23 and Who?

My daughter recently told me that she had done the 23 and me test for ancestry and health. Not really a surprise since she is severely lactose intolerant. But was a relief to learn there was nothing that showed up in the health area. Being the daughter of a woman with Chiari kind of makes you wonder if that is going to happen to you. Let alone if there is anything else she had to worry about. But all was good for her.

I decided that I would do the same. I had already done the ancestry test with Ancestry for my sister a couple years ago. She has a friend doing research on the family history. So, spitting in the vial and sending it off left me with no anxiety once again.

When the results returned I was happy to see all was good health wise for what they checked. And my DNA history was almost exactly like Yep, no surprises and no worries. I was born with Chiari but was not diagnosed until I was 30. That was not the 30th birthday I had hoped for and let’s just say I don’t like surprises.

I have been going back and forth on doing my own ancestry research. I am the 4th out of 5 children. My sister Marie is the glorious middle child at 3th. We have a brother (Chip) who is the oldest and an older sister (Libby) as well as a younger sister (Robin). Only the two oldest are full siblings to each other. For me, this would be a way of hopefully filling in the gaps of my history. I don’t know my father. I know his name. I know the story of my parents. I know I am supposedly a great deal like him, my mother states. Is that it? I have so many questions. Unfortunately, getting any more details seems to not be in the cards for me unless I go elsewhere for answers.

23 and me immediately opened me up to over some 1000 possible family members. I was shocked! I knew by some of the information that they were on the maternal side of my family. But still, a 1000 people with DNA like mine. I was nervous looking through what was there and how and when we had connections. They still can’t answer the questions I have but at least it is a start.

I am anxious to say the least to start this journey. I have no idea where it will lead or if it will even go anywhere. I am now 48 years old. I have my own family. I have a wonderful husband and life. But there is still this little girl in me wanting to know about her father. I have talked it over many times with my daughter. Do I really want to do this, I ask her? Will it help, will it hurt, or will it lead nowhere, I just don’t know.

I sit here with a few tears in my eyes. I am glad I did the 23 and Me with my daughter. She is so much braver than I am. Now, am I ready to take the leap to