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Ian started his life deathly ill with a six-week stay in the neonatal intensive care unit at Stanford. After the strep infection subsided, he was left with severe brain damage. A CT-scan showed a large cyst at the back of his brain that should have left him blind. As it turned out, he does see, although his vision is not normal, but it is useful to him and for this we can be grateful.
Ian has severe cerebral palsy, severe mental retardation, and is unable to communicate in any specific way. He is, however, a charming young man with many fans. One teacher at his school told me once that Ian is the nicest person she has ever met. The effect he has on people is pretty amazing considering that he has no specific way of telling them what he thinks of them or any way of doing things for them except to cheer them up.
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About the only thing that Ian can actively do is move his left hand so that he can bang on a toy piano. The piano in this picture was a piano/xylophone that had an octave and a half worth of keys. For Ian's twenty-first birthday, John took it apart to give it a really good cleaning and discovered that our daughter, at a very young age, had stuffed gummy bears and other debris into the innards of the piano. Sadly, the piano disintegrated about a year later and was replaced with another that is perfectly adequate, but just not the same. But Ian keeps plunking along.
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