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Last year, I taught a course about the genome. For one of the lessons, I demonstrated the process of acquiring a tissue sample — in this case saliva — and sending it off to 23andMe to look at a million letters in my genome.
Then you get the awesome bonus of learning about your ancestry: finding out which parts came from Europe, Africa, Asia. I had spent many years looking at the genes of other animals — particularly mice — but I never looked at my own. Because I was so excited about it, I got two 23andMe kits for my mom and dad as gifts. I wanted to know if I had a genetic risk. But I also discovered through the 23andMe close relative finder program that I have a half brother, Thomas.
I have my PhD in cell and molecular biology. I called my dad. I was so confused. I freaked out. I pulled out my genetics textbooks, called my contact at 23andMe, and asked if it was wrong. I called my sister and for three days, we agonized about what to do, we got into a fight, and thought. Do we not say something? I reached out to Thomas over 23andMe and soon found out he had been adopted at birth and was searching for his birth parents for years.
