It's true, and for the first time a peer-reviewed article has shown it.
"Scientists in California have shown that it is possible to used human neural stem cells to repair spinal cord injury in mice. Debate has surrounded whether stem cells actually helped in spinal cord repair. The new research shows that when the cells were removed, the repairs disappeared."
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4854902
And that's just one more reason why I cannot stand the thought of another 3+ years of George W. Bush.
Bush was inaugurated in Jan 2001.
Two months later my husband took our 5th-grader skiing, misjudged a turn, and broke his neck.
On August 9th, 2001, after dithering for a long 9 months, George decided that his conscience wouldn't allow the dozens of stem cell research projects then in the pipeline at NIH to go forward. August 9th, as it happens, is our wedding anniversary.
My husband sat slumped in front of the tube in his wheelchair with his useless right hand curling into his palm, listening to that stupid, spoiled fool make a speech about compassion and morality.
Later that evening, we took our kid to the beach. I helped him into the car, strapped him in, dismantled the chair, and set the pieces in the back seat of the car. When we got there, all of that in reverse, and then I pushed him along the path until we were as close to the water as we could get.
She played with the dog in Lake Washington. He sat in his wheelchair watching, looking as old as his own grandfather. I sat on a bench next to the wheelchair and tried not to be full of despair and hate.
Now comes this study, underwritten by private money donated to the Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation . . . too late for that brave heart. Too late for my kids to get back the last 4 semi-fatherless years.
Okay, so don't get me wrong--we moved on. We work, and we're active politically, and we go to church, and we travel, and yes, we read kos. I've never written a diary before tonight; you were the people I thought would understand the depth of my rage at this incompetent ass of a president.