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A Spotlight on the
History of Ancient
Egyptian Medicine
Global Science Education
Professor Ali Eftekhari
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A Spotlight on the
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Introduction, ix
Acknowledgments, xi
Author, xiii
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REFERENCES, 185
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Acknowledgments
† Deceased.
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Chapter 1
1
2 ◾ A Spotlight on the History of Ancient Egyptian Medicine
Some may not agree and may consider these ideas old-fashioned,
so I quote from Goethe:
Any physician in the world has but one aim, which is to cure or
improve the patient’s condition and to achieve for him a healthy
life. One has to use a remedy, as effective as possible, no matter
where it originated, to benefit all of humanity.
One of the foremost pioneers of Anglo-American medicine, Sir
William Osler, wrote the following in the preface to History of
Medicine by Dr Neuburger (1910) of Vienna:
’Tis time
New hopes should animate the world, new light
should dawn from new revealings to a race,
weighed down so long, forgotten so long.
handed the lit torch and they made it brighter and made the way
clearer. Just like what we have in modern times, our ancestors
had in ancient times the same aim, namely the protection of the
human race.
It is clear now that the study of the history of medicine is quite
a useful one, although unfortunately it was relatively neglected
until the twentieth century. Fortunately, there are eminent schol-
ars who combined Egyptology with the history of medicine in
ancient Egypt. Just to mention a few: Paul Ghalioungui, Hassan
Kamal, Hanifa Moursi, Naguib Riad and Fayyad- all from Egypt,
J. Worth Estes from England, Bruno Halioua and Bernard
Ziskind from France, Cornelius Stetter from Germany. In this
text, the focus will be on ancient Egyptian medicine, particularly
highlighting the history of cardiovascular diseases, which remain
very common in modern times as outlined in the chapter on their
epidemiology. As previously mentioned, the history of medicine
and the history of civilization are intertwined. It is therefore of
great importance to students of medicine to understand Egyptian
history. The study of ancient Egyptian history has attracted
many world scientists, who coined the term Egyptology. This is
a vast branch of history, which demands in-depth specialization.
However, for our purpose, the history of ancient Egyptian medi-
cine will be summarized briefly in the following pages.
In Dynasty IV, the divinity, and hence the authority, of the king
became absolute as never before or since. A series of pyramids
were built that culminated in the Great Pyramid of Khufu (Gk.:
Cheops) at Giza (c. 2650 B.C.). Other manifestations of civiliza-
tion were achieved, e.g. sculpture, painted reliefs, furniture, and
jewelry (see The Great Pyramid by P. Smyth, 1995). In his book The
Secrets of the Great Pyramid, P. Tombkins (1996) gives a descrip-
tion of the Great Pyramid, its structure, engineering, scientific
theories, astronomical observatory, and astrological observatory.
8 ◾ A Spotlight on the History of Ancient Egyptian Medicine
* Punt: far away to the southeast of Egypt in the latitude of Eritrea and Somaliland was
a mysterious land known to the Egyptians since the fifth dynasty. It produced ebony,
resin, and other goods. It was visited by Egyptian trading expeditions. The Queen of
Punt was depicted in a relief from Queen Hatshepsut;s temple at Deir el-Bahri.
Why Study the History of Medicine? ◾ 9
(94 years) of Pepi II. By the time of his death, the glorious epoch
of the Old Kingdom came to an end.
* Bietak, Manfred: Avaris, capital of the Hyskos. London: British Museum, 1996.
Why Study the History of Medicine? ◾ 11
imperial god Amun and its hierarchy (see Akhenaton in the chap-
ter on religion). Then he broke completely with all gods and pro-
claimed Aton (manifested in the sun-disc) as the sole god. He left
Thebes and moved to a newly built city near Menya. His revolu-
tion was also against the long-established conventions of art and
even language.
Akhenaton became so preoccupied with his revolution that
Egypt’s hold on Syria and Palestine slackened and the local
princes conflicted with one another. The Hittites, in Asia
Minor, took over northernmost Syria and imposed their rule
on Amurru, in central Syria; vast territories of the empire were
thus lost. During the religion revolution, which is well doc-
umented by Breasted, poems (psalms) pertaining to the new
religion were written. A few of them are given here (Breasted,
1948):
THE WHOLE CREATION
* The other hymns frequently say, ”O thou sole god, beside whom there is no other.”
Why Study the History of Medicine? ◾ 13
CREATION OF MAN
CREATION OF ANIMALS
Jimmy Herf’s legs were tired; he had been walking all afternoon.
