Thursday, May 19, 2011
Once you get past the usual explanation in which the patient is blamed, we have a clear case for exposure to micron sized fibers, likely from fabrics since we are also seeing colors. It is most likely a specific fiber, as yet unidentified. Importantly, it is inert to biological attack. That is why it must be eliminated from the body.
This sounds like modern technology to me and possible someone cutting corners in
. Perhaps not but it is necessary to determine
the nature of the material. China
I would also suggest that normal fiber accumulations in house dust could easily produce a handy supply and however the body ingests such, if passing through the bowel is not an option, passing out through the skin is option.
Thus we explain the primary symptom and its apparent modernity.
Anyone who has handled fiberglass knows the sensation felt on bare skin and this is a similar problem. The fiber itself has become too brittle perhaps with age and oxidation and small shards get onto the skin and penetrate too easily.
This indicates that all synthetics need to be tested for this risk under aging conditions.
Morgellons: A hidden epidemic or mass hysteria?
It's a mysterious condition that affects tens of thousands worldwide. But what is it?
The Guardian, Saturday 7 May 2011
Optical image of what sufferers are adamant are morgellons fibres in skin samples - are they made up of alien matter, or are everyday materials the more likely explanation? Photograph: Vitaly Citovsky/Suny at Stony Brook
It all started in August 2007, on a family holiday in
England. Paul had been watching Harry Potter And The Order
Of The Phoenix with his wife and two sons, and he had started to itch.
His legs, his arms, his torso – it was everywhere. It must be fleas in the
seat, he decided.
But the 55-year-old IT executive from
has been itching ever since, and
the mystery of what is wrong with him has only deepened. When Paul rubbed his
fingertips over the pimples that dotted his skin, he felt spines. Weird, alien
things, like splinters. Then, in 2008, his wife was soothing his back with
surgical spirit when the cotton swab she was using gathered a curious
blue-black haze from his skin. Paul went out, bought a £40 microscope and
examined the cotton. What were those curling, coloured fibres? He Googled the
words: "Fibres. Itch. Sting. Skin." And there was his answer. It must
be: all the symptoms fitted. He had a new disease called morgellons. The fibres were the
product of mysterious creatures that burrow and breed in the body. As he read
on, he had no idea that morgellons would turn out to be the worst kind of
answer imaginable. Birmingham
Morgellons was named in 2001 by an American called Mary Leitao, whose son complained of sores around his mouth and the sensation of "bugs". Examining him with a toy microscope, Leitao found him to be covered in unexplained red, blue, black and white fibres. Since then, workers at her Morgellons Research Foundation say they have been contacted by more than 12,000 affected families. Campaign group the Charles E Holman Foundation states there are sufferers in "every continent except
Thousands have written to Congress demanding action. In response, more than 40
senators, including Hillary
McCain and a pre-presidential Barack
Obama, pressured the Centres
For Disease Control And Prevention (CDC) to investigate; in 2006, it
formed a special taskforce, setting aside $1m to study the condition. Sufferers
include folk singer Joni
Mitchell, who has complained of "this weird incurable disease that
seems like it's from outer space... Fibres in a variety of colours protrude out
of my skin: they cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or
mineral. Morgellons is a slow, unpredictable killer – a terrorist
disease. It will blow up one of your organs, leaving you in bed for a
So it's new, frightening and profoundly odd. But if you were to seek the view of the medical establishment, you'd find the strangest fact about this disease: morgellons doesn't exist.
I meet Paul in a pub in a
suburb. He shows me pictures he's collected of his fibres. On his laptop, a
grim parade of images flicks past. There are sores, scabs and nasal hairs, each
magnified by a factor of 200. In each photo there is a tiny coloured fibre on
or in his skin. Birmingham
"Is it an excrement?" he asks. "A byproduct? A structure they live in?" A waitress passes with a tray of salad as he points to an oozing wound. "Is it a breathing pipe?"
Paul absent-mindedly digs his nails into a lesion just below the hem of his shorts. Little red welts pepper his legs and arms, some dulled to a waxy maroon, others just plasticky-white scar tissue.
