Rare Disease Day and the promises of personalized medicine

Our daughter Ellen wrote the post that I republish below 3 years ago, and we've reposted it in commemoration of Rare Disease Day, February 29th, each year since. I wish I could include an update reporting that the cause of her rare disease has been identified. She would very much like to know, not only because it would explain this thing that has defined so much of her life, but also because, in this genetics age, being able to tell a new doctor the cause of her condition would mean they'd have no doubts. Sometimes a diagnosis isn't enough, and when you have a rare disease doubt can remain a frequent aspect of encounters with the medical system.

It's not there there has been no action. After a lengthy, ultimately failed attempt by a previous lab, which was unsuccessful for reasons unclear to us but probably technology-related, Ellen is currently included in another large sequencing project, and we're hopeful that we'll get some kind of an answer. They've done whole genome sequencing of her DNA as well as Ken's and mine, and are about to begin to look for her causal variant. To date, we know that she hasn't been found to have one of the known variants associated with her disease. There are occasional reports of new variants in other families with the same disease, and that could help identify hers, but what if she doesn't have one of these, either?

Finding a causal gene variant is easiest when a disease is rare and there are multiple cases in one family but Ellen is the only person in our family, for as far back as we can trace on both sides, with HKPP. When the disease is rare and only one family member has it, there's not really a peg to hang your hat on -- where do you start to look for the causal variant?

Ellen has classic hypokalemic periodic paralysis (HKPP), a disease for which causal DNA variants in a small number of ion channel genes have been identified in a number of families, where they essentially act as classical Mendelian variants. There are several possibilities here -- she could have a de novo mutation, a mutation new to her that she inherited from neither parent. If it's one that is shared by other people with HKPP, that would be easy to identify, but if not, even if it's on one of the three genes, to date, that have been found to be associated with the disease, how could it be shown that it is causal, rather than simply a mutation with no effect? And searches of 'her' genome are based on blood samples, and what if she carries a somatic mutation that arose after the embryonic separation of blood-related tissues from other tissues?

Some families with HKPP have members with the supposed causal variant who are symptom-free. This isn't unusual in genetics -- it's been called "incomplete penetrance" for a century, which basically means that one can have a causal mutation without the condition it apparently does cause in others. There can be various explanations for this. For example, when a disease responds to environmental triggers, as does HKPP, it's possible that gene by environment interaction at some critical age is required to set up the cascade of events that lead to paralytic episodes. Curiously, HKPP generally begins at puberty, for some unidentified reason -- perhaps some triggering event doesn't happen in disease-free family members with a causal variant, or perhaps the disease is polygenic rather than monogenic and those who are disease-free don't have the required critical mass of variants. This means that it's possible that Ken or I could have "the" causal variant but, because of incomplete penetrance -- whatever effect that would mean -- we don't have the disease. Or, we gave Ellen a mix of variants that together cause her disease but neither of us had the same mix that came together in her. But, at the very least, neither of us carries a known or plausibly relevant variant in the known HKPP-related genes that have been tested.

Ellen isn't the only person with HKPP whose cause is not known. Perhaps there are other ion channel genes associated with the disease, that are not yet identified. Or, perhaps in some people it's too genetically complex for causation to be parsed. Because of all these possible difficulties, identifying the cause of Ellen's disease is not likely to be straightforward. We are hopeful that the geneticists currently working on this will have something to tell her in the end, but whether it's something simple that she'll be able to tell her doctors we don't yet know.

This is one personal story for Rare Disease Day, but I think it's very relevant to all the promises of "personalized medicine" being made these days. Having your DNA sequenced isn't a magic answer. Sometimes the technology is limiting, sometimes the problem is actually impossible to solve.

By Ellen Weiss

Despite being the product of two of the authors of this blog – two people skeptical about just how many of the fruits of genetic testing that we've been promised will ever actually materialize  – I have been involved in several genetic studies over the years, hoping to identify the cause of my rare disease.

February 29 is Rare Disease Day; the day on which those who have, or who advocate for those who have, a rare disease publicly discuss what it is like to live with an unusual illness, raise awareness about our particular set of challenges, and talk about solutions for them.

