I was diagnosed with PKD in 2005 after an MRI on my back. Once I found out PKD was genetic, my mom and sister were tested and diagnosed as well. My grandmother died from PKD, although no one knew the exact kidney complication at the time. My Uncle Victor died two years later, awaiting a kidney transplant after undergoing a radical nephrectomy and subsequent dialysis. After 21 years in the military, I am now on my ninth assignment, working at Lackland-Kelly Air Force Base in San Antonio. I support the PKD Foundation because we need an organization to fight for PKD and bring as much exposure to this disease as possible. I support the Foundation’s continued fight on Capitol Hill to get research funding so we can discover treatments and a cure for this disease.
