I have waited so long to write what I am about to write. The funny part is, I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to say it. It still feels so surreal.
As you may know from my last post ( “The Five Stages of DNA Purgatory“) I got the matches I needed to solve my mystery… But they were anonymous. I sent messages, and they never responded. In the beginning, I kept hoping maybe they were busy. Maybe they didn’t see it. Maybe they were still learning how to use the site. But every day that passed, the more hopeless I felt about it. What good is a match if I don’t know their name? What good is a match that I can’t trace? Eventually, my top match changed her name to “Lana B.” but as you can imagine, it didn’t do me much good and her son was still anonymous. By the time six months rolled around from when it popped up in October, I gave up trying to figure it out. My best match below the mother and son pair on 23andme was a measly 49cm and I had no idea, not even remotely, where it fit.
Then in January, a new match popped up on Ancestry. 90cm. It wasn’t as high as I would have liked, but it was nearly double my next highest match. I did a lot of digging. I made some mirror trees. I traced out every single branch I could find. I thought I had it narrowed down to one specific couple (perhaps my great-great-grandparents?), but try as I might, I just couldn’t narrow it down to any of their children. Something wasn’t making sense. I kept digging though. And then dug some more. And more. And finally, after nearly a month of this, I threw my hands up in frustration.
I was exhausted. I was depressed. I was frustrated beyond measure. I was desperate. I was sad. I was absolutely and utterly hopeless.
The odds of getting another high match like the anonymous ones that kept teasing me were low. And even if I did, how long would it take? A week? A month? A decade? My life was starting to revolve around these trees. Interpreting DNA and desperately trying to make sense of matches so small, most genetic genealogists wouldn’t bother with them; but those matches were all I had to work with. I had absolutely buried myself in DNA. It even invaded my dreams; I would have very long, detailed dreams about working on trees, pinpointing matches, and getting closer to an answer. I had to really focus to contain my jealousy, and my urge to throw myself on the floor and throw a tantrum, “WHY CAN’T THAT BE ME?” any time one of my fellow searchers found their family or was reunited with their birth family. I probably spent enough time on it to equate to a part-time job over the last year, yet I just couldn’t manage to get any closer. It felt like no matter how I tried, I just wasn’t allowed to have an answer. For me, there would never, be any resolution. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how patient I was, no matter what I did.
So, feeling especially sorry for myself, I decided I needed a break. I was tired of desperately refreshing my match pages every few hours, hoping something changed, when 99% of the time it doesn’t. It was making me crazy. I decided I would take one more look at all three of my match pages, and if nothing new popped out, or no new leads stood out, then I was going to take a break; indefinitely. For my sanity’s sake.
I logged into ancestry. Nothing new. Family Tree DNA. Nothing new. GEDmatch. Nothing new. Then 23andme. Nothing new… wait. Lana B.’s son now has his full name listed. And lucky me, it wasn’t a common one. My heart was pounding. I searched his name on Facebook. I found him immediately. I lucked out even more when he had all of his family member’s listed publicly in his “About Me.” And sure enough, Lana B. was listed as his mother. I rushed over to Ancestry and started building a mirror tree. It took some digging to find records, but I found them pretty quickly and within half an hour, I had a decently sized tree made for her. My goal, was to attach my DNA to her family tree and figure out which side of her family my other DNA relatives seemed to line up with. Then, once I figured that out, I would need to go back 2-4 generations and build out trees for each child’s spouse and see if anything pops out as familiar, or connected to my other DNA matches. Ideally, you want to find where your matches, unrelated to one another, intersect, because odds are, you are descended from the marriage they intersect at, not always, but there’s a good chance.
One of the things you can do while building trees is look at other member’s public trees to compare information. I do this regularly, just to double check and compare what other people have. While working on Lana B.’s tree, I pulled up someone’s tree that included one of her ancestors. I was confirming the information on one side, and just happened to glace at the other side and saw the name Woods. Well, it’s a common name, but after looking through the succession of Woods’ and the marriages, I realized pretty quickly that the other side of the tree matches my 90cm match’s tree exactly. I sat there in disbelief. Did this really just fall into my lap? Did I really just get that lucky?
