I found out I had PKD when I was seven weeks pregnant with my daughter. It wasn’t the best news—and then I found out my unborn child could also have PKD. After she was born, we ran tests and it confirmed that she and I share the same disease. It was hard to swallow, but it strengthened our bond.
My dad had PKD and is a transplant survivor, as well as a few other family members. I hope to bring awareness, and to not look at this in a negative light so that more can be done to help find a cure.