I have hypokalemic periodic paralysis, which is a neuromuscular disease; a channelopathy that manifests itself as episodes of low blood potassium in response to known triggers (such as sodium, carbohydrates, heat, and illness) that force potassium from the blood into muscle cells, where it remains trapped due to faulty ion channels.  These hypokalemic episodes cause muscle weakness (ranging from mild to total muscular paralysis), heart arrhythmias, difficulty breathing or swallowing and nausea.  The symptoms may last only briefly or muscle weakness may last for weeks, or months, or, in some cases, become permanent.

I first became ill, as is typical of HKPP, at puberty.  It was around Christmas of my seventh grade year, and I remember thinking to myself that it would be the last Christmas that I would ever see.  That thought, and the physical feelings that induced it, were unbelievably terrifying for a child.  I had no idea what was happening; only that it was hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to walk far, and that my heart skipped and flopped all throughout the day.  All I knew was that it felt like something terrible was wrong.

Throughout my high school years I continued to suffer. I had numerous episodes of heart arrhythmia that lasted for many hours, that I now know should've been treated in the emergency department, and that made me feel as if I was going to die soon; it is unsettling for the usually steady, reliable metronome of the heart to suddenly beat chaotically. But bound within the privacy teenagers are known for, my parents struggled to make sense of my new phobic avoidance of exercise and other activities as I was reluctant to talk about what was happening in my body.

HKPP is a genetic disease and causal variants have been found in three different ion channel genes.  Although my DNA has been tested, the cause of my particular variant of the disease has not yet been found.  I want my mutation to be identified.  Knowing it would likely not improve my treatment or daily life in any applicable way.  I'm not sure it would even quell any real curiosity on my part, since, despite having the parents I have, it probably wouldn't mean all that much to this non-scientist.  

But I want to know, because genetics has become the gold standard of diagnostics.  Whether it should be or not, a genetic diagnosis is considered to be the hard-wired, undeniable truth.  I want that proof in my hand to give to physicians for the rest of my life.  And of course, I would also like to contribute to the body of knowledge about HKPP in the hopes that future generations of us will not have to struggle with the unknown for so many years.

For many people, having a rare disease means having lived through years of confusion, terrible illness, misdiagnoses, and the pressure to try to convince skeptical or detached physicians to engage in investigating their suffering.

I was sick for all of my adolescent and young adult years; so sick that I neared the edge of what was bearable.  The years of undiagnosed, untreated chaos in my body created irrevocable changes in how I viewed myself and my life.  It changed my psychology, induced serious anxiety and phobias, and was the backdrop to every single detail of every day of my life.  And yet, it wasn't until I was 24 years old that I got my first clinical clues of what was wrong.  An emergency room for arrhythmia visit revealed very low blood potassium.  Still, for 4 more years I remained undiagnosed, and there was horrible suffering during which my loved ones had to take care of me like a near-infant, accompanying me to the hospital, watching me vomit, struggle to eat or walk to the bathroom, and waking up at 3am to take care of me.  For 4 more years I begged my primary physician and countless ER doctors during desperate visits to investigate what was going wrong, asked them to believe that anxiety was a symptom not a cause, and scoured medical information myself, until I was diagnosed.  It wasn't until I was 28 that I found a doctor who listened to me when I told him what I thought I had, made sense of my symptoms, recognized the beast within me, and began to treat me.

My existence, while still stained to a degree every day by my illness, has improved so immeasurably since being treated properly that the idea of returning to the uncontrolled, nearly unbearable sickness I once lived with frightens me very much.  I fear having to convince physicians of what I know of my body again.

What I went through isn't all that uncommon among the millions of us with a rare disease.  Lengthy periods of misdiagnoses, lack of diagnoses, begging well-meaning but stumped, disbelieving, or truly apathetic physicians to listen to us are common themes.  These lost years lay waste to plans, make decisions for us about parenthood, careers, and even whether we can brush our own teeth.  They induce mistrust, anxiety, exhaustion.

Each rare disease is, of course, by definition rare.  But having a rare disease isn't. Something like 10% of us has one.  It shouldn't be a frightening, frustrating, lengthy ordeal to find a physician willing to consider that what a patient is suffering from may be outside of the ordinary since it isn't all that unlikely at all.  Mathematically, it only makes sense for doctors to keep their eye out for the unusual.