Based on what I was seeing, there was no endogamy. I had to be descended from where the family of Lana and the family of my 90cm match intersected. I almost squealed I was so excited. One of that couple’s grandsons was my father! ONE OF THEIR GRANDSONS WAS MY FATHER! I couldn’t believe it! Now, just to figure out which grandson. From what I could tell, there were three. Two brothers with the same last name, so the same father, and their cousin. The home person on the tree was one of the two brothers, so I started looking into his father’s line. At this point, I felt pretty deflated. Nothing was familiar. Nothing really matched. So, it had to be his cousin, right?
I sent the tree owner a pretty vague message, asking about the daughter of his grandmother and what her name was, along with any siblings. Then we talked briefly about DNA. He said “assuming you aren’t adopted” in his message and I felt comfortable enough to come clean with him about what I was doing and I asked about his cousin;
“I am not adopted but my father is unknown. My mother never told the father. I wonder if perhaps your uncle had any sons? I would be looking for a man likely born in the 60s, likely in the military, and in Alaska in early 1988. That’s literally everything I know, unfortunately, and Margie and Wesley’s lines intersect with both of my closest matches on either side.
I am quite young. 27. So if your uncle has a child it is possible! But my 3rd cousin matches through Wesley and my second cousin through Margie. I’m not sure how likely that is to be fluke!”
At this point, I was really hoping this man would help by giving me more information on his uncle and whether or not he had any sons and who their mothers were. If I could get that information, I could search for more matches and see what fits. Instead, he responded with this;
“Well… Wow. At first I was thinking it could be my uncle’s son, but…
My brother was born in 66 and stationed in Anchorage Alaska in the late 80s. What is your mom’s name? He was married to a woman (first marriage) who already had two children, but it was short lived and no children between them (to any of our knowledge – maybe not even his). I can’t remember if they met in Alaska or not.
So my brother would be WAY more likely to fit this scenario than my Gary’s son.
If this is true…this would be crazy. :)”
Wow! Just wow! I could barely compose myself. He asked if he could call me and despite my extreme aversion to phone conversations with anyone but my grandma and my husband, I agreed. We talked for an hour. Turns out that he and his brother had the same last name, but different fathers, both with the same name. Unrelated, just coincidence. After doing a little digging, I was able to track down the brother’s father’s lines. Sure enough, a few 4th-6th cousins matched up down his paternal lines. His brother sent me some photos. I couldn’t believe it. He looked so much like me, and his daughter could have been my twin when I was the same age.
This was it. I found him.
The next few days, I worked on expanding the tree. My uncle continued to help me find information. He also told my aunt. We facetimed, which again, was a huge deal. I don’t video-chat with anyone but my grandma and Alinda. Sometimes Chelsea. She was so excited and couldn’t get over it. At this point, my father was unaware. I was afraid to tell him. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I was really worried about upsetting or disrupting his life. I didn’t want that. And with how many times I have had to have that uncomfortable conversation, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it again, especially since I knew I had found my answer. I was happy just knowing. His brother and sister were bursting at the seams though, and insisted that he would be happy about it, so I agreed. Why not jump in feet first? I have already worked for this for ten years! Let’s do it. They conference called him and told him.
My daughter had star-student of the week. I went to her school to have lunch with her. When I got home, my husband looked at me and said “Do you want to call your dad? He called twice while you were gone.” My heart just about exploded. “Call my dad?” CALL MY DAD?! I never, ever, in my life, imagined that I would ever get to say those words. Something so simple, but so powerful at the same time. I couldn’t believe it was happening.
