A Piece of My Mind Section Editor: Roxanne
K. Young, Associate Editor.
I have trouble falling asleep. At first I have bad dreams, which wake
me up. Then I manage to fall asleep again. Suddenly a new scene floods my
Two small, hunchback, tortured spiral bacteria float beneath the rough,
stormy sea of the stomach. Both remember that their ancestors fought to survive
here a long time ago; some of their cousins desperately fight against the
acidic tide, and only a few relatives are able to catch the plicae and enter
the mucosa.1 Other members of the same
species appear on the surface only temporarily, dying quickly in the acidic-proteolytic
ocean.2 This is, no doubt, the most lonely
place in the world. Suddenly a black cobra winds into the stomach. Light shines
from one end, enabling one to look up into a human eye through a window. This
is an endoscope. From another tunnel a terrible claw reaches out: a forceps.
It bites into tissue and steals a piece containing one of the twisted bacteria.
Mádi-Szabó L. Exclusive Interview With. JAMA. 2002;287(13):1619-1620. doi:10.1001/jama.287.13.1619