I hope that one day the messages we spread on Rare Disease Day will have swept through our public consciousness enough that they will penetrate the medical establishment.  Until then, I will continue to crave the irrefutable proof of my disorder.  I will continue to worry about someday lying in a hospital bed, weak and verging on intolerably sick, trying to convince a doctor that I know what my body needs, a fear I am certain many of my fellow medically-extraordinary peers share.

And that is why I, this child of skeptics, seek answers, hope and proof through genetics.

Rare Disease Day 2016

My daughter Ellen wrote this post last year for Rare Disease Day.  We repost it today.  It's frustrating that, in the age of genetics, when finding single genes for rare diseases is what the field does best, she is still seeking answers.   

By Ellen Weiss

Despite being the product of  two of the authors of this blog – two people skeptical about just how many of the fruits of genetic testing that we've been promised will ever actually materialize  – I have been involved in several genetic studies over the years, hoping to identify the cause of my rare disease.

February 29 is Rare Disease Day; the day on which those who have, or who advocate for those who have, a rare disease publicly discuss what it is like to live with an unusual illness, raise awareness about our particular set of challenges, and talk about solutions for them.

I have hypokalemic periodic paralysis, which is a neuromuscular disease; a channelopathy that manifests itself as episodes of low blood potassium in response to known triggers (such as sodium, carbohydrates, heat, and illness) that force potassium from the blood into muscle cells, where it remains trapped due to faulty ion channels.  These hypokalemic episodes cause muscle weakness (ranging from mild to total muscular paralysis), heart arrhythmias, difficulty breathing or swallowing and nausea.  The symptoms may last only briefly or muscle weakness may last for weeks, or months, or, in some cases, become permanent.

I first became ill, as is typical of HKPP, at puberty.  It was around Christmas of my seventh grade year, and I remember thinking to myself that it would be the last Christmas that I would ever see.  That thought, and the physical feelings that induced it, were unbelievably terrifying for a child.  I had no idea what was happening; only that it was hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to walk far, and that my heart skipped and flopped all throughout the day.  All I knew was that it felt like something terrible was wrong.

Throughout my high school years I continued to suffer. I had numerous episodes of heart arrhythmia that lasted for many hours, that I now know should've been treated in the emergency department, and that made me feel as if I was going to die soon; it is unsettling for the usually steady, reliable metronome of the heart to suddenly beat chaotically. But bound within the privacy teenagers are known for, my parents struggled to make sense of my new phobic avoidance of exercise and other activities as I was reluctant to talk about what was happening in my body.

HKPP is a genetic disease and causal variants have been found in three different ion channel genes.  Although my DNA has been tested, the cause of my particular variant of the disease has not yet been found.  I want my mutation to be identified.  Knowing it would likely not improve my treatment or daily life in any applicable way.  I'm not sure it would even quell any real curiosity on my part, since, despite having the parents I have, it probably wouldn't mean all that much to this non-scientist.  

But I want to know, because genetics has become the gold standard of diagnostics.  Whether it should be or not, a genetic diagnosis is considered to be the hard-wired, undeniable truth.  I want that proof in my hand to give to physicians for the rest of my life.  And of course, I would also like to contribute to the body of knowledge about HKPP in the hopes that future generations of us will not have to struggle with the unknown for so many years.

For many people, having a rare disease means having lived through years of confusion, terrible illness, misdiagnoses, and the pressure to try to convince skeptical or detached physicians to engage in investigating their suffering.

I was sick for all of my adolescent and young adult years; so sick that I neared the edge of what was bearable.  The years of undiagnosed, untreated chaos in my body created irrevocable changes in how I viewed myself and my life.  It changed my psychology, induced serious anxiety and phobias, and was the backdrop to every single detail of every day of my life.  And yet, it wasn't until I was 24 years old that I got my first clinical clues of what was wrong.  An emergency room for arrhythmia visit revealed very low blood potassium.  Still, for 4 more years I remained undiagnosed, and there was horrible suffering during which my loved ones had to take care of me like a near-infant, accompanying me to the hospital, watching me vomit, struggle to eat or walk to the bathroom, and waking up at 3am to take care of me.  For 4 more years I begged my primary physician and countless ER doctors during desperate visits to investigate what was going wrong, asked them to believe that anxiety was a symptom not a cause, and scoured medical information myself, until I was diagnosed.  It wasn't until I was 28 that I found a doctor who listened to me when I told him what I thought I had, made sense of my symptoms, recognized the beast within me, and began to treat me.