I called him, and I could have sworn he could hear my heart just slamming against my ribs while we spoke. He was nice. Funny. Excited. And really, really, friendly. And even more interested than he was friendly. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I hit the jackpot. No doors slammed in my face. No threats. No one telling me to get lost. Every bad thing I have ever prepared myself for, or imagined and feared… It was the complete opposite.
I spent the next two weeks feeling like it was all a daydream. I would rush down to the computer every morning to triple check and make sure it wasn’t another taunting dream. I couldn’t stop re-checking, re-evaluating, re-confirming. I was re-checking my work a million times a day, terrified and paranoid that somehow, I made a mistake. Did I get something wrong? What if I did? Maybe I should check again. I even cross-checked it with people more experienced in genetic genealogy than me me, even having some pretty well-known expects take a peek. Everyone came to the same conclusion. Over and over again. No matter how many times I checked it. This was it.
I found my dad.
I thought I got lucky having two very high new matches show up on 23andme, but truly, I wish they never had. The site locked down the anonymous accounts on November 12, as planned, in preparation for their new user interface. Sure enough, they slowly rolled out the changes. My grandpa’s account was converted first and I was over the moon to discover that the new system allowed me to send a message to an anonymous user, despite the fact that these anonymous users are planned to be phased out. I was thrilled I was going to get a second chance to contact these two matches. Maybe they would respond this time. I wrote, re-wrote, and re-worded my email a million times before I sent it. I wanted it to be perfect. Maybe that’s why they didn’t respond to the first one. This time, I wouldn’t mess it up. I was friendly, polite, engaged and asked direct questions, while providing just enough information to hopefully pique their curiosity.
Then I waited.
And then I logged in and refreshed the page forty times an hour. Then twenty. Then once an hour. Then once a day.
They haven’t responded. I don’t think they ever will and it completely blows my mind. These individuals had JUST got their test results when I messaged them the first time, before the site changed over. I had logged in, then logged in again two days later and saw the new match and messaged him instantly. Then I was obsessively checking it waiting for a response from him. I checked it. Nothing. Watched a television show. Checked again an hour later and his (likely) mother’s match showed up. I messaged her within an hour of her results being posted. Which makes me think they had to have seen the message. I would assume after forking out a couple hundred on this test, they would be checking it. Even more mind boggling is that the DNA relatives feature isn’t automatically done. You have to deliberately enable it. You have to click through all of these different options and “opt in” to the DNA relatives feature. Which means that these people deliberately chose to participate in this feature, yet ignored me.
I don’t get it. I really don’t.
At this point, I know I’m throwing a pity party. I’m feeling apathetic. I’m not crying as much as I was, but there was a good week where I’d start thinking about it and just burst into tears. For those that know me, this is a big deal. I don’t usually cry unless someone died. But that’s how I feel. I feel like someone died. Truly. I went through the five stages of grief with this.
Denial… I kept thinking they’ll message me any minute. I’m being impatient. Maybe if I refresh it again, there will be a message. There wasn’t. Maybe one more time. Still nothing. Let’s throw in the definition of insanity here, since it seems to apply. Well, maybe when I wake up in the morning. Well, maybe by dinner time. Maybe they’re working a lot this week and they’ll get back to me this weekend when they have some free time. Well, maybe this weekend just got crazy busy, so they’ll try again later.
Then I got angry. Why would they take this test if they aren’t going to respond? What is the point? Why would they do this and be so unwilling to help? Genealogy and genetic genealogy really rely on a sharing of information and cooperation. Why be a dick and withold it? Especially when you are such an amazing match? What did I do to deserve this? Do they not realize how badly this is hurting me? Why would they do this if they’re just going to complete ignore everyone?! Especially this high of a match.