He sat down on a bench beside the Aquarium and looked out over
the water. The fresh September wind gave a glint of steel to the little
crisp waves of the harbor and to the slateblue smutted sky. A big
white steamer with a yellow funnel was passing in front of the statue
of Liberty. The smoke from the tug at the bow came out sharply
scalloped like paper. In spite of the encumbering wharfhouses the
end of Manhattan seemed to him like the prow of a barge pushing
slowly and evenly down the harbor. Gulls wheeled and cried. He got
to his feet with a jerk. “Oh hell I’ve got to do something.”
He stood a second with tense muscles balanced on the balls of
his feet. The ragged man looking at the photogravures of a Sunday
paper had a face he had seen before. “Hello,” he said vaguely. “I
knew who you were all along,” said the man without holding out his
hand. “You’re Lily Herf’s boy.... I thought you werent going to speak
to me.... No reason why you should.”
“Oh of course you must be Cousin Joe Harland.... I’m awfully glad
to see you.... I’ve often wondered about you.”
“Wondered what?”
“Oh I dunno ... funny you never think of your relatives as being
people like yourself, do you?” Herf sat down in the seat again. “Will
you have a cigarette.... It’s only a Camel.”
“Well I dont mind if I do.... What’s your business Jimmy? You dont
mind if I call you that do you?” Jimmy Herf lit a match; it went out, lit
another and held it for Harland. “That’s the first tobacco I’ve had in a
week ... Thank you.”
Jimmy glanced at the man beside him. The long hollow of his gray
cheek made a caret with the deep crease that came from the end of
his mouth. “You think I’m pretty much of a wreck dont you?” spat
Harland. “You’re sorry you sat down aint you? You’re sorry you had a
mother who brought you up a gentleman instead of a cad like the
rest of ’em....”
“Why I’ve got a job as a reporter on the Times ... a hellish rotten
job and I’m sick of it,” said Jimmy, drawling out his words.
“Dont talk like that Jimmy, you’re too young.... You’ll never get
anywhere with that attitude.”
“Well suppose I dont want to get anywhere.”
“Poor dear Lily was so proud of you.... She wanted you to be a
great man, she was so ambitious for you.... You dont want to forget
your mother Jimmy. She was the only friend I had in the whole damn
family.”
Jimmy laughed. “I didnt say I wasnt ambitious.”
“For God’s sake, for your dear mother’s sake be careful what you
do. You’re just starting out in life ... everything’ll depend on the next
couple of years. Look at me.”
“Well the Wizard of Wall Street made a pretty good thing of it I’ll
say.... No it’s just that I dont like to take all the stuff you have to take
from people in this goddam town. I’m sick of playing up to a lot of
desk men I dont respect.... What are you doing Cousin Joe?”
“Don’t ask me....”
“Look, do you see that boat with the red funnels? She’s French.
Look, they are pulling the canvas off the gun on her stern.... I want to
go to the war.... The only trouble is I’m very poor at wrangling
things.”
Harland was gnawing his upper lip; after a silence he burst out in
a hoarse broken voice. “Jimmy I’m going to ask you to do something
for Lily’s sake.... Er ... have you any ... er ... any change with you?
By a rather unfortunate ... coincidence I have not eaten very well for
the last two or three days.... I’m a little weak, do you understand?”
“Why yes I was just going to suggest that we go have a cup of
coffee or tea or something.... I know a fine Syrian restaurant on
Washington street.”
“Come along then,” said Harland, getting up stiffly. “You’re sure
you don’t mind being seen with a scarecrow like this?”
The newspaper fell out of his hand. Jimmy stooped to pick it up. A
face made out of modulated brown blurs gave him a twinge as if
something had touched a nerve in a tooth. No it wasnt, she doesnt
look like that, yes Talented Young Actress Scores Hit in the
Zinnia Girl....
“Thanks, dont bother, I found it there,” said Harland. Jimmy
dropped the paper; she fell face down.
“Pretty rotten photographs they have dont they?”
“It passes the time to look at them, I like to keep up with what’s
going on in New York a little bit.... A cat may look at a king you know,
a cat may look at a king.”
“Oh I just meant that they were badly taken.”
VII. Rollercoaster
T
he leaden twilight weighs on the dry
limbs of an old man walking towards
Broadway. Round the Nedick’s stand at
the corner something clicks in his eyes.
Broken doll in the ranks of varnished
articulated dolls he plods up with drooping
head into the seethe and throb into the
furnace of beaded lettercut light. “I
remember when it was all meadows,” he
grumbles to the little boy.