My existence, while still stained to a degree every day by my illness, has improved so immeasurably since being treated properly that the idea of returning to the uncontrolled, nearly unbearable sickness I once lived with frightens me very much.  I fear having to convince physicians of what I know of my body again.

What I went through isn't all that uncommon among the millions of us with a rare disease.  Lengthy periods of misdiagnoses, lack of diagnoses, begging well-meaning but stumped, disbelieving, or truly apathetic physicians to listen to us are common themes.  These lost years lay waste to plans, make decisions for us about parenthood, careers, and even whether we can brush our own teeth.  They induce mistrust, anxiety, exhaustion.

Each rare disease is, of course, by definition rare.  But having a rare disease isn't. Something like 10% of us has one.  It shouldn't be a frightening, frustrating, lengthy ordeal to find a physician willing to consider that what a patient is suffering from may be outside of the ordinary since it isn't all that unlikely at all.  Mathematically, it only makes sense for doctors to keep their eye out for the unusual.

I hope that one day the messages we spread on Rare Disease Day will have swept through our public consciousness enough that they will penetrate the medical establishment.  Until then, I will continue to crave the irrefutable proof of my disorder.  I will continue to worry about someday lying in a hospital bed, weak and verging on intolerably sick, trying to convince a doctor that I know what my body needs, a fear I am certain many of my fellow medically-extraordinary peers share.

And that is why I, this child of skeptics, seek answers, hope and proof through genetics.

The story of a rare disease

By Ellen Weiss

Despite being the product of  two of the authors of this blog – two people skeptical about just how many of the fruits of genetic testing that we've been promised will ever actually materialize  – I have been involved in several genetic studies over the years, hoping to identify the cause of my rare disease.

February 28 is Rare Disease Day (well, Feb 29 technically; the last day of February which is, every four years, a rare day itself!); the day on which those who have, or who advocate for those who have, a rare disease publicly discuss what it is like to live with an unusual illness, raise awareness about our particular set of challenges, and talk about solutions for them.

I have hypokalemic periodic paralysis, which is a neuromuscular disease; a channelopathy that manifests itself as episodes of low blood potassium in response to known triggers (such as sodium, carbohydrates, heat, and illness) that force potassium from the blood into muscle cells, where it remains trapped due to faulty ion channels.  These hypokalemic episodes cause muscle weakness (ranging from mild to total muscular paralysis), heart arrhythmias, difficulty breathing or swallowing and nausea.  The symptoms may last only briefly or muscle weakness may last for weeks, or months, or, in some cases, become permanent.

I first became ill, as is typical of HKPP, at puberty.  It was around Christmas of my seventh grade year, and I remember thinking to myself that it would be the last Christmas that I would ever see.  That thought, and the physical feelings that induced it, were unbelievably terrifying for a child.  I had no idea what was happening; only that it was hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to walk far, and that my heart skipped and flopped all throughout the day.  All I knew was that it felt like something terrible was wrong.

Throughout my high school years I continued to suffer. I had numerous episodes of heart arrhythmia that lasted for many hours, that I now know should've been treated in the emergency department, and that made me feel as if I was going to die soon; it is unsettling for the usually steady, reliable metronome of the heart to suddenly beat chaotically. But bound within the privacy teenagers are known for, my parents struggled to make sense of my new phobic avoidance of exercise and other activities as I was reluctant to talk about what was happening in my body.

HKPP is a genetic disease and causal variants have been found in three different ion channel genes.  Although my DNA has been tested, the cause of my particular variant of the disease has not yet been found.  I want my mutation to be identified.  Knowing it would likely not improve my treatment or daily life in any applicable way.  I'm not sure it would even quell any real curiosity on my part, since, despite having the parents I have, it probably wouldn't mean all that much to this non-scientist.  

But I want to know, because genetics has become the gold standard of diagnostics.  Whether it should be or not, a genetic diagnosis is considered to be the hard-wired, undeniable truth.  I want that proof in my hand to give to physicians for the rest of my life.  And of course, I would also like to contribute to the body of knowledge about HKPP in the hopes that future generations of us will not have to struggle with the unknown for so many years.

