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Hello everyone! I have some stories I want to post about my favorite brother, Jeffrey Alan Meyer. Before I can do any of that I have to start with a few facts so you can better understand the stories. Jeff has phenylketonuria... or he is known as a phenylketonuric... does that sound serious or what? There are so many stories I want to share for the future generations - so the understanding of this word will be important. Jeff was born on April 14th, 1958. He was the cutest little boy you ever did see and I hope to get a picture of him posted soon. In 1958 they did not do the PKU testing on new born babies (It became a law in 1960 that all babies born would be tested for this genetic disorder, because brain damage could be prevented by a strict diet). It was a little known genetic disorder that he did not get tested for until 1960 (shortly before my birth). By then there had been two years of brain damage from protein. With this genetic disorder the dad carries one bad and one good gene and the mom carries one bad gene and one good gene. Jeff got both the bad genes - thus leaving him without an enzyme in his brain that dissolves protein. As he drank and ate protein - the phenylalanine level in his brain caused brain damage. My grandma Meyer (who had 10 children of her own, and many grandchildren by now) told my dad that she thought there was something wrong with Jeff as he wasn't walking yet and just seemed behind... she suggested going to a Dr. My mom was already pregnant with me when the testing began at the University of Minnesota. They had done most of the tests and told my parents they couldn't find anything wrong - he was just probably going to be slow - but, there was one more test they would run with a possibility of 1 in 100,000 that he could have. The test was done and they were called in to indeed find out this is what their precious son had... PHENYLETONURIA. Sometimes I try to imagine what it must have been like for my mom and dad at this moment... but I can't -