Until I was in my mid-fifties I was lucky enough to believe that I was a healthy person. A diagnosis of kidney disease was the last thing I expected. I've always taken good care of myself and have never smoked. I've always been active and have never been much overweight. I believed that I was healthy and would stay that way as long as I continued to be good to my body. I looked forward to being in good shape heading into my middle age years and beyond.
Then I got appendicitis, which led to a surprise discovery in the hospital emergency room when the doctor told me I had lots of cysts on my kidneys. He asked if anyone in my family had it because it was hereditary. My polycystic kidney disease had been discovered.