And here comes the bargaining. I told my muslim friend and my christian friend… If your god is real, here’s the chance to make me doubt my atheism. I even told a good friend of mine if they contact me, I promise, I will read the Quaran cover to cover. It doesn’t mean I will believe it, but I will read it. Better yet, I’ll go upstairs (since I live in an old church) kneel down on the alter and praise sweet baby Jesus/Mohammed. I will officially change my label from atheist to agnostic. Just let this one thing go right. Religious bargaining isn’t working. Okay, universe. Let’s try again. I will let it rest if I find my answer. Just a name. That’s all I want. I won’t contact him. I won’t interfere. Just let me solve this puzzle. I can be happy. Even if he’s a complete jerk or a serial killer or wants my head on a platter. Just give me the answer.
Then came the depression. I’ll never win. I’ll never solve this puzzle and it seems like I am the only one who doesn’t get their answer. In my DNA search group, there are success stories and reunifications left and right. It will never be me. Everything good is happening somewhere else. I’m doomed to fail. The universe won’t ever cut me some slack and no matter how hard I try, it doesn’t matter and it never will. I’ll never get my answer and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. I know it makes me a terrible person, but I can’t even see other people’s success stories anymore. I get so angry and bitter, my head could explode. And then I go right back to the anger and bargaining.
And acceptance? I don’t think that will ever come. I can accept my father being a scumbag. I can accept him wanting nothing to do with me. But I really can’t accept never knowing.
Then I saw this quote.
And it hit home. That’s what this is. That’s why it hurts so bad. That’s why the grief is so intense. It is a deep and profound sense of loss that I cannot even attempt to describe or put words to, because even the best description would fall short by far.
It’s just not fair. As childish as that is. It’s not fair. There is nothing I can do about it. Nothing anyone else can do about it (except maybe those two matches who seem to enjoy this hell they have condemned me to). There’s nothing. And the worst part is… Before, there was nothing. No good matches. No real or conclusive way to obtain an answer. Just ways to work slight closer, but still tremendously far away. Now, there’s something. It’s right there. In front of my face.
And I can’t have it.
My search for my father has been anything but easy. It’s been complicated. Difficult. Emotional. Devastating. Soul-crushing. Disappointing. Aggravating. Painful. Infuriating. Saddening. Desperate. Heartbreaking.
After exhausting all possibilities, I turned to autosomal DNA testing. So many people have been able to locate their families this way. People with even less knowledge than I have about my father (which to be honest, I still have terribly little). There have been babies abandoned on doorsteps or trashcans who found their biological parents using these methods. I was so hopeful that it would work for me. I did all three DNA testing sites, 23andme, Ancestry and Family Tree DNA. I even uploaded my DNA to a fourth site. I had so much hope that I would get a decent match and I would be able to track down my biological father.
It didn’t work out that way.
I had no decent matches on my father’s side (my mother and maternal grandfather both tested to help me categorize my matches as maternal vs. paternal). I even tried to hire professional genetic genealogists to help work my case but my matches were so bad, that even they wouldn’t take my case. Despite the grim outlook, I kept working. Hours and hours and hours sucked into the abyss. It didn’t get me closer to my answer, but I am fairly certain I have identified a few ancestors.
Which brings us to this week.
I logged into my 23andme account just to check and see if anything had changed. It never does, no matter how many times I check, which is why I jokingly refer to checking it as my “ritualistic torture.” I login every single time, hoping for something new, but for seven months, nothing.
Then there was something.
I logged in and right below my mother and my grandfather’s matches to me was a new match. 1.47% across six segments. More than 2.5x my best match. Likely a second cousin once removed. I freaked out. I checked to see if he was on my mother’s side. Knowing my luck, it would be on my mother’s side. My only good matches are. He wasn’t. I had just checked a couple days prior, so he had to have just been added. Then I really started panicking. Unfortunately, this user was anonymous, which meant all I could see was the percentage shared, how many segments, gender and the maternal and paternal haplogroups.
Then I started obsessively checking to see if he responded. 24 hours later, no response. I was feeling anxious and worried. I checked one more time before bed and saw another match. Female. 2.97% across 10 segments. A second cousin. Same maternal haplogroup as the previous match, so likely a mother and son. Unfortunately she was anonymous too.
