The Right Stuff was a movie made in 1983 which was an adaptation of the non-fiction novel written by Tom Wolfe, which chronicled the first 15 years of America’s space program. That would be nice if you were able to pick and choose which qualities you could have to go through life with. When I was up in baby heaven, before I was born, God asked me if I wanted any brains and I thought that He said pains, so I replied, “No thanks.” It doesn’t work like that as inherited traits boil down to genetics and siblings in the same family may get good genes as well as undesired ones.
I didn’t want to go bald on the top of my head, but my dad was and my brother also is. My brother wears a rug and he probably thought that the people who look at him see his natural hair, but it never fooled me and it must be awful having to wear a sweaty rug on top of your head. My dad had webbed toes, a condition where two or more digits are fused together, but none of his children ever got that and the odd thing is that he never learned how to swim, where you would think that he could probably swim like a duck. My dad’s metabolism kept him skinny his whole life and I think that my brother inherited those genes, when I certainly did not. I probably inherited the diabetes genes from my mom, as that ran in her side of the family.
I guess it is too early to tell if I will get the Parkinson’s disease that my dad suffered from late in his life, but I do go through periods where my hands tremble. I discussed this with my doctor and so far she has ignored it and I don’t know if that is because she doesn’t think that it is worth treating at this time, or if there is nothing that she can prescribe me that fits in my budget. There is no cure, but I read that aerobic exercise can help, so maybe if I shake it up a bit, I can manage this better.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #5 where the prompt is inheritance.