Seeing five family members suffer from PKD has given me the passion to carry on the legacy that they couldn’t because they ran out of time. I can’t control the fact that I have PKD, but I can control how I live with PKD. After two years on dialysis due to my disease, a generous coworker came forwarded to donate her kidney to me in 2005. I have been blessed with this new lease on life and retirement; and I knew I needed to step up as the volunteer San Antonio Walk for PKD Coordinator. The San Antonio community has opened their hearts—and their checkbooks—to help fight PKD, and I am grateful for the chance to raise awareness with the medical and lay communities in the area. My husband, Mark, has stepped out as the Volunteer PKD Chapter Coordinator for San Antonio. When people ask me why we volunteer, we have three words: best paycheck ever. A Cure is Our Finish Line.
