My Peloton bike doesn’t go anywhere. That’s the whole point. It sits in my bedroom, stationary, pedals turning against resistance I set myself, wheels spinning in place while the rest of the world stays exactly where it is. No cross-country route, no open road, no wind at my back. Just…
Hemophilia and Me
— Jennifer Lynne
Jennifer Lynne is an entrepreneur specializing in digital marketing, a self-professed computer nerd, and a nationally competitive Scrabble player. Jennifer has strong ties to the bleeding disorder community; she was diagnosed in 1975 with hemophilia B and Von Willebrand’s disease at age 10. She is a University of Wisconsin, Madison graduate with a BA in marketing and journalism, and was in MIT’s Birthing of Giants Fellowship Program. A native of Brookfield, Wisconsin, she now resides in sunny Punta Gorda, Florida. Jennifer hopes her column will raise awareness for hemophilia and other bleeding disorders, especially among women.
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Hurricane Ian directly hit my condo in 2022. My mother and I evacuated to Orlando, Florida, and couldn’t return for weeks. It was long enough that “recovery” became its own kind of routine — a slow, stubborn process that I eventually made my way through. I know how to do…
I was scrolling Facebook last week when a post stopped me cold. It was from Ashley Hall, a mom I’ve come to know in this community. She has two boys with hemophilia A, one of whom, Maverick, also has an inhibitor. An inhibitor develops when the immune system…
There’s a moment I’ve heard described so many times that it feels like a shared memory. A woman finally learns the name of the bleeding disorder she’s carried for so many years without answers. Perhaps it’s von Willebrand disease (VWD), or maybe it’s hemophilia. Then, the doctor’s appointment…
Note: This column describes the author’s experiences with BeneFix (coagulation factor IX). Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. I expected factor to help a bleed. I didn’t expect it to change what my back could do. For months,…
Most mornings, before the day can get its hands on me, I do exercises for my spine. They are not impressive. No one would film them. They are slow, deliberate movements on a mat, the kind of thing that looks like nothing and costs more than it looks. Bracing. Holding.
For most of my life, “tired” was the only word I had, and it was never enough. I’d say it to doctors the way you’d mention the weather — a fact so ordinary it wasn’t worth writing down. And mostly, it wasn’t. Tired was normal. Heavy periods were normal. Being…
When I was in high school, I wasn’t just excused from gym class; I was prohibited from participating in every sport except swimming. While my classmates learned volleyball, basketball, and track, I sat on the sidelines because my bleeding disorders made physical activity too risky. At the time, I accepted…
I’ve been standing in front of my closet longer than I’d like to admit. It’s not vanity. It’s because I know what I want the clothes to do: I want to walk into a marble hallway and have the person across from me see someone steady, prepared, worth listening to…
For most of my childhood and teenage years, I thought everyone planned their lives around their periods the way I did. I wore dark clothes to school, kept my backpack stocked like a field hospital, and constantly did the quiet math of how long I could sit through a class…
It happened three times in 48 hours. I didn’t go looking for them — the conversations found me. Three different people from our bleeding disorders community, none knowing about the others, told me a similar version of the same story. They had tried to talk to their mothers about bleeding…
I have medical records from my old hemophilia treatment center in Wisconsin dating back to the 1990s. Over the years, those old documents have turned out to be some of the most powerful tools in my healthcare journey. I was diagnosed in the ’90s with a rare…
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