Hemophilia and Me
— Jennifer Lynne

Letting a doctor go can feel like a radical act, especially when, like me, you live with a lifelong bleeding disorder. Many of us are taught, implicitly or explicitly, to be grateful for any care we receive, to avoid rocking the boat, and to trust that the person with the…

Last year was a year of conferences for me — at least 10 by my count. It still amazes me that, in the hemophilia community, thousands of individuals and families are able to travel and attend these events at little or no cost, thanks to the support of event…

I wasn’t doing anything unusual when it happened. I wasn’t exercising, rushing around, or kicking someone. I was simply walking around my house when I felt a sudden, sharp pain in the ball of my foot. Within seconds, it began to swell. A bruise appeared, purple, unmistakable, and completely uninvited.

In a previous column, I shared Tara Blakely’s journey to earning a black belt — an accomplishment nearly 30 years in the making, interrupted by life, motherhood, undiagnosed hemophilia, and everything in between. Impressive, certainly. I was equally impressed by her 110-pound weight loss. I’ve struggled with my…

When fellow columnist G Shellye Horowitz asked me to travel to Houston to support her through surgery for superior mesenteric artery syndrome, I didn’t hesitate. I knew I needed to be there. She told me I was the perfect choice because I understand hemophilia, its treatment,…

For most people, taekwondo is about discipline, confidence, and the long path toward a black belt. For Tara Blakely, it became something else entirely — a story of interruptions, detours, motherhood, misdiagnosed bleeding, and the quiet strength required to begin again when life keeps pulling you away. Tara began her…

For years, writing about women with hemophilia and other bleeding disorders has meant telling stories of delayed diagnoses, silent pain, and lives shaped by the absence of care. In many ways, it still does. But lately, I think something has shifted. The change has been gradual, and I don’t…

When you live with a bleeding disorder, you get used to explaining yourself. You learn to walk into an emergency room ready with a treatment letter and a mental script of your medical history. You learn to minimize pain, explain bruises, fight for treatment, and reassure medical professionals that, yes,…

I first met Connie Montgomery at the Hope Conference in Orlando, Florida, one of those rare moments when you instantly recognize a kindred spirit. Over lunch, we fell into deep conversation about women with bleeding disorders, the challenges we face, and the determination it takes to keep…

The energy in the room was unmistakable. Before the official start of the Hope Conference in Orlando, Florida, last week, a group of women had been invited for a special preconference event — a day set aside just for us. It was marked by laughter, the sharing of stories,…

After every storm, there’s a moment when you think the hard part is over. The winds calm, the skies clear, and you take that first deep breath of relief — only to realize the real work is just beginning: the cleanup, the repairs, and waiting for things to return to…