L
ouis Expresso Association, the red letters on the placard jig
before Stan’s eyes. Annual Dance. Young men and girls going
in. Two by two the elephant And the kangaroo. The boom and
jangle of an orchestra seeping out through the swinging doors of the
hall. Outside it is raining. One more river, O there’s one more river to
cross. He straightens the lapels of his coat, arranges his mouth
soberly, pays two dollars and goes into a big resounding hall hung
with red white and blue bunting. Reeling, so he leans for a while
against the wall. One more river ... The dancefloor full of jogging
couples rolls like the deck of a ship. The bar is more stable. “Gus
McNiel’s here,” everybody’s saying “Good old Gus.” Big hands slap
broad backs, mouths roar black in red faces. Glasses rise and tip
glinting, rise and tip in a dance. A husky beetfaced man with deepset
eyes and curly hair limps through the bar leaning on a stick. “How’s a
boy Gus?”
“Yay dere’s de chief.”
“Good for old man McNiel come at last.”
“Howde do Mr. McNiel?” The bar quiets down.
Gus McNiel waves his stick in the air. “Attaboy fellers, have a
good time.... Burke ole man set the company up to a drink on me.”
“Dere’s Father Mulvaney wid him too. Good for Father Mulvaney....
He’s a prince that feller is.”
For he’s a jolly good fellow
That nobody can deny ...
Broad backs deferentially hunched follow the slowly pacing group
out among the dancers. O the big baboon by the light of the moon is
combing his auburn hair. “Wont you dance, please?” The girl turns a
white shoulder and walks off.
I am a bachelor and I live all alone
And I work at the weaver’s trade....
Stan finds himself singing at his own face in a mirror. One of his
eyebrows is joining his hair, the other’s an eyelash.... “No I’m not
bejases I’m a married man.... Fight any man who says I’m not a
married man and a citizen of City of New York, County of New York,
State of New York....” He’s standing on a chair making a speech,
banging his fist into his hand. “Friends Roooomans and countrymen,
lend me five bucks.... We come to muzzle Cæsar not to shaaaave
him.... According to the Constitution of the City of New York, County
of New York, State of New York and duly attested and subscribed
before a district attorney according to the provisions of the act of July
13th 1888.... To hell with the Pope.”
“Hey quit dat.” “Fellers lets trow dis guy out.... He aint one o de
boys.... Dunno how he got in here. He’s drunk as a pissant.” Stan
jumps with his eyes closed into a thicket of fists. He’s slammed in the
eye, in the jaw, shoots like out of a gun out into the drizzling cool
silent street. Ha ha ha.
For I am a bachelor and I live all alone
And there’s one more river to cross
One more river to Jordan
One more river to cross ...
It was blowing cold in his face and he was sitting on the front of a
ferryboat when he came to. His teeth were chattering, he was
shivering ... “I’m having DT’s. Who am I? Where am I? City of New
York, State of New York.... Stanwood Emery age twentytwo
occupation student.... Pearline Anderson twentyone occupation
actress. To hell with her. Gosh I’ve got fortynine dollars and eight
cents and where the hell have I been? And nobody rolled me. Why I
havent got the DT’s at all. I feel fine, only a little delicate. All I need’s
a little drink, dont you? Hello, I thought there was somebody here. I
guess I’d better shut up.”
Fortynine dollars ahanging on the wall
Fortynine dollars ahanging on the wall
Across the zinc water the tall walls, the birchlike cluster of
downtown buildings shimmered up the rosy morning like a sound of
horns through a chocolatebrown haze. As the boat drew near the
buildings densened to a granite mountain split with knifecut canyons.
The ferry passed close to a tubby steamer that rode at anchor listing
towards Stan so that he could see all the decks. An Ellis Island tug
was alongside. A stale smell came from the decks packed with
upturned faces like a load of melons. Three gulls wheeled
complaining. A gull soared in a spiral, white wings caught the sun,
the gull skimmed motionless in whitegold light. The rim of the sun
had risen above the plumcolored band of clouds behind East New
York. A million windows flashed with light. A rasp and a humming
came from the city.
The animals went in two by two
The elephant and the kangaroo
There’s one more river to Jordan
One more river to cross
In the whitening light tinfoil gulls wheeled above broken boxes,
spoiled cabbageheads, orangerinds heaving slowly between the
splintered plank walls, the green spumed under the round bow as
the ferry skidding on the tide, gulped the broken water, crashed, slid,
settled slowly into the slip. Handwinches whirled with jingle of chains,
gates folded upward. Stan stepped across the crack, staggered up
the manuresmelling wooden tunnel of the ferryhouse out into the
sunny glass and benches of the Battery. He sat down on a bench,
clasped his hands round his knees to keep them from shaking so.
