Valen’s husband, Noah, offers insight into what it’s like to be a caregiver to a PKD patient.
I sat with my face in my hands as the fifth person tried to start an IV in Valen’s delicate veins. She was trembling vigorously, staring at the ceiling; her tired eyes were red and glassy. She winced as the needle pierced her skin for the eleventh time; tears again welled up. We had been at the hospital for several hours at this point and we were both exhausted, neither of us had much left to give. This had to work. I waited with baited breath and finally heard the words I had been waiting for, “I can taste the saline!” Valen exclaimed. A wave of relief came across me and my eyes welled up with tears, the IV was a success.