Phew, that was 2021

It feels like we’ve all been underground.  My sense of time is shot completely.  It’s like it’s permanently Twixmas, you know, that time between Christmas and the New Year, when, if you fell off your bike and found yourself in hospital with a nice nurse trying to check your mental capacity with a bright ‘what day of the week is it?’, you’d fail dismally because you’d have no clue.  It’s been like that all this year.  One week slid into another and suddenly it was Christmas and with Omicron rampant, it didn’t feel like there’d been a year in between.  We were all still in the same fever dream.

I’ve worked harder this year than I’ve ever worked in my life.  True, there has been virtually no travel.  What little there was turned into a nightmare of apprehension about forms, tests and whether the rules had changed since you last looked.  Every country was different.  For instance,  I found myself testing twice a day in a TV studio in Germany.  To prove we were negative, we were given green wristbands to wear.  Sadly I was filming using greenscreen and my hand seemingly floated free from my arm until I was reluctantly given permission to take it off.  I didn’t need a test to get into Germany which at the time had super low levels of COVID, but bizarrely I did to return to the UK where COVID cases were then about five times higher.  I had to abandon Chicago altogether when the Omicron surge made getting a test almost impossible – not fun if you absolutely had to have one in order to get on the plane home.

I’ve missed my son Ellis, whom I haven’t seen for over 2 years as he has been hunkered down in Sydney, able to get to the UK but not able to return to Oz for his job, without two weeks in a startlingly expensive (and according to Novak Djokovic not very nice)  quarantine hotel.  But on the bright side, my stepdaughter Hannah finally married her beau, Alex Thorpe after two thwarted attempts – and the fabulous day was worth the wait.

So what was good about 2021? On the corporate side I loved working with the myasthenia gravis community and the rare disease team at UCB where I found a genuine respect for the patient voice.  I had a ball interviewing what seemed like hundreds of CEOs of fascinating companies in health, future transport and most intriguingly cannabinnoids for Edison TV in their association with the Stock Exchange. I found myself back working with L’Oreal and their science teams at Lancome, Cerave and La Roche-Posay.  A real highlight was interviewing a hero of mine – the great Anthony Fauci for the G7 Vaccine Confidence Summit in June which I had the honour to host.  And oh, the bizarreness that COVID imposes on these major events. It was me at the Science Museum, on my own for most of the time, yet with a massive crew of hundreds of tech folk and translators reaching out to the contributors and audience across the world. Respect to everyone involved for pulling it off.

The participant panel at Genomics England have grown into a wonderful, cockle warmingly insightful and astute group that make me proud every time I’m with them.  Genomics England’s whole genome sequencing for newborn screening programme began in 2021 with a terrific public dialogue in which the public told us that they wanted us to do a pilot, told us what their red lines were (for instance, parents must be offered support) and finally said very firmly indeed that we were not to mess it up as they thought it was really important. We’ve got the message, don’t worry.  And the newborns team at Genomics England headed by Alice Tuff-Lacey is outstanding. Finally, in this part of my life – the dream team of Professor Anna Middleton, Julian Borra and Kate Orvis of PPP began a journey towards socialising the genome.

The science that intrigued me this year – apart from genomics, T cells and spike proteins of course?  The EASD meeting introduced me to the notion of being able to modify the course of Type 1 diabetes in young children with microbiome supplementation and an interview with Israeli company Evogene revealed that they think they can increase the effectiveness of some cancer drugs from 25% to 75% simply by modifying the gut biome. Work with Rejuveron and an event with the great Dame Linda Partridge introduced me to anti-aging research – which I think should be called healthspan research.

And if I haven’t mentioned you or your event here, it is not because I didn’t value or remember it – it’s most likely because I thought it happened in 2019.  COVID time can’t come to an end quickly enough.

 

People Powered Genomics

As Head of Engagement at Genomics England, one of the things that has been occupying my time of late is the extensive public dialogue on genomic medicine prompted by the Chief Medical Officer’s report ‘Generation Genome’.  We published a report on the work on 29th April 2019.  It makes compelling reading. But what did it tell us and how does it inform next steps?

Genomic medicine is both like every other sort of medicine and unlike it.

Your genome cannot be analysed or interpreted without comparing it to the genomes (and their associated clinical data) of thousands of other people.  So the potential of genomics cannot be realised without the collection, storage and appropriate sharing of vast amounts of information.  Without public trust and confidence, these are not possible.  Also, genomics brings research and clinical care together in a new way.  And its potential benefits depend on a faster pace of learning and degrees of uncertainty and open endedness not seen elsewhere in medicine.

