I was a juvenile diabetic, so I always was very aware of my health. I was able to stay pretty healthy until I was 26. That’s when my kidneys started to fail.
In 1987, I began peritoneal dialysis treatments to do the work my kidneys could no longer do. Dialysis was horrible for me. I suffered constant fatigue, nausea, and swelling and eventually found it very difficult to continue working. When my doctors began talking about a kidney transplant, my husband and I decided to return home to Columbus, with our three very young children, to have the extra support of my family.