How did I get that lucky? That’s an amazing match. If they respond to me with even the tiniest shred of information, I will be able to find my dad (or a very short conclusive list of who it may be). No doubts. 100% certain. This is what I have been waiting for. This is my key to unlock my answer and find the closure I have been trying to find for so long.
But here I wait. And wait. And wait.
Maybe they’re busy. Maybe they haven’t seen it yet. Maybe they’re still learning how to use the site. I’ve gone through every possibility, but I am so scared that they won’t respond to me. To make matters worse, 23andme is changing their system on the 11th and anonymous users will no longer be able to participate in the relative finding aspects of the site, my contact request will be deleted and all anonymous users will be removed from my list.
So now I panic a little bit more the closer it gets to the 11th. I feel like the universe is dangling carrots in front of me. I just need them to respond to me. That’s all. How cruel it would be to have those matches, knowing they are there and your answer is within them, but for them to yield nothing and disappear. I worry, that along with everything else that has ever gone along with my paternity, my luck will continue its trend and I still won’t be any closer to my answer.
If they respond to me, with even the tiniest bit of information, I am confident I will be able to solve this mystery. But I am so afraid that they won’t.
While I wait for my matches to propagate, I decided to run a genetic health report on www.promethease.com The data is a little scary, but given I don’t know anything about my paternal side at all I figured it would be good to get an idea of what I have a risk factors for based on my genetics.
Extremely low risk of atrial fibrillation
Extremely low risk of autoimmune disease
Low risk of obesity
Reduced risk of acute coronary events
Lower heart attack risk than average
Resistance to norovirus
More likely to respond to placebos for anxiety
0.44x decreased age related macular degeneration risk
Greatly increased memory performance
Slow caffeine metabolizer
60% reduction in viral load with HIV
Less likely to sustain damage from alcoholism
Lower risk of going bald
Stronger bones (never broken one!)
Wet earwax and better body odor
Decreased basal cell carcinoma risk (0.78x less likely)
Slightly lower risk of bladder cancer
Higher levels of good cholesterol
Resistance to Prion disease (which is transmitted through cannibalism… so I think I’m safe anyway)
Lower risk of endometriosis
Typical birthweight babies
Lower risk of autism
Lower risk of alcohol withdrawal seizures
Decreased risk of Parkinson’s disease
Decreased risk of Alzheimer’s disease
Several types of impaired drug metabolism
I will have to be on drug watch with any new medication
Seven times less likely to respond to antidepressants (that explains a lot)
Carrier for an erythropoietic protoporphyria mutation
Increased risk of celiac disease
1.3x higher risk of ER+ breast cancer
Carrier of allele for congenital adrenal hyperplasia (I actually carry two of these)
Carrier of allele for Alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency
1.3x increased risk for type II diabetes
Lack of empathy (apparently my oxytoxin receptors are genetically flawed)
2.5x the risk of developing narcolepsy
2.8x the risk of psoriasis
1.3x the risk of aortic and brain aneurisms
Stronger cravings for alcohol
5x the risk of Fuch’s dystrophy, a corneal disease
1.16x the risk of osteoarthritis
1.94x the risk of rheumatoid arthritis
2.5x the risk of acute lymphoblastic leukemia
Prone to thrombosis
1.47x the risk of uterine fibroids
Higher risk for chordoma
1.5-3x the risk of oschemic stroke
2.1x increased risk of Crohn’s disease
3.7x the risk of schizophrenia (greatttttt…)
Increased risk of depression, panic and stress response
Prone to alcoholism
5.5x the risk of type-1 diabetes
2.67x the risk of systemic sclerosis
1.4x the risk of hypertension in pregnancy
No physical benefit to alcohol consumption (maybe this is good?)