He has seen an array of experts – GPs, allergy doctors, infectious diseases clinicians and dermatologists. Most end up agreeing with the skin specialist to whom he first took samples of his fibre-stained cotton: his sores are self-inflicted and he suffers from delusions of parasitosis(DOP), a psychiatric condition in which people falsely believe themselves to be infested. This particular form of DOP is thought to be unique, in that it's spread through the internet. Whereas in the past, episodes of mass hysteria were limited to small communities – perhaps the most famous being the witch panic in Salem, Massachusetts in the 1690s – today, imagined symptoms can spread much farther on the web.
Paul is not convinced by this diagnosis. He carries an alcohol hand gel everywhere he goes, has four showers a day and steam-cleans his clothes. The stress leaves him exhausted, short-tempered. He has difficulty concentrating or applying himself at work. His lowest points have been "pretty much feeling like ending it. Thinking, could I go through with it? Probably. It's associated with the times the medical profession have dismissed me. It's just… I can't see myself living for ever with this."
Has he mentioned these thoughts to his doctor?
"No, because talking about things like that adds a mental angle – supports the prognosis of DOP. And it's absolutely a physical condition. I mean, look!"
The evidence on his computer does appear convincing. Much thinner than his body hair, the fibres seem to be protruding from his sores. But what are they? And how did they get there? To find out, I'm heading to the 4th Annual Morgellons Conference in Austin,
to meet a molecular biologist who doesn't believe the medical consensus.
Rather, he argues, the forensic tests he's commissioned on the fibres point to
something altogether more unworldly.
In spring 2005, Randy Wymore, associate professor of pharmacology atOklahoma State University, stumbled across an article about morgellons. Reading about the fibres sufferers believed were the byproduct of some weird parasite, but which were dismissed by dermatologists as humdrum environmental detritus, he thought, "But this should be easy to figure out." He emailed sufferers, requesting samples, then compared them with samples of cotton, nylon, carpets and curtains. Examining them under the microscope, he got a shock. The sufferers' fibres looked utterly different.
Wymore arranged for fibre analysis at the
police department's forensic
laboratory. Moments into his tests, a detective with 28 years' experience of
this sort of work murmured, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like
this." The morgellons particles didn't match any of the 800 fibres on
their database, nor the 85,000 known organic compounds. He heated one fibre to
600C and was astonished to find it didn't burn. By the day's end, Wymore
concluded, "There's something real going on here. Something we don't
understand at all." Tulsa
Last year, he approached several commercial laboratories to run further tests, but the moment they discovered the job was related to morgellons, firm after firm backed out. Finally, Wymore found a lab prepared to take the work. It is these results that will be revealed during the course of the two-day conference.
Dr Greg Smith is covered in waxy scars caused, he says, by morgellons: ‘You feel the sensation of something that’s trying to come out of your skin.’ Photograph: Bartram Nason for the Guardian
An hour south of
Austin, in the lobby of
the Westoak Woods
convention centre, morgellons sufferers from the US,
UK, Spain, Germany
gather by the breakfast buffet. Threads of conversation rise from the hubbub:
"I mix Vaseline with sulphur and cover my entire body"; "The
more you try to prove you're not crazy, the more crazy they think you
are"; "The whole medical community is part of this. I wouldn't
say it's a conspiracy but…" Mexico
Many of the attendees have been diagnosed with DOP, a subject that enrages one of the first speakers – Dr Greg Smith, a paediatrician of 28 years' experience. "Excuse me, people!" he says. "This is morally and ethically wrong! So let me make a political statement, boys and girls." He pulls off his jumper, to reveal a T-shirt reading, "DOP" with a red line through it. "No more!" he shouts above wild applause. "No more!"
Later, Smith tells me he's been a sufferer since 2004. "I put a sweatshirt I'd been wearing in the garden over my arm and there was this intense burning, sticking sensation. I thought it was cactus spines. I began picking to get them out, but it wasn't long before it was all over my body." He describes "almost an obsession. You just can't stop picking. You feel the sensation of something that's trying to come out of your skin. You've just got to get in there. And there's this sense of incredible release when you get something out."
