡機自製的一杯飲品,他懷念著那些與深知自己和其他同事飲用喜惡的侍茶亞姐和洽相處的日子,生活似是來得休閒些、雅致些。

 

眼前的男孩面有些瘀,全身繃上了繃帶,給醫院的說詞是在攀山意外中受傷。「在倫敦遭遇攀山意外?!」醫生們大惑不解,大夫對意外就真的是意外的信心也開始動搖了。醫生們發現了保持低調、與受傷男孩同來的皮膚黝黑的小老人,Dr C認得他是隣近影院的放映技師。

 

鏡頭模糊了,轉了去描繪當年英國寄養家庭的狀況和社會背景。提供寄養家庭服務往往是為了賺取可觀的收入,也無需經過嚴格甄辨,曾犯案者也會被接納。

 

鏡頭接著描繪故事幾個角色的生活,及他們彼此之間的關係:

 

放映技師是一位天體運動熱烈擁護者,住在一所新紀元運動公社內,並在那裏結識了Mark(大夫的病人)的母親,Mrs Green

 

Mrs Green自與她患有糖尿病及性無能的丈夫分開後,便搬進了公社。在那𥚃,她床無定處,但卻床第不虛,而Mark這小病人的弄髒情況這時侯停止了。但在這時,新問題卻出現了。

 

Mrs Green的女兒Ruth不肯穿著小紅外衣校服,不肯上學。「我真不知她有什麼問題,我甚至已不惜化費,把它乾洗!是的,我們在公社曾用小紅外衣包裹過一個死嬰。」

 

事情的經過是這樣的 - 有一天技師先生與公社的一名創辦者齟齬,因為他認為那𥚃的性活動太過份了,連他這樣的新紀元人士也忍受不了,結果越吵越大,被即時趕出公社。他匆忙收拾,在其中一間兒童睡房取回一個行李箱,Ruth正在那𥚃。打開行李箱,露出Ruth的校服。Ruth伸手取回,赫然發現紅外衣竟包裹著一個死嬰,驚聲尖叫!警察來了,嬰兒父母因無申報有人死亡被捕了,後來也被

判一年有期徒刑,坐了三個月監。

 

當時社會十分寬容,嬰兒死因無人追究,更離譜的是犯事夫婦竟被批准辦寄養家庭服務。前述攀山意外受傷的孩子就是寄養在這家庭的。

 

Mrs Green充份信任醫治Mark的大夫,央Dr C也讓大夫看RuthDr C便破例准大夫醫治同一家的兩名子女。小插曲 - 膚色歧視不會為個人恩惠或成就而轉移,大夫也無奈 :「那Chinaman為我的Mark作了奇事!」「請你尊重,那位是鄭醫生。」

 

鏡頭又再推遠,描繪當代的彎曲悖謬 - 越戰舆嬉皮士運動交織得像精神病的交集,迷幻藥被爆炸性地使用,音樂劇Hair意外地走紅,新的社會革命席捲而來,穩固的舊秩序從此改變.. 毒品、裸露、褻瀆充斥世間,社會輕看正派,位高權重者或其身不正、或瘋狂貪污,理應以新賦權力維護大眾權益者濫權,理應是財務專家者搞垮了銀行、甚至國家. 崩潰和腐蝕也入侵著家庭,展現在日益嚴重的性虐待和人身虐待中。畫面(文字)留有空間 - 導演(作者)似乎話中有話:究竟他是只話當年,還是也問今天,看官可自行演繹。

 

大夫繼續為Ruth治療,成長於以花為力量的70年代的小孩子可能有認知偏誤,以為死嬰不是被埋葬的,而例必被外衣包裹的。

 

有一天,素來夥拍大夫的社工Miss W興奮地宣佈: Ruth恢復上學了,恭喜你,鄭醫生!」「其實未必是我做了什麼,」大夫想,「只不過Miss W剛好在本地百貨店John Barnes,心血來潮,為Ruth買了一件新校服。」Ruth非常喜歡這件新的紅外衣,告訴Miss W她巴不得馬上穿上,返回學校給同學看。

