Genes are a funny thing…
Last weekend, I was sitting beside my dad’s bed in his nursing home, ordering some things from M&S for him on his laptop. (Even when you’re dying, you’ve still got to keep up your standards and shop at M&S!) After a couple of minutes I realised he was closely scrutinising me and he said to me “you look so like your brothers”. Then he paused and said “I’ve left my mark on you all”. He seemed very pleased with that, and for someone who will shortly be leaving this world, I think it brought him great comfort that he will be leaving the three of us behind looking so like him.

I looked around his room and saw all the books that my brothers and I have left for him to read – reading being one of the final great pleasures he can still enjoy. I realised that myself and my brothers have the same taste in books. Not learnt behaviour, as we haven’t spent enough time together as adults to have learnt each others reading habits. But somehow, somewhere we had inherited our love of books – in particular history – from our father.

Can strange things such as a love of history be passed on through our genes?

Genes are a terrible thing…
This week my little grandson was hospitalised because of his genes. His poor mummy and daddy have really gone through the mill with seeing their precious young baby poked, prodded, had a feeding tube inserted and put on a drip, along with endless consultations between the fantastic staff at Addenbrookes and Great Ormond Street. All because of a common childhold illness coupled with his genes makes a deadly combination.

One day genetic disorders such as my grandson’s MCADD (or to give it its full name Medium-chain acyl-CoA dehydrogenase deficiency) will be eradicated or solved with a daily tablet. Until that day comes, my precious grandchild – my daughter’s and son-in-law’s precious first born – faces being hospitalised with every single common or garden childhood illness. And my brave courageous daughter with her equally wonderful husband face the trauma of repeated visits to Addenbrookes and Great Ormond Street with their darling son.

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