In my (Steve’s) first post I summed up 56 years of experience in four paragraphs. In this post the story speeds up and summarizes a couple of months’ experience. I previously shared that my wife (Patty) has always been worried about not knowing my family health history. She’d asked me often to take one of the DNA tests on the market. Last August I acquiesced and sent in the test package. That evening I offhandedly mentioned to my sons that the results might reveal a family member out there in the world. But I did not take it that seriously at the time.
At noon on September 20th I received the email from the DNA test site saying my results were ready online. In first scanning the results I was happy that finally I could answer my boys’ assertions that I’m eastern European. (I’m not. I’m 70% British/Irish and 30% French/German, and 1% other). That was cool. Then I clicked on the DNA relatives tab on the web page. Clicking the button on a mouse is such an innocuous action but this click practically stopped my heart. Click to read the rest of the post and leave a comment.