I'm deficient
My father recently found out he has the gene that causes Alpha-1 Antitrypsin deficiency, and I found out today that I probably have it too. What the hell is that you ask? Good question.
Antitrypsin is a protein that gets sent to the liver and the lungs. In the lungs there is an enzyme that ‘eats’ dead cells. Apparently, the lining of your lungs sheds just like your skin. Who’d have thunk it?
So Antitrypsin keeps that enzyme from going crazy and eating all of the healthy elastic cells, causing a form of emphysema. This is all a relatively new discovery in medicine. My grandmother died from emphysema in the late 70’s. She had never smoked in her life, but the doctors just assumed she must have been around someone who did.
To test for the gene is not only expensive, it could prevent you from ever getting health insurance, if you find out you do indeed have the gene. So, doctors like to avoid testing you for it. Instead, they can do a blood test to see if you have a deficiency in the protein. Having the deficiency doesn’t mean you’ll ever have any problems. If you smoke and have a deficiency, you’re kind of screwed. You can have one copy of the gene (from one parent) or two copies of the gene (one from each parent). If you have two copies, you’ll probably get emphysema even without smoking, like my grandmother.
The point of this post however, is to merely point out how much your parents have you by the short hairs no matter how much you try to rid yourself of them. The doctor wanted to know all of this stuff about my dad. Does he have the gene once or twice? Was he having trouble breathing? How the fuck should I know? My brother is the only sadist interested in talking to him. I don’t talk to either of my parents anymore. The irony is I stopped interacting with them for health reasons.
Antitrypsin is a protein that gets sent to the liver and the lungs. In the lungs there is an enzyme that ‘eats’ dead cells. Apparently, the lining of your lungs sheds just like your skin. Who’d have thunk it?
So Antitrypsin keeps that enzyme from going crazy and eating all of the healthy elastic cells, causing a form of emphysema. This is all a relatively new discovery in medicine. My grandmother died from emphysema in the late 70’s. She had never smoked in her life, but the doctors just assumed she must have been around someone who did.
To test for the gene is not only expensive, it could prevent you from ever getting health insurance, if you find out you do indeed have the gene. So, doctors like to avoid testing you for it. Instead, they can do a blood test to see if you have a deficiency in the protein. Having the deficiency doesn’t mean you’ll ever have any problems. If you smoke and have a deficiency, you’re kind of screwed. You can have one copy of the gene (from one parent) or two copies of the gene (one from each parent). If you have two copies, you’ll probably get emphysema even without smoking, like my grandmother.
The point of this post however, is to merely point out how much your parents have you by the short hairs no matter how much you try to rid yourself of them. The doctor wanted to know all of this stuff about my dad. Does he have the gene once or twice? Was he having trouble breathing? How the fuck should I know? My brother is the only sadist interested in talking to him. I don’t talk to either of my parents anymore. The irony is I stopped interacting with them for health reasons.
7 Comments:
Yikes I say. Waht a terrible thing to pass along to your children. Great another thing to be worried about. My dad had emphysema, but he smoked like a fiend and was abused during ww2. (and no the government wouldn't admitt to causing a problem)
I take it the music being devil related is only a small small portion of what you were up against with the parental units. I'm terribly sorry.
The music was not an issue. They have a right to their own religious beliefs.
If you're bored you can read this, or just start at the begining.
Good thing i just had my Biology class so i understand the functions of proteins and enzymes.
that's a scary deficiency.
Three points to make here:
1) As long as you aren't deficient in moral fibre and the ability to drink single-malt scotch till you have to hold onto the floor to keep from falling off the earth, you're okay in my books. And I'm not too picky about the moral fibre thing either.
2) Breathing is, I think, somewhat over-rated. You can still drink, can't you?
3) If your parents commonly held you by the short and curlys when you were young, I suspect you have far deeper issues than some enzyme-y proteiny lung-eating thingy. Just a thought.
Capt, you always seem to put things into propper perspective. Did you learn that somewhere, or is it just a Canadian thing?
I think it might be a Canadian thing - something to do with having to live in the igloos with the sled dogs and drink the rye I suspect.
Sylow-again, I'm so sorry. Your family sounds much worse than my husbands, and I didn't think that was possible.
Again with the screwdrivers. Now I picture a painting with all your various screwdivers and a bit of blood on one of them...
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