They were the most interesting university love birds. They had that hotsy-totsy kind of affection that is believed to only exist between mythical soulmates - inseparable best friends that complimented each other in many ways - and the fervor of their love was so intense it was almost palpable. They were always seen together, laughing, playing, chatting, studying and indulging each other. You could tell that they'd never trade each other's companionship for anything in this world. In all these, they remained dead set on maintaining a chaste mind and body. Admirable.
Their relationship progressed as predicted by their peers and in few years after graduation they planned to get married, but nature dealt them its iron fist in the velvet glove of genotype. They were found to be incompatible and medically unfit to make babies ... ambushed by the paradox where forgoing their love was the true act of love. In the months that followed was the inevitable emotional and mental gallimaufry of anguish, hate, denial, negotiations for compromise, acceptance, dejection and a heartrending that would scar them for a very long time.
The short story is a product of my 'idle-man' times when I lie on my bed and wallow in my thoughts.
Oftentimes I feel that I'll end up like the characters in the story. That I'll find love that's unreal and the genotype ish will go on and ruin it and it'll be too difficult for me to do the needful and let go and things will get messed up (God help me). One time, in a discussion I suggested to my mum that an AS person can marry another AS and they'll just adopt kids and forget about making babies. I can't begin to tell you what ensued but I can however tell you that I will not be making such utterances within 100m of my parents again.
For those of us who are (AA) we may never fully be able to relate with this challenge that members of the other genotypes face. I've heard such heartbreaking stories of lovers star crossed simply because they both belong to the AS genotype. I've met a few who were so in love and courageously went ahead to wed and years later whisper secretly that they wish they hadn't. A few among these were lucky (if this is due to luck alone) to have only two children, neither of whom have the SS genotype.
Kene, just maybe you should do like those who on the first date, ask "What is your genotype?" so that they can save themselves the time, emotion and stress. Some ask even before the first date. Lol, no time! I know it's not at all that simple, but it does help.
I hear there are ways around it now. Of course many wouldn't want to go throught the dread of getting pregant and aborting the babies with SS (that sounds like a horror. merely thinking about it). So for a few, who can afford it, there's now the Pre-Implantation Genetic Diagnosis (PGD) which a number of hospitals here in Nigeria now successfully carry it out. The problem however is that it's really expensive and only very few can afford it. I hear this procedure used to cost about $20,000 in the US but it's no longer that costly.
But enough of the jabbering. Kene would really like to know your thoughts on this matter. I would also love to hear from those who are AS and what their experiences have been so far.
Oh I learnt a new word by the way, Gallimaufry. Haha, thanks!