For many people, having a rare disease means having lived through years of confusion, terrible illness, misdiagnoses, and the pressure to try to convince skeptical or detached physicians to engage in investigating their suffering.

I was sick for all of my adolescent and young adult years; so sick that I neared the edge of what was bearable.  The years of undiagnosed, untreated chaos in my body created irrevocable changes in how I viewed myself and my life.  It changed my psychology, induced serious anxiety and phobias, and was the backdrop to every single detail of every day of my life.  And yet, it wasn't until I was 24 years old that I got my first clinical clues of what was wrong.  An emergency room for arrhythmia visit revealed very low blood potassium.  Still, for 4 more years I remained undiagnosed, and there was horrible suffering during which my loved ones had to take care of me like a near-infant, accompanying me to the hospital, watching me vomit, struggle to eat or walk to the bathroom, and waking up at 3am to take care of me.  For 4 more years I begged my primary physician and countless ER doctors during desperate visits to investigate what was going wrong, asked them to believe that anxiety was a symptom not a cause, and scoured medical information myself, until I was diagnosed.  It wasn't until I was 28 that I found a doctor who listened to me when I told him what I thought I had, made sense of my symptoms, recognized the beast within me, and began to treat me.

My existence, while still stained to a degree every day by my illness, has improved so immeasurably since being treated properly that the idea of returning to the uncontrolled, nearly unbearable sickness I once lived with frightens me very much.  I fear having to convince physicians of what I know of my body again.

What I went through isn't all that uncommon among the millions of us with a rare disease.  Lengthy periods of misdiagnoses, lack of diagnoses, begging well-meaning but stumped, disbelieving, or truly apathetic physicians to listen to us are common themes.  These lost years lay waste to plans, make decisions for us about parenthood, careers, and even whether we can brush our own teeth.  They induce mistrust, anxiety, exhaustion.

Each rare disease is, of course, by definition rare.  But having a rare disease isn't. Something like 10% of us has one.  It shouldn't be a frightening, frustrating, lengthy ordeal to find a physician willing to consider that what a patient is suffering from may be outside of the ordinary since it isn't all that unlikely at all.  Mathematically, it only makes sense for doctors to keep their eye out for the unusual.

I hope that one day the messages we spread on Rare Disease Day will have swept through our public consciousness enough that they will penetrate the medical establishment.  Until then, I will continue to crave the irrefutable proof of my disorder.  I will continue to worry about someday lying in a hospital bed, weak and verging on intolerably sick, trying to convince a doctor that I know what my body needs, a fear I am certain many of my fellow medically-extraordinary peers share.

And that is why I, this child of skeptics, seek answers, hope and proof through genetics.

Genome sequencing for rare diseases

Rare Disease Day
Tomorrow is Rare Disease Day 2014, an annual event intended to raise awareness of rare diseases and their impact on patients' lives.  In recognition of this day, we wish each year to remind readers of the importance of investing in research on rare diseases.  Rare diseases often strike early and hard, devastating lives that have yet just begun, with tragic consequences for the lives of those directly affected, and for the families who care for them.

Common, later onset diseases and problems are serious and can also be devastating.  They are worth understanding, but often they are common because they aren't due to severe or fatal gene mutations, and often aren't severe for years.  They accumulate their underlying pathology gradually over years or decades, often if not typically due to lifestyle factors that can be avoided or exposures reduced -- delaying or preventing the disease from ever striking.

But not so for devastating early onset diseases.  Their rarity means that not nearly the same effort or funds are spent on them, even though in reality they may be more understandable than common diseases if the effort were spent.

We have in the past suggested that in many ways there's no real advantage for healthy people to have their genome sequenced.  Today we are reposting a piece from a year or so ago (reworked a bit) in which we suggest that it's a different story for people with rare, unexplained diseases.  Rather than sequencing a genome for predictive reasons, which we believe will not often be all that useful, sequencing in the hopes of explaining a perplexing disease is another matter entirely.

