I
am lucky when it comes to PKD. I didn’t start to go into failure until my early 60s, and then before going into complete failure, I received a kidney from a living donor. This donor was John, my daughter’s friend’s husband. Once he heard of my need, he proceeded to go through the testing process and everything worked out beautifully. I know I’m lucky in many ways. Hopefully my daughters will be lucky, too. In the meantime, though, I volunteer for the PKD Foundation and will keep donating until we find treatments and a cure.