Margot, a midwife from Ramsgate, takes regular saunas in an attempt to relieve her symptoms; in the past, she has gone so far as bathing in bleach. Photograph: Nick Ballon for the Guardian
Smith's exposed skin is covered in waxy scars. Although he still itches, his lesions appear to have healed. If, as morgellons patients believe, the sores are not self-inflicted but caused by fibre-creating parasites, how is this possible? "I absolutely positively stopped picking," he says.
That evening, at a nearby Mexican restaurant, I meet Margot, a midwife from Ramsgate who has resorted to bathing in bleach to rid herself of morgellons. She describes how, armed with times-three magnification spectacles, a magnifying glass and a nit comb, she scraped "black specks" from her hair and face on to sticky labels and took them to a dermatologist. She was diagnosed with DOP. "I'm a midwife," she says. "I take urine samples and blood specimens. So I was taking them a specimen. That's what wrecked my life and career."
Next, I corner Randy Wymore. He is a slim man with a charcoal shirt, orange tie and neatly squared goatee. "We have not yet exactlyreplicated the exact results of the forensics people in
," he admits. So far, the
laboratory has found Wymore's various morgellons fibres to be: nylon; cotton;
a blond human hair; a fungal fibre; a rodent hair; and down, most likely
from geese or ducks. Tulsa
"That's disappointing," I say.
He leans his head to one side and smiles. "It is, for the most part, disappointing, but there was a bunch of cellulose that didn't make sense on one. And another was unknown." There's a pause. "Well, they said it was a 'big fungal fibre', but they weren't completely convinced."
The next day, nursing practitioner Dr Ginger Savely, who claims to have treated more than 500 morgellons patients, leads an informal discussion in the conference room.
Around large circular tables sit the dismissed and the angry. "I've seen a fibre go into my glasses," says one. "I've seen one burrow into a pad," adds another. "One of my doctors thinks it's nanotechnology"; "I was attacked by a swarm of some type of tiny wasps that seemed to inject parts of their bodies under my skin"; "They have bugs on public transport. Never put your suitcase on the floor of a train."
A furious woman with a big scar on her jaw says, "I have Erin Brockovich's lawyer's number in my purse. Don't you think I'm not going to use it."
"But who are you going to sue?" asks a frail, elderly lady two tables away.
The morgellons believers look expectantly at the indignant litigant. "I don't know," she says.
In a far corner, a woman with a round plaster covering a dry, pinkly scrubbed cheek weeps.
I retire to the lobby to await my allotted chat with Savely. I become aware of a commotion at reception. One of the attendees is complaining loudly: "It's disgusting! Bugs! In the bed. I've already been in two rooms…"
When she's gone, I ask the receptionist if, over the weekend, there has been a surge in complaints about cleanliness. "Oh yeah." She leans forward and whispers conspiratorially. "I think it's part of their condition."
Yet, when we speak, Savely is resolute. "These people are not crazy," she insists. "They're good, solid people who have been dealt a bad lot."
A woman approaches the vending machine behind Savely. Between her hand and the handle of her walking stick is a layer of tissue paper.
There is an element of craziness, I suggest.
"OK, there is," she says, "but it's understandable. For people to say you're delusional is very anxiety-provoking. Then they get depressed. Who wouldn't? The next stage is usually an obsessive-compulsive thing – paying attention to the body in great detail. But, again, I feel this is understandable, in the circumstances."
I slip back into the conference room, where Margot is using her £700 Wi-Fi iPad telescope to examine herself. I have an idea.
"Can I have a go?"
Pushing the lens into my palm, I immediately see a fibre. The group around me falls into a hush. "Did you clean your hand?" Margot asks. She fetches an antibacterial wet-wipe. I scrub and try again. I find an even bigger fibre. I wipe for a second time. And find another one. Margot looks up at me with wet, sorry eyes. "Are you worried?" She puts a comforting hand on my arm. "Oh, don't be worried, Will. I'm sure you haven't got it."