 

故事的結尾亦反映著蒙太奇手法:

公社解散了,Mrs Green搬回與MarkRuth的父親同住;

受傷男童的寄養家庭父母被判三年監,男童痊愈後得到認真的照顧;

大夫不會輕易忘記貴格會會友Miss W的善行和那件小紅外衣。

 

其實,不只本章下半部的故事,「小紅外衣」整章書都不乏蒙太奇手法;不過,我功力和精力都欠缺,就此打住了。再者,大夫委實是寫書,不是拍電影。我想起在電影技巧叫蒙太奇的,在文學手法中,叫意識流stream of consciousness的應是與之相似。我不是搞文藝的,對這些只是畧有所聞,一知半解,認真考究還是留待其他同學吧!

More: 再寫了一篇,請大家指教。

此外,我有一問題想請教鄭大夫:為什麼心理學和心理專科醫學領域中有這麼多猶太人?


The Cockroach Catcher II: Attempted Living


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Monday, May 26, 2025

GBM: Glioblastoma Multiforme------Pork and Unusual Treatment.

 © Am Ang Zhang 2015   

                                                                                                      
A short while back I blogged about GBM and how an innovative treatment may have helped. Being a doctor Dr Anderson noted this:
My wife, Carmen Alicia, called a local friend, also a cardiologist, who sent us to a nearby hospital; there, an MRI exam revealed a small spot on my brain. The neurologist felt it needed to be biopsied to obtain a tissue diagnosis. I immediately returned to Virginia and went to several specialists, who suggested further testing before I decided to have an invasive brain biopsy. I also had a blood test for cysticercosis, an infection that results from eating undercooked pork contaminated with Tenia solium. This common parasite produces cysts all over the body, including the brain. It is the most common reason for seizures in many countries, particularly in India, where children with seizures are first treated for this disease even before other studies are done. My blood test was strongly positive. I started a course of oral medicine to treat it. The test reassured me.
My later research showed that there may indeed be some association of Tenia and GBM. 



Neurocysticercosis (NC) is the most frequent and widespread human parasitic infection of the central nervous system (CNS). Glioblastoma multiforme (GBM) is a neoplasm of CNS in elderly population and may have a similar clinical and radiologic presentation as of NC. The coexistence of NC and neoplastic intracranial lesion in an individual is a very rare entity. The incidence of NC among intracranial space occupying lesions is reported to be 1.2-2.5%.[1–4] Though cerebral cysticercosis may be associated with glioma,[5] but this rare coexistence of NC and brain tumors puts into question a causal relationship between the 2 diseases. Here we report a case in which glioma and cysticercosis appeared concomitantly, with continuing progression of low grade Glioma to high grade Glioma (GBM, WHO grade IV).


So some religious dogma might actually be good for ones health. 


But watch out, even if you do not eat pork:


Neurocysticercosis in an Orthodox Jewish Community in New York City



All the patients and their families adhered to Orthodox Jewish dietary laws, which forbid the eating of pork. Moreover, T. solium taeniasis due to the ingestion of contaminated pork is extremely unlikely in the United States. Cysticerci were detected in only 3 of more than 83 million hogs examined after slaughter under federal inspection in 1990.
The most likely sources of infection in the patients described in this report were women living and working in the patients' homes who had recently emigrated from Latin American countries where T. solium infection is endemic.

In 2003 the world was in the grip of a new plague that challenged our knowledge of medicine to its limit.

         For the first time, doctors and nurses who were normally in the forefront of the fight against diseases were fighting for survival from SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome), a new and dangerously contagious disease.  The alarm was first raised by its first victim, Carlo Urbani.  He was an Italian physician employed by the World Health Organisation (WHO) and based in HanoiVietnam and he gave the disease its current name. It was as if this newly mutated virus knew what it was on about. Get the doctors as they would be the first who could deal with you. Urbani died. So did some of the medical staff that attended the first few patients.

         Doctors often thought that they would be immune, a God given right I suppose.  Not so this time! The virus obviously knew what it was doing.



