Letting go of mysteries


Thanks to Cath, for inviting me to play! I’ve followed a circuitous path through science–college major in biology, grad school, postdoc. . . and then a stint as a stay-at-home mother, followed by a year as a scientific writer/editor at non-profit research institution.  I am now back at the laboratory bench as a postdoctoral fellow.  I hope to stay in the research lab, but one never knows where one’s path will lead. . .

I’ve crossposted this from my personal blog at The Bean Chronicles.  I think it describes a near-universal experience for scientists.  Perhaps some of you will share your own experiences ? 


In this business, I have begun to learn to let go of mysteries.

In graduate school, my lab studied a large family of signaling proteins. We were particularly focused upon one particular subunit of a heterotrimeric signaling complex. The “gamma” subunit comes in many flavors or isoforms—twelve different isoforms, the last time I checked. Why? This was the burning preoccupation of my PI. Why so many isoforms? These subunit variants have little amino acid sequence similarity (between 15-30%) and are all exquisitely conserved across mammalian evolution. That suggests that there are important functional differences between these isoforms. But what the hell are those differences? What are these protein subunits really doing in the cell? Why, my PI would frequently say with exaggerated frustration, are there so many of them? It’s been over ten years since I left that lab, and the answer is still unknown. My old lab has made important progress on the function of some of these proteins, but my old PI’s question is essentially unanswered. It was a question that preoccupied me for a while, but I long ago left that field. The answers will not come from me.


During my first postdoc, I became absorbed by a different set of questions. And in the year before I left that lab, I made some interesting observations. Overexpression of a certain gene in a certain cell line led to striking changes in cell morphogenesis: the cells were suddenly able to form long branching tubules that could invade through extracellular matrix. Why? How the hell did they do that? Interesting, my PI at the time commented, and then remarked that he had no clue what it meant or how to pursue the finding. My time in that lab was limited; my fellowship funding had just run out, and I would be out the door in a few months. There was simply no time to follow up on my discovery. It was a mystery that would be left unpublished, unanswered.


The image of those branching tubules from my first postdoc has stayed with me. When I joined my current lab, I decided to make use of the cell system I had learned during my first postdoc. And I realized that some of the cell lines I had made during that first postdoc would be perfect controls for experiments I was planning for my second postdoc. I further realized that this was a chance to solve old mysteries: the assays I had planned for my new project could also be applied for that old project I had abandoned. I would crank all my cell lines (old and new) through the assays together; I’d get two papers for the price of one! I told my new PI my idea, and he gave me his enthusiastic support. I wrote my old postdoc PI a long e-mail, catching him up on my career transitions, asking him for my old cell lines, and outlining a collaboration and project proposal.   His response was characteristically brief and to the point:  “Great to hear from you. Happy to send the cells.”

Well, you may have guessed how this ends. In theory it sounds easy to process multiple cell lines together through complicated assays; it sounds easy to balance different projects. It is, most of us find, not that easy. Especially when my primary project began taking on intriguing new dimensions. The work from my first postdoc did indeed serve as useful controls, but they have not served for anything more.

“We need to look over your goals,” my current PI said shortly after the new year. He’s big on making goals in writing and revisiting them regularly. We looked over the list of goals I’d written in the fall. One of the first was to complete that project from my first postdoc lab, and get out a minor publication on it. “I think we’re going to have to drop this one,” I said regretfully.

“You don’t want to do it anymore?” he asked.

“I would LOVE to do it,” I answered. “But I just don’t think we can.”

“It would benefit you more than me,” he said honestly. “I think you’re right. I don’t like having my people drop their goals, but you’re right.”

I don’t like it either, but my primary project, the R01-funded project that funds me and this lab, is the one of primary importance. It’s the project that will help determine, in a few year’s time, whether or not this assistant professor gets his R01 renewed and this lab survives. And that primary project has taken off. It’s soaring. And it’s in a wide open field—I have no competitors (that I know of). That side project I dreamed of, an old observation of branching cells? It’s in a competitive area, and the work involved to bring it to publication would be a risky commitment, and far more than I can afford.

So I find myself again saying goodbye to a past mystery, even while the mysteries of my current project deepen. I wonder if anyone will follow up on that long-ago observation I made in my first postdoc? Nothing has been published on it. Perhaps no one has yet noticed the effect?

That old mystery may someday be solved. But—like the mysteries of my grad school lab–it will not be by me.

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I am a postdoctoral researcher in cancer biology in the American Midwest. I am also a mother, wife, and sometime writer.
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6 Responses to Letting go of mysteries

  1. Steve Caplan says:

    Nice post, Beanmom-welcome! I think you have a very practical approach to science. I once attended a seminar by Judah Folkman, who said “There is a very fine line between determination and pig-headedness”. He was talking about a postdoc who worked for 7 years to purify an angiogenesis factor. In this case he stayed with it and succeeded–but if he hadn’t succeeded?
    Being able to “let go” and emotionally detach yourself from preliminary findings is a good quality for an aspiring scientist.

  2. Cath@VWXYNot? says:

    Yay, Bean-Mom! Excellent post!

    I used to say that if I ever won the lottery (which would be a miracle, given that I buy a ticket maybe twice year) it might be nice to buy a microfuge, PCR machine, cell culture hood, luminometer, and just… tinker with stuff, for fun. I’m really interested in the evolution of gene promoter sequences, but as you can imagine there’s not a whole lot of funding in that field. There are a couple of minor unanswered questions from my postdoc that could be answered with a bit of reporter gene promoter mutation…

    Now, having been out of the lab for a good few years, I feel no compulsion at all to pick up a pipette for fun. But if I win the lottery, maybe I can pay a postdoc or two to do it for me while I travel the seas on my luxury yacht 🙂

  3. cromercrox says:

    Why, my PI would frequently say with exaggerated frustration, are there so many of them?

    Did anyone ask why there were so few?

  4. bean-mom says:

    Steve–thanks for your kind comment! I’ve heard that quote from Judah Folkman, although not in person–never had the chance to hear the great man speak. There is indeed a fine line, which must differ depending on the person and project =) And unfortunately, I think that line is getting shorter and shorter in this tight funding climate. I don’t know think any postdoc could afford to bang his/her head on the wall like that for 7 years without results now; without solid results and publications in 7 years, a postdoc would most likely be booted right out of science these days.

    Cath–pipeting is fun, but hiring someone else to do it (with the promise to show me all the big results first) sounds even more fun. If I win the lottery, can I cost-share that postdoc and luxury yacht with you? (but it has to be a big yacht, as I’m prone to seasickness like Steve).

    Cromercrox/Henry–no, the idea that there were “too few” isoforms never entered out heads. We were all too dazzled by my PI’s viewpoint..

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