1.5x the risk of childhood asthma
Delayed childhood speech
Aspirin resistant (bad news if I do have a heart attack)
Increased risk of bipolar
Increased risk of multiple sclerosis
1.2x the risk of endometrial ovarian cancer
Significantly increased risk of cervical cancer
Slightly higher risk of cannabis dependence
Reduced conversion of beta-carotene to retinol
2.4x the risk of Grave’s disease
2x increased risk of Hodgkin Lymphoma
4x higher risk of hyperuracemia
2x increased risk of parkinson disease
1.4x the risk of lupus
1.7x the risk of developing a peanut allergy
1.2-1.8x risk of tuberculosis
2x the risk of melanoma
So, what I am gathering from this, is that I am smart, have a good heart, don’t do well with antidepressant drugs, have no physical benefit to alcohol consumption and am prone to alcoholism, but won’t sustain damage or have seizures if I do become an alcoholic… Probably shouldn’t eat peanuts, but cannibalism won’t leave me diseased and need more caffeine than most…
Did I miss something?
Oh yeah, i’ve promised i will come back with those lightweight jogging stroller reviews, but i will let that for the next time fellas.
Happy anniversary to me!
Just kidding… No, really. May 15th (my little sister’s birthday) was the nine year anniversary of trying to find my father. Nine years. Nine longggg years. Nine *bleeping* years.
That’s a long time.
Anyway, as if to celebrate the nine year mark of my search for my biological father, my 23andme status was bumped up to Step 5: Initial Results. I didn’t get my ethnicity report immediately, like I thought I would, but they came the next day (Saturday). However, I couldn’t resist from running my raw genetic data through another program ( www.gedmatch.com ) to see what it had to say for my ethnic composition.
You’ll have to click on it to make it bigger and view the percentages. It surprised me a bit, as I didn’t expect Asian to be on there at all. Asian was probably the very last ethnicity I expected to be on my report. Either way, I’m being told that GEDmatch isn’t the best for ethnicity so I didn’t put too much faith into it. My 23andme results came in the next day.
These are more like I was expecting, but still… I didn’t expect any Middle Easter, North African, Asian, Native American or Sub-Saharan African. Some of the European covers the Iberian Peninsula and Mediterranean, as well as Poland, Hungary, Russia and Ukraine. I wasn’t surprised by those, except maybe the Iberian aspect. I knew there was Polish in my maternal grandfather’s line. At least I think I knew… I know I’ve heard there is, I just don’t remember where I heard it.
It also gave my my maternal haplogroup. I can’t see my paternal haplogroup unless I have a male paternal relative test, as the paternal haplogroup is passed down on the Y-chromosome. Being a girl, I have no Y chromosome and my son would have gotten his Y-chromosome from his father, making that useless in identifying my father’s line. I would need to test a son of my father’s, my father, or even my father’s brothers (if they all have the same father). I don’t think I have ever wished I was a boy in my life except for now… Just so I could have the information on that Y-chromosome.
So, while knowing my maternal haplogroup isn’t really helpful in identifying my paternal family, it is still very interesting to know. And as immature as it is, I find it giggle-worthy that the name of the people was “Saami” and my nickname is “Sammi.” I know, completely unrelated and coincidental, but fun!
Another interesting thing… I am 3.2% Neanderthal. I know everyone has it in them, but I have to admit, I was surprised to learn that I have more Neanderthal than 99% of the population… Sheesh. Way to go, knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing self!
In the meantime, I have uploaded my raw data to www.gedmatch.com so if you want to compare our kits, my kit ID number is M798033. My data has been tokenized and can be compared one-to-one but it hasn’t been batched and can’t be compared one-to-many yet.
So now I wait for matches. I am dying for the matches part. I have read so much about all of this and I just want to jump in and start digging. I’ve learned so much about triangulation and how to identify lineage! I just want to apply it now!
Okay. I’ve gone from excited to insane. This wait is killing me.