We often criticize the spending of taxpayer money on what we see as fruitless gene searches, but there are traits and diseases that truly are genetic, or, if associated genes aren't yet known, physiologically act as if they are. That means that the trait seems closely related to gene function in ways that could indicate that genetic variants are responsible for the variation of the trait from 'normal'.  We think these are where the genetics money should be spent.  Cancer is one example, though usually of late onset, because it is about a lineage of cells behaving abnormally for their context, that arises during live and thus is amenable to genetic approaches.  Pediatric diseases and disorders are further examples, but there are certainly others.

Finding causal genes even for what look like 'single-gene disorders' isn't always easy, and even when it can be done, certainly doesn't always lead to therapy.  At the very least, when it is possible, it can be an important and valued piece in the puzzle of who one is.  And we think this is where heavy-duty research investment should be made.

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Periodic paralysis -- a single gene disorder striking close to home 
The periodic paralyses are a rare set of ion channel disorders that are still not well-understood.  Partly of course it's because they are so rare (prevalence is on the order of 1 in 100,000 to 200,000), and partly because the normal functioning of ion channels isn't itself well-understood.  Channelopathies themselves are not rare -- epilepsy and cystic fibrosis are more well-known examples of ion channel dysfunction -- and now that ion channel-related diseases have been recognized, progress on understanding them is being made.

As the Periodic Paralysis Association website says,

Periodic Paralysis is a group of disorders whereby patients become weak due to triggers such as rest after exercise or certain foods.  These disorders are part of a broader class of disorders called ion channelopathies, in which a genetic defect in a muscle ion channel results in symptoms of episodic stiffness or weakness in response to certain triggers.

There are various periodic paralyses (hypo and hyperkalemic pp, and Anderson Tawil syndrome), and they are often difficult to diagnose.  Indeed, many people go for years without a diagnosis.  Most physicians may have heard of them once, long ago but very often it's not a diagnosis that immediately comes to mind when faced with someone even with classic symptoms.  Indeed, even now but especially in the past, people with these disorders could live a lifetime with neither diagnosis nor therapy -- an extensive bit of sleuthing has led us to think the famous pioneering Victorian poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who was notoriously debilitated with a mysterious disease about which she wrote prolifically in her love letters to the poet (and her future husband) Robert Browning, had HKPP, as we surmised in detail here.  The disorder wasn't recognized when she was alive, so it's no surprise that EBB's doctors were completely at a loss as to what was causing her perpetual weakness. We'll talk more about this tomorrow.  It's more of a surprise when the diagnosis is missed today, as it needn't be; a computer search for diseases associated with abnormally low or high serum potassium should put a physician on the trail.  But it too often is.

As regular readers of MT know, we write a lot about complex diseases, and about how the idea of genes 'for' disease can be a naive one.  For many traits, perhaps most traits, in organisms, multiple genes contribute and most of the genetic aspect of variation of the trait is due to multiple, small contributions from many different genes.  Each individual with a given trait value (like, say blood pressure, height, glucose or cholesterol levels) has a unique genotype that contributes to that value (not to mention environmental contributors).  The hope that it will be possible to identify simple causation is manifest, and understandable, even if the reality is different.  That hope is what feeds the GWASification of everything, that is currently at such a fevered pitch.

So, it is a bit ironic that we have a daughter with HKPP, a disorder that is generally considered to be a monogenic condition (caused by a single mutation). To date, causal mutations have been identified in three ion channel genes, but this doesn't explain the disease in all those who have it.  Some of the known mutations disrupt the structure of the channel so that it malfunctions in response to specific environmental triggers.  One is a sodium channel gene, and one is a calcium channel gene, which is interesting because calcium channels don't seem to even be used by skeletal muscles as sodium channels are, so it's difficult to understand why disrupted calcium channels can shut down these muscles, but it seems to be.  Insulin is also related to the process, but the periodic paralyses don't seem to be related to diabetes.  Is the trait due to a channel mutation, or mutations of more general sorts that affect the ion concentrations that normal channels respond to?  It seems to be a mix.  But it doesn't seem to be a hopeless polygenic sea of contributing variants, because the symptomatology is so specific and localized to specific tissue.

The problem exemplifies the importance of partial sequestration and modularity, and others of the basic principles of life that we often write about.  An ion channel is used by a cell to sense and relate to its environment: to shove excess negative or positive molecules out or import them in, to keep the ionic or pH (chemical) balance suitable for the reactions that must occur inside the cell, and an appropriate difference from the outside world of, say, the blood stream.  In simplified terms, if the cell is too salty relative to the blood stream, or too unsalty, the cell can burst, or be drained of water, or be unable to import needed ingredients or export waste, etc.  It's a fundamental way that cells relate to their environment.  And many different genes are involved in the ion channels, or chemical pores, through which these molecules shuffle in and out.

