As I grew up, I was often around my mother and aunts in the kitchen as they talked about family matters. All three women had inherited the Fabry gene unknowingly. In our family, shared symptoms did not raise any alarm that something was terribly wrong. Conversations about home cures for chronic constipation and chest pains were common. How to handle the cold and heat intolerance were compared. They laughed at their eye doctors who wanted to take pictures of the corneal whorls in the eyes of all the women. No ophthalmologist had mentioned any health concerns related to the corneal whorls, just that they were unusual.
I observed my mother’s decline in health along with her sisters. The tears they shared from the fatigue and desperation of wanting to keep u with the basic life chores tore at my heart. I became my mother’s caretaker and helper as a young adult. All the sisters had enlarged hearts and began having strokes before they were 60.
In the late 1970’s, I was working in the medical field with access to a large medical library. I began to do my own research in to what had caused my grandpa’s early death. His inability to sweat and chronic pain were clues to his disease. Also the corneal whorls found in the women lead me to discover the name of a rare disease, Fabry, that I became suspicious was our problem. However, when I asked any doctor, they said all women are just carriers of Fabry and I should not worry about it.
I became a mother of two daughters, one of which inherited my Fabry gene. I watched her experience leg pain and I remembered my mother’s words of wisdom and repeated it to my little girl. I mentioned the corneal whorls to eye doctors and my daughter had them also. I knew in my heart she had inherited the gene, but as usual, the doctors either did not believe me, or they congratulated me on how lucky my child was to be a girl.