I was diagnosed with PKD when I was 40. My sister was also diagnosed near that time. She was six years older than me. She died five years ago from a stroke. I began dialysis when I was 59, I’m 61 now, and I’ve been on a transplant list for two years. My oldest daughter, my son, and possibly my twin grandsons also have the disease. My youngest daughter hasn’t been tested yet. She’s 28 and pregnant with her first baby. It’s so tragic how this disease affects generations of families, but I’m hopeful I’ll receive a kidney from a perfect donor.
