Well- I will never forget the day that my husband was going to visit the kidney dr. for the first time. He had always had his kidneys checked with our regular dr., but now he had to see the kidney specialist.
The same dr. had helped with his mother’s kidney transplant several years earlier. After he finished with his exam, the dr. looked at me and said, “you know there is no cure for this disease right?” Those words did not sit well with me! Who is he to tell me that Timmy is stuck with this PKD! NO WAY! He will beat this!
So every appointment after that, the dr. kept reminding me that “there is no cure for this”, but we were not settling for that answer. Timmy fought every day to keep his illness away. He watched his blood pressure, took vitamins, ate cranberries, stayed away from aspirin – did everything possible – but it wasn’t enough. Those stupid, yet important kidneys were getting the best of him.
Some days just made us mad- but we took each day ONE DAY AT A TIME.