In her 2016 Annual Report, Generation Genome, Chief Medical Officer Dame Sally Davies outlined what these changes might mean for the way the NHS works in the future, and what the obligations and responsibilities of professionals and patients might be.  She called for a re-thinking of this social contract and asked Genomics England to develop a public dialogue focusing on consent, the way information is used in the care of patients and their families, and the responsibilities of both professionals and health systems.

Genomics England, the Scottish Genomes Partnership and Sciencewise (part of UKRI) funded the project and commissioned Ipsos Mori to undertake an inclusive and comprehensive public dialogue.  The project was guided by an Oversight Group, chaired by Professor Anna Middleton.  The full report, A public dialogue on genomic medicine: time for a new social contract? is available on the Genomics England website.

The timing was perfect.  Genomics England had recently completed the sequencing of 100,000 genomes and the NHS is beginning the rollout of its Genomic Medicine Service.

So what does the public think?  There was both confirmation and surprises.

Of little surprise was that the phrase ‘social contract’ has almost no resonance, despite the understanding of the ‘deal’ with the NHS being clearly understood and often eloquently articulated.

In a nutshell, it is solidarity, reciprocity, and altruism.

The strong feeling is that we’re all in it together, making contributions from taxation so that all can receive NHS services free at the point of delivery equally, regardless of the ability to pay.  We accept triaging across the system so that resource is allocated fairly.  We understand that we have responsibilities – like turning up for appointments or taking the medicines we’ve been prescribed but expect that we will be offered the most appropriate evidence-based treatments and that there will be no postcode lottery.  And we’re altruistic, wanting to benefit others, for instance through blood donation but also by helping future generations where possible.

In this, as in other dialogue, two elements which are part of the NHS, are rarely mentioned by participants – involvement in research and the involvement of companies in developing new medicines and diagnostics.  Both are an essential part of realising genomic medicine’s potential.

For genomic medicine, the core values of solidarity, reciprocity, and altruism are essentially the same but with some additions to the current ‘deal’, one major change and some red lines.

In a new genomic NHS future, the line between reciprocity and altruism is no longer distinct.  Here you give but you expect something back in the sense of benefits for your family and their descendants.  This calls for a policy and practice road map which lays out the role of the genomic medicine service, laying out explicitly issues such as the way ‘data volunteers’ might be rewarded both in the short and long term.   A finding which might surprise, given some recent rhetoric, is that whilst genomics is seen as a collective endeavour in which donation is usual, ‘free riders’ (those not donating data but benefiting from the gift of others) should not be censured or denied care.  Nor should donation of data be mandatory.

If the public donates their data there is a clear expectation that policymakers design a system in which data is secure.  Industry involvement is acceptable provided that there is not disproportional benefit or profiteering, with benefit driven straight back into the NHS system.    The public expects a framework to be in place to ensure equitable access for all NHS patients and that longer-term outcomes are beneficial to all.

One major change is envisaged.  At present, clinicians only share data with those directly involved in patient care but in genomics, results have implications for other family member and participants want to empower clinicians to make the final decision on disclosing information to them. They recognised that there was a trade-off between complete confidentiality and benefits to themselves and others.

Clear red lines on unacceptable uses of genomic data

  • for genetic engineering of humans
  • for use in a surveillance society
  • for administrative and political use (for instance to deny access to state-funded benefits)
  • for predictive insurance tests
  • for targeted marketing

The public wants clear assurance that there will be a robust governance framework which assures that these red lines are not crossed.  Providing this is the case and with robust safeguards relating to data security and de-identification, they are relaxed about their data being used in health research.  Consent is essential but they are pragmatic about some future uses being unknowable.

What does this mean for the future?

This dialogue has some clear messages for future communication.  The first and most important is that this is a collective national endeavour which needs us all and benefits us all.  This is not in the sense of a service like the organ donor system, but rather as a collective national ‘moonshot’. This narrative should be implemented as soon as possible.

There is a great need for education to ensure genomic literacy amongst NHS professionals.  But education for the public should focus on the benefits and the collective endeavour, rather than a narrow understanding of genomic terms.

Participants were excited and enthused by a genomic future.  It is important not to over-hype and to transmit the message that genomics will change healthcare in ways that cannot be predicted.

This dialogue demonstrates that even if the term social contract is not understood, its essence is embraced and accepted in people powered genomics.

 

 

 

Peony Love

Peonies.  Oh, how I love them.

Let me talk you through some of my favourites….the first to appear is a little species peony called Paeonia Corsica.  It’s little with grey-green leaves and reddish stems but the flower is astonishing on such an insignificant plant.  It is a big blousy cerise pink with a shock of yellow anthers and purple stamens, and it is native to, well, the name is on the tin, Corsica, and Sardinia.

