Numbers
and me – we're not friends.
I
wasn't a fan of maths at school and am now reliving my fear of
fractions through my eight-year-old daughter's increasingly
complicated maths homework which seems to my rusty brain to be
pitched somewhere between Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein.
And
yes, I know we use maths every day and yes, there are numbers
everywhere but as I picnic in our local park I don't generally
calculate the height of trees from the length of shadow cast. (I'm
trying for the life of me to dredge up what this process is called.
Gah, can't remember. *Googles* Ah, proportional reasoning. Another
fact to instantly forget.)
But
you can't avoid the numbers game with MS – which for the purposes
of this post I am renaming the Maths Shit.
For
a start, there's the odds of developing it – research highlighted
by the MS Trust tells me that in
the general UK population about 1 in 600 people has MS.
To
have developed it, you need to deal with more maths - there are
currently 110 genes that have each been found to increase the risk of
someone developing MS to a small degree. None of them directly causes
the condition itself and someone with MS will have a combination of
many of these genes.
The
researchers have then calculated that genes contribute just over half
(54%) of the risk factors. The remainder would probably be due
to environmental factors. (I
don't think these environmental factors have anything to do with
knowing how to calculate the height of an actual environmental tree.)
Then
there's the maths of other people – or the chance of developing MS
by relationship to someone with MS:
- Identical twin - 1 in 5
- Non-identical twin - 1 in 22
- Other brothers or sisters - 1 in 37
- Parent - 1 in 67
So
I had a 1 in 600 chance of developing a disease which was itself
dependent on a combination of 110 genes which in turn was dependent
on two different percentages of two different types of risk.
And
this convoluted calculation has led to the very frightening prospect
of having saddled my daughter with a 1 in 67 chance of developing the
same disease.
Although that risk is still dependant on her own combination of genes and personal environmental risk factors, it remains a horrible, horrible mathematical inheritance. And proof, if any was
needed, that numbers and me are never going to be friends.
Ps
A big thank you for my cuppa on Monday night at group. You are a very
kind couple and the next time the drinks are on me.