Cancer: Our cells against ourselves

Cancer: Our cells against ourselves

Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

Originally published 10 September 2002

Now that bubon­ic plague, small­pox, cholera and many oth­er dis­eases of high mor­tal­i­ty are most­ly things of the past, the Big C looms as the most fright­en­ing way our bod­ies can go wrong.

Those oth­er dis­eases are “them against us,” the “them” being virus­es or bac­te­ria that use our bod­ies as breed­ing grounds. Can­cer seems to be a case of “us against ourselves.”

No one yet knows for sure what is the cause or caus­es of can­cer, but one thing is clear: Can­cer­ous cells are genet­ic cham­bers of hor­rors. Genes that don’t do what they are sup­posed to do. Extra genes. Miss­ing genes. Dam­aged genes. Rearranged genes. A chro­mo­so­mal freak show.

Hered­i­ty is impli­cat­ed in some kinds of can­cer. Envi­ron­ment can be a fac­tor. But what­ev­er gets it going, can­cer cells are cells out of con­trol, a night­mare pop­u­la­tion of mol­e­c­u­lar mutants.

When you think about it, the sur­pris­ing thing is not that cell repro­duc­tion some­times goes wrong, but that it ever goes right.

Our bod­ies con­tain some­thing like a tril­lion cells, and they are repro­duc­ing all the time, some cells dying, oth­ers tak­ing their place. For repro­duc­tion to occur flaw­less­ly, every cell must accu­rate­ly repli­cate its DNA — its full com­ple­ment of genes, dis­trib­uted on 46 chromosomes.

The chro­mo­somes appear as neat lit­tle pack­ages when you see them repro­duced as micropho­tographs on the page of a biol­o­gy book. But each of those lit­tle pack­ages con­tains a ter­ri­ble tan­gle of DNA.

As near­ly every­one knows, the DNA is a long strand-like mol­e­cule — two twist­ed threads of alter­nat­ing sug­ars and phos­phates, linked by pairs of mol­e­cules called bases. The bases are of just four kinds, des­ig­nat­ed A, T, G and C. A always pairs with T; G always pairs with C. It is the sequence of paired bases along the strand that is the genet­ic code for a human being or any oth­er creature.

If DNA had the thick­ness of sewing thread, the total length of DNA in every human cell would stretch near­ly from Boston to New York, or the equiv­a­lent of 1,000 spools of thread tied end to end.

Take all of that thread and crum­ple it into 46 wads (the chro­mo­somes), stuff the wads into a shoe box (the cell nucle­us), and toss the shoe­box into a steam­er trunk filled with noo­dle soup (the cell). Shrink the whole thing down to an invis­i­ble speck and mul­ti­ply by a tril­lion. Then you’ve got the cells in the human body.

When a cell repro­duces, all of that DNA unwinds, split­ting down the mid­dle. Every A finds a T, every T finds an A, and so on, so that each side strand makes a com­ple­men­tary copy of itself, and ulti­mate­ly a full new set of DNA.

At every instant of our lives, tiny pro­tein-based “motors” crawl along the strands of DNA, tran­scrib­ing the code into sin­gle-strand RNA mol­e­cules, which in turn pro­vide the tem­plates for assem­bling the pro­teins that build and main­tain our bod­ies. Oth­er pro­teins help pack DNA neat­ly into the nuclei of cells and main­tain the tidy chro­mo­some struc­tures. Still oth­er pro­tein-based “motors” are busi­ly at work unty­ing knots that form in DNA as it is unpacked in the nucle­us and copied dur­ing cell divi­sion. Oth­ers are in charge of qual­i­ty con­trol, check­ing for accu­ra­cy of repli­ca­tion and repair­ing errors.

We fre­quent­ly hear about the sim­ple ele­gance of DNA, but we sel­dom hear about the asso­ci­at­ed mol­e­c­u­lar machin­ery that ensures that the DNA repro­duces accu­rate­ly, and accu­rate­ly spins out pro­teins. It is not enough that the tril­lion cells in our body do their job; they must do it while keep­ing the genet­ic code intact. When errors start accu­mu­lat­ing, the Big C rears its ugly head.

Accord­ing to a recent spe­cial issue of Sci­ence (July 26, 2002), a big ques­tion for can­cer researchers is whether the pro­lif­er­a­tion of genet­ic abnor­mal­i­ties in can­cer cells is the cause of the dis­ease or the result.

The name for what­ev­er goes wrong is “genet­ic insta­bil­i­ty,” some sort of mon­key wrench in the works that makes can­cer cells more like­ly to devel­op abnor­mal­i­ties than nor­mal cells. Med­ical researchers and mol­e­c­u­lar biol­o­gists are try­ing to fig­ure out exact­ly what it is that goes wrong.

This would be hard enough if the researchers were work­ing on the scale of the 1,000 spools of sewing thread in the shoe box in the steam­er trunk, but this vast and com­pli­cat­ed mol­e­c­u­lar com­merce is tak­ing place in cells that are typ­i­cal­ly 30 times small­er than the peri­od at the end of this sen­tence. Putting a man on the moon is child’s play com­pared to fig­ur­ing out how genet­ic mate­r­i­al keeps itself intact — or fails to do so.

Mean­while, the Big C sits there lick­ing its chops, wait­ing to see if some nor­mal­ly func­tion­ing col­lec­tions of cells (the brains of can­cer researchers) can fig­ure out why oth­er col­lec­tions of cells (the can­cers) run wild­ly amok.

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