In elementary school Lisa developed a fascination with genetics. She still remembers when her mom brought home a picture of a set of chromosomes she’d got somewhere and being amazed that we could see something so small, that those tiny strands were responsible for what we look like.
We recently had a need to check out Brett’s chromosomes. He got a referral from Lisa’s OB (the only time in his life he’ll ever get a referral from an OB) because our primary care doctor never got around to getting him the referral when he asked for it months ago. We met with a genetic counselor and they drew some blood. A week and a half later, just before the new year, we got a message back that Brett is “normal.” The genetic counselor sounded so bored by that word, like she’d wanted something more exciting. Lisa hoped somewhere there was a picture of Brett’s chromosomes and maybe she could ask for a copy of it.
And then last week a copy arrived in the mail! Yea! This is an extreme close-up of Brett. Isn’t he handsome!
We know for sure that Iddo got his X-chromosome there and somewhere in there are the ones responsible for her little curls, her nose, and the tiny ridge on her left ear.
Now Lisa’s wondering if she can’t convince our insurance that we need to check out her chromosomes too, just for the picture.