RED HAIR A PITFALL FOR CANCER

RED HAIR , A PITFALL FOR SKIN CANCER

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Red heads hold high vulnerability to develop tumors punching their skin. The reason why red heads are unfortified against skin cancers as compared to the other populace is quite their genetic constitution. The pitfall lies in genome being vilified by some new versions of genes which cause skin cancer.

The vile gene is found to be MC1R gene which is the control house for melanin expression. Alterations in this gene hold about 16% causation of skin melanoma in general population where only 1 to 2 % of the world population is comprised of red heads. This is verily a warning for red heads to make them more vigilant against the risk factors.

There are many degrees of variations in MC1R gene in red heads. Some may have a single variant, may be two and even more. Some research by Dr. Adams conducted at the Wellcome Trust Sanger Institute revealed as

“Melanomas from patients with one or two of these variants, have on average, an increased number of mutations associated with 21 years of life in an individual without one of these variants.”

This elucidated the brutal truth for the red heads that their tumor inception can leap about 20 years ahead of a non red head when exposed to sun. The red heads should be on red alert in terms of being exposed to sun.

About 25% of the UK population is a carrier for a single variable gene of the genotype. They hold a façade of being invincible to the sun but they are found to be more prone to get damage to their skin cells. Their traits comprise pale skin, burning of skin, freckles over body and have hair color ranging from brownish to blonde and many hold a tint of red in hair.

Dr Julie Sharp, head of health and patient information at Cancer Research UK envisages the steps that must be taken by red heads and blondes to have their much needed protection: to avoid strong sun, have copious and regular use of sunscreen and use umbrellas , hats and t- shirts to cover their skin.

I can see the destiny of stars mingling with the sounds of vindictiveness… I cannot fathom myself there rising above the skies into the substance of infinity yet I am infinity… with the soul I am carrying I will stay in the universe either walking in the bodily outfit or resting in the divine space..  with what outfit I cannot myself declare… blessed or cursed ??
With the final destination awaiting the arrival of my body my dream goes weak .. my hands go numb.. my storms calm down.. but the peace is not blessed.. it is not peace it is numbness.. it is the decline of art of the soul to manifest through my body.. my soul is getting dark… I cannot find light in the lamps you light all along the terrestrial paths… my luminescence is fading in this terse land… I want to get the sparks back… I want my hands to got that alive to seek for my want or at least for my soul’s want… I cannot abandon my beats… they have left me too.. they make me go alive and content… I am getting dull… something is lacking. 

The happened to date…

     My eyes hath dreamt
     My soul has merged
     My breaths hath leant
     The care imagined

     The dream of fantasy
     The merge of fates
      The breaths of ecstasy
      The care at locked gates..

      The dream’s warmth
      Pacifies my cold
       Ardour gets height
      Maniac moves told

      How much its frozen?
      The hearth I owe
       The fall of unison
       The flickering woe

       With the least causality
       I hold my frame
       My dying sensuality
       Daggers all my tame

       I have fallen erect
        With the eyes wild
       The will up stead
        All cuts only mild
       

     

     

Tête à tête

   The unsaid
    All sounds lame
    My voice has word
    Can I claim?
 
   The unheard
    Can you hear?
    The voice struggles
     Can you stay here?

     My voice lags
     Your rigid spell
     The air drags
      The words, to tell !

      The wisdom seeks
       To hold the air
      My wind peaks
       Drifting its gear…

      The still untold
       The mystery  of thee
       My mind still behold
       All storms of plea…

      
    
     

    

    
 
    
   
   

Mighty gaze

    The forever vanity
     The eyes of thee
     The cajoling temerity
     Thou cast upon me

     The way we confront
     The silence nettles
     The denial of want
     The desire rattles

      The merciful moments
      Our gaze looms
      The bloom of sentiments
       The rigid spell dooms

       Stay here by me
       Your pleading need
       My wings to free
       Grant of your heed Continue reading

At destination threshold

she stood enmeshed in the fluorescence of the
majestic sunshine as her head was turning to accede to her
utmost destination.. she faced the rising sun
with her gleaming eyes… the signs of gleefulness
settled on her face as the light rays penetrated
her skin and the radiance reflected back from her
hands and face… with her covered body she could
reflect all the energy her destination throwing over
her… glorifying her existence..
all the finesse the destination sought was finding its way to
get absorbed into her blood and the art , the mystery of success and fulfillment was
flowing throw her vein ,  nullifying all the bad that had
entered it, all the chaos was ending.. her heart was constraining the
majestic sobs of spirit and achievement while
her spine was stiffening her entire body to end all
shakiness the ritual of salvation from the denial
of self recognition was presenting… and the air squeezed through her breaths to
steady her beats whilst the warmth of the sun
bloomed her skin to be ready to enter the realm of her dreams and the salvation was
complete and honored by her fate…

The whole attire of my passion is not virtual enough to let the reality reveal..
I was wholly freckled some time ago with guilt but time has taken the blemish away..
That blemish awakened my spirits.. it gave me strange satisfaction as I reckoned over its depth… I was settled in storms then.. I had no ship.. I did not know to swim or to get to some island.. I was being defeated by strong waves but I never drowned…
Where is that ignition of passion on which I thrive… I cannot search you because your essence is humiliating.. I cannot approach the fire .. it can burn my beauty… I cannot withstand your cruel flames.. my passion.. your death saves my life but kills my happiness. I cannot embrace the adversity of heart without your heat…
Give me some heat my passion.. I want you…

The whole attire of my passion is not virtual enough to let the reality reveal..
I was wholly freckled some time ago with guilt but time has taken the blemish away..
That blemish awakened my spirits.. it gave me strange satisfaction as I reckoned over its depth… I was settled in storms then.. I had no ship.. I did not know to swim or to get to some island.. I was being defeated by strong waves but I never drowned…
Where is that ignition of passion on which I thrive… I cannot search you because your essence is humiliating.. I cannot approach the fire .. it can burn my beauty… I cannot withstand your cruel flames.. my passion.. your death saves my life but kills my happiness. I cannot embrace the adversity of heart without your heat…
Give me some heat my passion.. I want you…