A doctor friend had just been diagnosed with GBM (glioblastoma multiforme) grade IV. My hospital librarian had the same tumour and told me that the hospital neurosurgeon got it too. Another close friend who is an ENT surgeon has just been diagnosed with NPC (Nasopharyngeal Carcinoma).

Looks like doctors are no longer as immune as we like to believe and that goes for those that worked closely with doctors like our beloved librarian.                                                                .

More about the DOCTOR I mentioned earlier:

He is a cardiologist for thirty five years, (so not a neurosurgeon then) but with the diagnosis his research unravelled one of the possible reasons for "catching" GBM.
Why?

Why did this tumor happen to me? I never smoked and had had no brain injuries, and there is no history of such tumors in my family. As a cardiologist, I had implanted close to 400 pacemakers in my life and during the procedure was exposed to ionizing radiation (X-rays). In the early days we used portable X-ray machines and gave ourselves some protection by using thin lead gowns. Nowadays, heavy lead gowns are worn, and doctors and technicians protect their thyroid and eyes with shields and glasses. We also use heavy sheets of radiation-protective glass that hang from the ceiling.

At some point in my research, I was surprised by an article by a Johns Hopkins-trained cardiologist who now practices in Israel. He had collected data on 23 invasive radiologists and cardiologists who had developed tumors, of which 17 were GBMs on the left side of the brain. I wrote to the author, who told me that he had learned of several more such cases since his article was published, and he added mine to his file."

GBM

" I had a glioblastoma multiforme (commonly called a GBM) grade IV. This is the most malignant brain tumor; no grade II or III exist. A glioblastoma is what killed Sen. Edward M. Kennedy (D-Mass.) in 2009. While rare, it is the most common of the brain tumors. The prognosis is dismal; on average, patients survive only 14 months after diagnosis even with chemotherapy and radiation. After five years, only 5 percent of patients are still alive."

So depressing.

But wait: The Zapping!

" The Preston Robert Tisch Brain Cancer Center at Duke University has the largest experience on the East Coast with my sort of tumor, so I went there for further consultation and treatment.

As doctors there examined me, it was obvious that my tumor had already grown again; in fact, it had quadrupled in size since my initial chemo and radiation. I was offered several treatments and experimental protocols, one of which involved implanting a modified polio virus into my brain. (This had been very successful in treating GBMs in mice.) Duke researchers had been working on this for 10 years and had just received permission from the FDA to treat 10 patients, but for only one a month."

The procedure:

"I was given the Salk polio vaccine to prevent a systemic polio infection.


At Duke, my skull was opened under local anesthesia and I had the viral infusion dripped through a small catheter directly into the tumor in my brain for six hours."

The result:

"I returned to Duke a month after the infusion, and though an MRI showed some expected swelling, the more significant fact was that the tumor had stopped growing. I have gone back to Duke every two months since then, and the tumor, initially the size of a grape, is now a scar, the size of a small pea. It’s been two years since the initial biopsy and radiation, and one year since the experimental polio viral treatment, and I have no evidence of recurrence nor tumor regrowth.

According to a presentation about the research that the Duke doctors gave last May, the results so far are promising: “The first patient enrolled in our study (treated in May 2012) had her symptoms improve rapidly upon virus infusion (she is now symptom-free), had a response in MRI scans, is in excellent health, and continues in school 9 months after the return of her brain tumor was diagnosed. Four patients enrolled in our trial remain alive, and we have observed similarly encouraging responses in other patients. One patient died six months following ... infusion, due to tumor regrowth.” They added: “Remarkably, there have been no toxic side effects ... whatsoever, even at the highest possible dose.”

That has been true for me. I feel as fit as I was three years ago, before the first symptoms of the glioblastoma made their appearance. I remain only on an anti-seizure medication."


Laoshan China

 © Am Ang Zhang 2011    


Thirty years ago, I saw mountains as mountains, and waters as waters.

When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge, I came to the point
where I saw that mountains are not mountains, 
and waters are not waters. 

Thirty years on,
I see mountains once again as mountains, and waters once again as waters.
                                
 Adapted from Ching-yuan (1067-1120)