Now I’m Really Curious!

A strange thing happened today. Joey texted me that he had genetic testing done. Basically, the company sent him a container. He spit into it and mailed it back. A month or so later, he got the results. He wanted the testing done because he was curious. The results he told me about have just made me more curious.

He did find out some interesting things. According to his genetic composition, he has much higher odds of living to be a hundred. So that’s good news. He’s unlikely to be able to taste bitter, has slightly curly hair and fast twitch muscle fiber (sprinter type muscles). It also said that he would be a two-pack-a-day smoker if he smoked cigarettes. Luckily, he doesn’t. But that’s pretty much what I smoked when I was a smoker.

The genetic testing also said that he is at a higher risk for age-related macular degeneration, atrial fibrillation and restless leg syndrome. That doesn’t sound very good, but I guess he can keep an eye on it if he knows he’s at a higher risk. The results also showed that he has a gene for increased episodic memory, increased genetic pain sensitivity, a lower genetic body mass and a higher tendency to overeat. Strange combination.

Some things he’s at a lower risk than normal are Alzheimer’s disease, rheumatoid arthritis, melanoma and multiple sclerosis. All good to know.

But the strangest thing to me that Joey learned through the genetic testing was his background on his maternal side, meaning me. We are apparently Scandinavian and European, but also have the same DNA that was extracted from the remains of a 6th-century AD Chinese chieftain. What? Even stranger is that Joey told me that he has been told all of his adult life that he looks sort of Asian. He said it’s his eyes. He said that he always thought they were crazy. Until now.

I was telling Taylor Belle and Mason about what Joey found out and about having Chinese in our lineage. Taylor Belle said that maybe that’s why Joey’s eyes made him look Asian. What? She had never mentioned to me that she thought that Joey looked a little Asian. Doesn’t that seem odd?

And then I was visiting with mama and told her about Joey’s genetic testing. She told me that once, when she was younger, a man asked her if she was Asian. I’ve looked at my mama all my life and never once have I even thought about her looking Asian. Really odd.

So now my curiosity is really going. I want to know more. I want to know our history. I want to know the stories. I’ve always been told that my daddy’s family originally came from France, and my mama’s family from England. Never once did Chinese come into the equation. Don’t you find that strange? Joey wants me to do the genetic testing, and I think that I may just do that. See if I can find out more answers. I’ll let you know what I find out.