His mind went on jingling like a mechanical piano.
With bells on her fingers and rings on her toes
Shall ride a white lady upon a great horse
And she shall make mischief wherever she goes ...
There was Babylon and Nineveh, they were built of brick. Athens
was goldmarble columns. Rome was held up on broad arches of
rubble. In Constantinople the minarets flame like great candles round
the Golden Horn.... O there’s one more river to cross. Steel glass,
tile, concrete will be the materials of the skyscrapers. Crammed on
the narrow island the millionwindowed buildings will jut, glittering
pyramid on pyramid, white cloudsheads piled above a thunderstorm
...
And it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And it didn’t stop till Christmas
And the only man who survived the flood
Was longlegged Jack of the Isthmus....
Kerist I wish I was a skyscraper.
The lock spun round in a circle to keep out the key. Dexterously
Stan bided his time and caught it. He shot headlong through the
open door and down the long hall shouting Pearline into the
livingroom. It smelled funny, Pearline’s smell, to hell with it. He
picked up a chair; the chair wanted to fly, it swung round his head
and crashed into the window, the glass shivered and tinkled. He
looked out through the window. The street stood up on end. A
hookandladder and a fire engine were climbing it licketysplit trailing a
droning sirenshriek. Fire fire, pour on water, Scotland’s burning. A
thousand dollar fire, a hundredthousand dollar fire, a million dollar
fire. Skyscrapers go up like flames, in flames, flames. He spun back
into the room. The table turned a somersault. The chinacloset
jumped on the table. Oak chairs climbed on top to the gas jet. Pour
on water, Scotland’s burning. Don’t like the smell in this place in the
City of New York, County of New York, State of New York. He lay on
his back on the floor of the revolving kitchen and laughed and
laughed. The only man who survived the flood rode a great lady on a
white horse. Up in flames, up, up. Kerosene whispered a
greasyfaced can in the corner of the kitchen. Pour on water. He
stood swaying on the crackling upside down chairs on the upside
down table. The kerosene licked him with a white cold tongue. He
pitched, grabbed the gasjet, the gasjet gave way, he lay in a puddle
on his back striking matches, wet wouldn’t light. A match spluttered,
lit; he held the flame carefully between his hands.
A
man is shouting from a soapbox at
Second Avenue and Houston in front of
the Cosmopolitan Cafè: “... these fellers,
men ... wageslaves like I was ... are sittin on
your chest ... they’re takin the food outen
your mouths. Where’s all the pretty girls I
used to see walkin up and down the
bullevard? Look for em in the uptown
cabarets.... They squeeze us dry friends ...
feller workers, slaves I’d oughter say ... they
take our work and our ideers and our
women.... They build their Plaza Hotels and
their millionaire’s clubs and their million
dollar theayters and their battleships and
what do they leave us?... They leave us
shopsickness an the rickets and a lot of dirty
streets full of garbage cans.... You look pale
you fellers.... You need blood.... Why dont
you get some blood in your veins?... Back in
Russia the poor people ... not so much
poorer’n we are ... believe in wampires,
things come suck your blood at night....
That’s what Capitalism is, a wampire that
sucks your blood ... day ... and ... night.”
It is beginning to snow. The flakes are
giltedged where they pass the streetlamp.
Through the plate glass the Cosmopolitan
Cafè full of blue and green opal rifts of
smoke looks like a muddy aquarium; faces
blob whitely round the tables like illassorted
fishes. Umbrellas begin to bob in clusters up
the snowmottled street. The orator turns up
his collar and walks briskly east along
Houston, holding the muddy soapbox away
from his trousers.
She stood with her arm in the arm of Harry Goldweiser’s dinner
jacket looking out over the parapet of the roofgarden. Below them
the Park lay twinkling with occasional lights, streaked with nebular
blur like a fallen sky. From behind them came gusts of a tango,
inklings of voices, shuffle of feet on a dancefloor. Ellen felt a stiff
castiron figure in her metalgreen evening dress.
“Ah but Boirnhardt, Rachel, Duse, Mrs. Siddons.... No Elaine I’m
tellin you, d’you understand? There’s no art like the stage that soars
so high moldin the passions of men.... If I could only do what I
wanted we’d be the greatest people in the world. You’d be the
greatest actress.... I’d be the great producer, the unseen builder,
d’you understand? But the public dont want art, the people of this
country wont let you do anythin for em. All they want’s a detective
melodrama or a rotten French farce with the kick left out or a lot of