Buckets. Buckets and buckets of tears. That’s the only way I can describe the tears I have shed…
Articles by Cazandra Campos-MacDonald
When I am asked how Thanksgiving was for my family, I tell people that my little family ate…
Last week, I was on Facebook and a post I had been dreaming about appeared on my timeline.
Normal. I’m not exactly sure if I know the definition of normal. I’m thinking that most normal people…
When you live with a chronic illness, it is easy to feel alone. You can get mired in…
The hemophilia landscape is much different today from 21 years ago, when my first son was born. There…
When you infuse through a port there are several steps to completing an infusion, as opposed to a…
My mighty warrior Caeleb is only 11 and has had six ports. One cracked, another became infected, one…
Some words can be offensive. I’m not talking about some of the obvious, obnoxious words in the world,…
When your child is little and isn’t able to verbalize pain, you find yourself worrying constantly that you are…