Nonetheless, as we've blogged about before (here, e.g.), even these 'simple' processes are complex.  Many genes may be involved, at least among different cases, but it is not always the case that multiple minor contributions from different genes are required to add up to trouble.  In some cases, and HKPP may be one, there is what is called multiple unilocus causation:  In a given case, only one variant gene may be responsible, but in different cases different genes -- but only one gene per case.

Some people can trace a specific form of periodic paralysis through generations in their family, and others are the only known family member to be affected.  And, the same mutation in a single family can have very different symptoms, from very infrequent, or even no attacks of weakness, to waking daily with paralysis.  And, essentially the same phenotype, or at least spectrum, is due in different individuals to mutations in different genes.  Or different people with the same variant can have different symptoms. Other examples of similar multiple unilocus causation include retinitis pigmentosa, an inherited disease that leads to blindness in middle age, and another is congenital deafness.

Some individuals, including our daughter, have none of the known mutations.  We know this because a physician in Germany, Dr Frank Lehmann-Horns, generously donates genotyping and sequencing services to anyone who has been diagnosed with one of these disorders.  Affected individuals naturally would very much like to know the cause of their disorder, however, and when the cost of whole genome sequencing really is $1000 per genome, they will likely have their genomes sequenced so that a systematic hunt for causation may be undertaken by interested researchers.

Of course, finding the causative mutation in such situations, with hundreds of ion-channel genes, and their regulation, to search through, won't be easy when, as in our daughter's case, there aren't other affected family members to compare.  We all differ from each other at millions of loci in our genomes, and determining which one causes a given case, even focusing in on ion channel genes alone, is a challenge

Affected individuals don't need to know what causes their disorder in order to treat it, certainly, because it is the ion concentration that's the trait, regardless of its origin -- at least as is understood today.  Indeed knowing the gene that causes a monogenic disease is rarely useful in treatment: hundreds of such 'Mendelian' traits are known but few really treatable based on the gene in question. But, patients often worry, and indeed it's often the case that some doctor won't believe their diagnosis unless they have an identified mutation, so the identification can be important for that reason.  And, identifying as completely as possible the suite of mutations that cause this, and any multiple unilocus disorder could be useful in understanding how things go awry, and could in principle lead to better treatment.

Of course, we study and write about aspects of genetic causation and generally see complexity when others yearn for simplicity, but there is the danger that when the story strikes close to home, we might naturally drift towards a search for simple causation -- making the very 'gene for' mistake we criticize when others do it.

Still, while we do think that complex traits should not be treated as though they were simple, traits that really are relatively simple are a different matter.  The search to understand the genetic basis of complex multilocus disease is challenging.  The search to understand multiple unilocus traits, and to know whether they are only the clearest subset of multilocus versions in the population is somewhat different -- single gene changes might be easier to track and confirm when they are inherited.  The unexplained cases, like unexplained heritability that we've written about, may be those due to multiple, individually minor, genetic variants.  As we have often said, and said even before our daughter's diagnosis, the truly genetic disorders are where the money should go, at least to show that understanding causation at the gene level is an important way to approach life.

Similar issues apply to evolution.  A multiple unilocus trait favored by natural selection could arise in different individuals in a population because of mutations in different genes with similar effect.  Over time, the population could come to be made of individuals who had the favored trait.  But this doesn't mean that they share the same genotype or that there would be detectable evidence for natural selection in any specific part of the genome -- because many different genes could each have experienced only weak selection in the population as a whole.  If there are many roads to Toledo, none of them need to be superhighways.
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Update: Our daughter outed us last year here on MT, noting in a comment to a post of Holly's that we'd all been enrolled in a sequencing study of rare Mendelian diseases.  The study is ongoing, but our exomes have been completely sequenced now and are currently being analyzed, but nothing yet found.  We certainly hope they identify the genetic basis of her disease, though it's probably a long shot.  But it would mean a lot to her to know the cause of the disease that too often rules her life.