Analyzing Jay's Genome

Six years ago I mailed a thousand dollars and a sample of my spit to a company named 23andMe to analyze my genome.

What the hey? I’m an earlier adopter. I might learn something from the interpretation of my DNA. I was interviewed by Le Monde and a few others because paying $1,000 for something this far out labeled me as an interesting outlier. Or a nutcase.


I can’t say I’ve been impressed with the results I’ve received over the years. They’re right: I have Atrial Fibrilation. I also have Restless Leg Syndrome. But they’re also wrong: My ear wax (if you must know) is dry. I have an extreme alcohol flush response (I turn beet red).


Other findings remind me of how primitive DNA research can be. Not at increased risk for a heart attack? I’ve had three.

Every now and again I receive email that a potential fourth cousin wants to talk with me. It’s not going to happen.


Some day genomic analysis will help people figure out how to deal with health issues. We’re not there yet.

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