Another favourite of these species peonies (this just means the wild type – as in, they are native wild plants somewhere – is Paeonia cambessedesii, which has a slightly less knock out flower but is taller with a more pronounced red to the stems and leaves that look vaguely metallic.  This comes from another rocky place, Majorca.  They thrive in my stony Cotswold garden, despite being half frozen to death in the winter.

But for an instant love affair, clock Molly the Witch.  Her proper name is Paeonia Mloskevitchii but given no-one can say it, let alone spell it, she gets a nickname.  I have several big clumps, one had 37 flowers on it this year.  The flowers are lemon yellow, papery and simply gorgeous.  Teeny things, years from flowering, sell in some garden centres for £20.  In my garden, they seed all about the place and I have to pull them up.  Another thing I love about them is that they are harbingers of Spring.  When the weather is just warming up, their big fat purplish shoots muscle up from bare earth and slowly unfurl.

Finally, here’s an example of what is called intersectional peonies – these are crossed between tree peonies (woody eight footers usually with yellow flowers) and herbaceous peonies (the pink or red ones that appear in June).  Think of Lady Gaga at the Met Ball in her pink number and this is the peony equivalent.  Again, they are really expensive to buy unless you get tiny ones (which I did) and are patient.  My history with this type of peonies is not happy.  I had one in a pot, grown from a twig, which was finally sporting a big fat bud.  To my horror, I saw my youngest son, then about 4 years old, who had not only found a pair of garden shears but was demonstrating his ability to cut things with them.  He chopped the peony off at the base before I could sprint from the kitchen and rugby tackle him.  He then bought me the bud in triumph at his accomplishment.  Reader, the whole peony plant died so seeing this one so floriferous fills me with joy.

I am in mourning.  My greenhouse has just been knocked down and I am finally exchanging its holes and leaks and wonkiness for a brand new model.  It meant I had to empty it.  I even shocked myself at how much was in it.  My kitchen is now crammed as frosts haven’t quite gone away and I am not a popular girl.

September Garden Update

What about the garden this year? It was the strangest of weather.

We had the Beast from the East (a snowstorm) in March. Around us, there are many open fields interspersed with hidden small roads. Strong Winds from the East blew the modest layer of snow off the fields, dumping it in the lanes in huge grubby piles. We were completely cut off for 2 days and the snow drifts in the garden persisted for nearly 2 weeks. It delayed Spring, which then came and went in a couple of weeks to be followed by scorching drought for months. Continue reading September Garden Update

Berlin, Beijing, Brussels and Beyond

You know how Dr. Who always starts with something weird happening? Like unexpected plagues of spiders or people behaving strangely? I’m expecting Jodie Whittaker, the fab new doctor, to appear at any moment now because, in my life, time has been collapsing. For how else to explain that it is suddenly November, with jingle bells and sleighs appearing in every shop front? It was only May last time I looked.
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Tasseled Hats and Fancy Gowns

What a great day!  I was very touched and honoured to receive a Doctor of Science honoris causa of St George’s Hospital Medical School – an honorary degree which, in case you were beginning to worry, doesn’t give me licence to do proper doctoring, dispense medicines etc.  Phew, said my sister, whom I subjected to much pretend doctoring as a child.  As you can see, dressing up acquired a whole new meaning as I got a very splendid gown plus a Harry Potter style sorting hat complete with stylish tassel.
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Fish, Brains and Dancing

Sometimes I have weeks which are memorable on several counts.  Well, here’s a corker. I found myself making a film about Alzheimer’s with some extraordinary scientists, had a day of fishy surprises in Stirling’s Institute of Aquaculture, and finally found myself dancing with Darcey –  yes, her Strictly Dameship herself – on stage, in front of a couple of hundred people.
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January Garden Journal

I’m surrounded by seed and plant catalogues because this is the time of year when I reflect on what worked and what didn’t in the garden and decide what to grow next year.  I have to start by confessing that I don’t learn.  In fact, I am remarkably similar to the pheasant I spotted taking seed from the feeder today.  Every time he pecked it, it swung back and hit him.  But he still staggered forward for another peck, undeterred.  Why don’t I learn for instance that if you plant 20 courgette plants, you will get 20 tons of courgettes?  And I don’t mean those cute little ones either.  The cuties hide under leaves and morph overnight into monster marrows that are no good to anyone except as assault weapons.  How many did I plant this year? Oh yes, dear reader, 20.  And boy did they do well.  Can I report my faves?  Bianca di Trieste (a little pale one), Romanesco (striped and ribbed) and Soleil (yellow).  You can get all of them as seeds from Sarah Raven.  I also like Nero di Milano which is a very deep and shiny dark green.
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