El tamaño del cerebro no es importante

 Un francés de Marsella vivió 44 años con un cerebro reducido al 10%. Su CI es de 75, desarrolló una vida y trabajos normales  y no supo de su discapacidad hasta que fue internado enel hospital por algunos dolores de cabeza. Al realizarce los estudios se descubrió que la mayor parte de su cerebro era un inmenso hueco negro.

El hombre nació con hirocefalia y tuvo un drenaje hasta los 14 años edad en la que le fue extraído, por lo demás nunca supo de lo que sucedía en el interior de su craneo.

Tiny Brain No Problem for French Tax Official

Something that many people secretly believed has been confirmed: You don’t actually need a brain to work in a tax office. A French civil servant has been found to have a huge cavity filled with fluid in his head — yet lives a completely normal life.

The commonly spouted wisdom that people only use 10 percent of their brain power may have been dismissed as a myth, but one French man seems to be managing fine with just a small fraction of his actual brain.

In fact the man, who works as a civil servant in southern France, has succeeded in living an entirely normal life despite a huge fluid-filled cavity taking up most of the space where his brain should be.

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Neurologists at the University of Marseille described the incredible case in the latest edition of the medical journal Lancet published Friday.They describe how the 44-year-old man went to the hospital in 2003 because he felt a mild weakness in his left leg. When the doctors went to look at his brain to see if the problem lay there, they found, well, pretty much nothing but a great black hole.

Scans of the man's brain show the huge fluid-filled chamber and the thin sheet of actual brain tissue.

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Scans of the man’s brain show the huge fluid-filled chamber and the thin sheet of actual brain tissue.

The man told the hospital that as a child he had suffered from hydrocephalus (also known as “water on the brain”), a condition in which an abnormal ammount of cerebrospinal fluid accumulates in the brain cavities, causing pressure inside the skull. To treat the condition, a valve known as a “shunt” had been inserted in his head to drain away the fluid when he was a six-month old baby. It was removed when he was 14.This information prompted the doctors to give him a computed tomography scan (CT) and a magnetic resonance imaging scan (MRI). They then saw that there was what they — somewhat euphemistically — called a “massive enlargement” of the lateral ventricles, chambers that hold the fluid which cushions and protects the brain and which are usually tiny.

Dr. Lionel Fuillet, who headed the team that treated the man, told the Agence France Presse agency that a huge cavity had built up filled with fluid, while a thin sheet of functioning brain tissue, the proverbial grey matter, “was completely pushed back to the inner walls of the cranium.”

Tests showed that the man’s IQ is 75 — the average is 100 — but he was not considered physically or mentally disabled. Fuillet said that his condition had not impared his development or his socialization. He is married with two children and works in the tax office — which is perhaps not the most “taxing” of jobs.


“The case is extreme, but there are other cases of patients with incredibly little brain matter,” Florian Heinen, a brain development expert at the Dr. von Hauner’s Children’s Hospital at Munich University, explained to the Süddeutsche Zeitung. “Obviously these few nerve cells can achieve just as much as the millions more cells that other people have.” smd/reuters/afp

En el camino de Santiago

Un pedrisco adecuado – del tamaño de bolas de billar- bajando de Roncesvalles te va colocando en situación: al llegar a Larrasoaña decides que esto no es lo tuyo y que en el próximo bus te vas a casa; pero amanece y sigues caminando: las babosas del camino asombran; pasar Pamplona te da para cuestionarte cualquier cosa porque ya una cosa sabes, con certeza legendaria: no abandonarás jamás hasta llegar a Santiago, puerta santa a las siete y media de la mañana arrastrando una pierna con un tobillo roto tan sólo un rato después: al bajar la escalera de la plaza de La Quintana ves y tienes presente cada momento del camino; tan sólo han sido mil kilómetros y la mochila ya es parte de ti, así como el tobillo reventado, que te hizo parar en Logroño, a tomar aire en una plaza a la izquierda de la catedral donde la más espectacular rubia que vieron los tiempos te indicó el camino al albergue: claro, pareces un pordiosero pero tu aun no serás consciente de ello más que cuando para celebrar el roto tobillo y tu obligatoria parada te vas a comer adecuadamente y preguntando llegas a un sitio que se llama “en Ascuas” y al entrar una mujer guapa te mira estupefacta y giras la mirada a la derecha y un comedor lleno de gente vestida bien te mira sin querer mirarte: en camiseta bañador sandalias un tobillo arrastrando y aspecto de casi todo menos de algo miré a la mujer y le dije “perdone” porque en ese momento te das cuenta de que estas en el camino y no en la realidad y debes mantenerte fuera: el tiempo de girar hacia la puerta la mujer preguntaba “es usted peregrino” cuando por las pintas era mas de pedir limosna (me la dieron dormido en la escaleras de la catedral de Burgos, fui tan burro que la dejé en el cepillo de la catedral)….

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