My initial guess was Tuesday to Friday. After re-looking over everyone else’s processing times, I think today (Wednesday) to Friday is more realistic. 7-9 days on Step 4. Unfortunately, I am still going insane. I really hate feeling like I know something, then having soooo much time to doubt myself, wonder about the what-ifs and then eventually, wonder if I’m just crazy. I want these results back and I want them now.
But unfortunately, I have to wait. If they had an expedited processing option, I so would have bought it. I don’t care how expensive it would have been based on these chemion reviews. I’d have done it in a heartbeat, but nope. I have to wait.
Have I mentioned that it’s making me crazy? Because it is.
Funny thing though, I do expect them by Friday… Friday will be the 9 year anniversary of looking for my father. It’d be ironic if that’s when I get them… but I’d prefer sooner.
I am getting antsier by the minute waiting for my test results to come in. Just when I think I can’t get any more antsy than I already am (or any more impatient than I already am), I do.
If I go by the current times being seen by those waiting on the North Carolina lab, I should have my 23andme “Step 5: Initial Results” in any time between tomorrow (5/12) and Friday (5/15). I am hoping for tomorrow. I think I’m going to go crazy if I have to wait any longer than I already have. In a way, it’s kind of neat that I am expecting my results before the 15th. The 15th of May is the 9 year anniversary of when my search actually began. It was when I asked for the names and began the process that got me to this point. It seems a little cosmic that it would end up this way, with me ringing in the ninth year expecting these results. It’s even crazier to me that I never realized how valuable that this testing could be. I wish I had done it sooner, although it probably wouldn’t have changed my wait by much as the process and databases have taken a lengthy amount of time to grow and expand to the point that they are helpful.
My Ancestry kit arrived to their lab early on Friday. Here we are, Monday morning and it still hasn’t been scanned into the system. I told someone that and she said that they’re really slow to update and by the time they notified her that they received it, her kit had already been processed and her results were in… in just 12 days from mailing! If I go by that, I mailed it on May 4 (but it didn’t leave the post office until the 5th) then I could have results as early as Friday or Saturday (maybe Monday if they don’t process on weekends?). How awesome would that be? I can only hope.
One thing I am getting excited about is the ethnicity. I’ve never known what ethnicity I was, beside what was on my mother’s side. I have always been curious what I am and honestly, with the English on my mom’s side, I could be diluting down some unexpected ethnicities. Who knows? I could be part African, Mexican, Spanish, French, Greek, Puerto Rican. It could be any number of things! I hadn’t really put much thought or consideration into that part of the test, but now that it’s getting closer, I am getting pretty excited for it!
So, tell me what you see. What do YOU think I may have in me?
My test kit arrived to 23andme on Saturday (5/2). It was marked as received Monday (5/4) and today, it was marked as “Analyzing DNA.”
This step is actually comprised of two steps… First, the initial analysis and second, the quality control check. Once the second portion of this step is done, I will have access to my raw genetic data and my ethnicity breakdown (step 5). Only in step 6 will I have access to my genetic matches.
I did make an interesting discovery yesterday. I have traced back this man’s paternal line several generations and filled in a couple hundred relatives and family members. One name, William Matt Begley, stuck out so I ran a search on it. I found a woman who is his great-great-granddaughter of his, down a different branch of the tree. I looked at some of her information and posts on forums to discover that she has taken the Ancestry and Family Tree DNA tests! This is good news because if this man is my father, she could show up as a third cousin! Even if he is, there’s still a chance she won’t show up, depending on how she inherited DNA, but there’s a good chance she could!
I am so excited. I keep checking to see if the status on my test has updated or if raw genetic information is available yet. It’s not, sadly. I don’t expect it to be, but good grief, I wish it was! I am getting antsy!
My Ancestry test won’t reach the lab until tomorrow… At least that’s what the post office says. Unfortunately, tracking hasn’t updated in two days, but who knows. Hopefully I get my 23andme results quickly so I have some information to work with for now!