Back in London, I find a 2008 paper on morgellons in the journalDermatologic Therapy that describes patients picking "at their skin continuously in order to 'extract' an organism"; "obsessive cleaning rituals, showering often" and individuals going "to many physicians, such as infectious disease specialists and dermatologists" – all behaviours "consistent with DOP". (For treatment, the authors recommend prescribing a benign antiparasitic ointment to build trust, and supplementing it with an antipsychotic.) After finding "fibres" on my own hand, I'm fairly satisfied morgellons is some 21st-century genre of OCD spread through the internet and the fibres are – as Wymore's labs report – particles of everyday, miscellaneous stuff: cotton, human hair, rat hair and so on.
There is one element of the condition that's been niggling, though. Both Paul and Greg's morgellons began with an explosion of itching. Now it's affecting me: the night after my meeting with Paul, I couldn't sleep for itching. I had two showers before bed and another in the morning. All through the convention, I am tormented; driven to senseless scratching. Why is itch so infectious?
I contact Dr Anne Louise Oaklander, associate professor at
and perhaps the
only neurologist in the world to specialise in itch. I email her describing
morgellons, pointing out it's probably some form of DOP. But when we speak, she
knows all about morgellons already. "In my experience, morgellons patients
are doing the best they can to make sense of symptoms that are real. They're
suffering from a chronic itch disorder that's undiagnosed. They have been
maltreated by the medical establishment. And you are welcome to quote me on
that," she adds. Harvard Medical
In 1987, German researchers found itch wasn't simply the weak form of pain it had always been assumed to be. Rather, they concluded itch has its own separate and dedicated network of nerves. And while a pain nerve has a sensory jurisdiction of roughly a millimetre, an itch nerve can pick up disturbances on the skin over three inches away.
Oaklander surmises that itch evolved as a way for humans instinctively to rid themselves of dangerous insects. When a mosquito lands on your arm and it tickles, this sensation is not the straightforward feeling of its legs pushing on your skin. It is, in fact, a neurological alarm system; one that can go wrong for a variety of reasons – shingles, sciatica, spinal cord tumours or lesions, to name a few. In some cases, it can be triggered, suddenly and severely, without anything touching the skin.
This, Oaklander believes, is what is happening to morgellons patients. "That they have insects on them is a very reasonable conclusion because, to them, it feels no different from how it would if there were insects on them. To your brain, it's exactly the same. So you need to look at what's going on with their nerves. Unfortunately, what can happen is a dermatologist fails to find an explanation and jumps to a psychiatric one."
That's not to say there aren't some patients whose problem is psychiatric, she adds. Others still might suffer delusions in addition to their undiagnosed neuropathic illness. Even so, "It's not up to some primary care physician to conclude that a patient has a major psychiatric disorder."
The CDC is due to publish a long-delayed study on the condition and, if it proves Oaklander's theory correct, this would explain a great deal. Why, for example, Greg Smith's lesions stopped developing when he stopped scratching: because they were self-inflicted. Why I found fibres on my hand: because they are picked up from the environment. What's more, if morgellons is not actually a disease but a combination of symptoms that might have all sorts of different maladies as its source, this squares with something Savely said she's "constantly perplexed about… when I find a treatment that helps one person, it doesn't help the next at all. Every patient is a whole new ball game."
I phone Paul and explain the itch-nerve theory.
"I can't see how that relates to the physical condition," he sighs. "I've got marks on my back that I can't even reach. I've not created those by scratching."
I ask how he has been. "Pretty crap, actually. Been forced out of my job. They said it's 'based on my engagement level', and that's down to the lack of energy I've got. I can't sign myself off sick or as having a degraded performance because morgellons is not a diagnosis. There's no legitimate reason for me not to be operating at full speed."
There's a silence.
"Another thing has been destroyed by this disease," he says finally. "And all because morgellons isn't supposed to exist."