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A family affair

Alistair: I was born in Zimbabwe in 1961, the eldest of 4 children.  My father was ill before I was born.  The story goes that he worked as a Conservation officer spending long days in the Zimbabwean bush veld.  It was hot and dry and because he never drank enough water, he developed kidney stones.  The cure for kidney stones in 1960 was a large operation, cutting into the kidney through the muscle in the back and physically removing the stones.  In order to make the stones show up on the x-ray, iodine was injected into his system.  One of the stones moved and blocked the iodine into the kidney which subsequently went bad and had to be removed.  The infection went into the bone of his hip and he had an open wound in his groin from before I was born until he died in 1974.  Up until the time he was diagnosed with kidney stones he was totally unaware that he had Polycystic Kidney disease.  Following a number of different operations and a variety of complications including the amputation of his right leg and a stroke, he died aged 39 of renal failure when I was 12.

Although we did not know it at the time all four of his children, me, my brother and my two sisters had all inherited Polycystic Kidney disease.  I remember being diagnosed when I was 24.  I had just finished 2 years in the Army.  Having done the Officers Course and gone on to join the Paras  I was at peak fitness, but had been suffering quite badly with really bad headaches.  I thought they were stress related and did not pay them too much attention.  When I was told that I had PKD it did not initially mean a lot to me.  I was young and fit and once my blood pressure was under control felt really well again.  I remember phoning my mother after my consultation and being quite surprised when she broke down and wept.  She cried perhaps because she knew what was in store for me having been through the experience with my father throughout his illness.  She had seen the issues he had had to deal with and had nursed him through his illness.  I never really thought about it that much.

Al & siblings
Four Children. A 50/50 chance and we all got it. All my siblings are in various stages of kidney failure. As the eldest mine went first.
Al & Roly
Me and my brother Roly. We both have PKD.
Al & Trudy at Cape Point
Trudy and I on holiday 1 year before the operation
Alistair's dad
My father Peter and Mother Marlene in 1972. Dad had a wooden leg from complications of an early kidney transplant.
Telle & Tasha2
Always a fear that I have passed the disease onto my 2 daughters Chantelle and Natasha
Trudy: I was very concerned that there was a possibility that both my girls may one day also need a transplant, if they were diagnosed with PKD.  They have not yet been tested.  I prayed about my situation and realised that although I only had the one kidney to give and yet three possible recipients, I was not able to choose between them or ‘wait and see’ whether one or both of the girls needed it, in the future.  I was reminded of the story of Alistair’s father and what he had gone through and how medical science had advanced.  I realised that Alistair needed my kidney right now and that I would leave the future in God’s hands and to the advancement of medical science.