“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — often attributed to Albert Einstein I live with a bleeding disorder, hemophilia A. Survival often is truly about attitude, optimism, and perseverance.
Forty-six. That’s how old I was when I finally accessed the hemophilia care that I’d needed my entire life. I believe the reason it took so long was that I’m a woman. It may seem crazy to those who aren’t familiar with the bleeding disorder. For years, the misconception…
It’s never easy to talk about weight. Like many people, my weight has wildly fluctuated throughout my adult life, sometimes by as much as 60 pounds or more. I’ve struggled to find a happy medium between healthy food choices and enjoying the occasional indulgence. I haven’t been in tip-top shape…
Sometimes I forget I have hemophilia. I know that sounds silly, particularly after years of struggle to obtain a diagnosis, yet it’s true. This forgetting is great when I’m healthy and have no issues. There are times, however, when it’s imperative that I remember I have hemophilia. Sometimes I…
Years ago, I attended a bleeding disorders conference where a person with hemophilia shared about an encounter they had with a law enforcement officer during a routine traffic stop. In order to appreciate the exchange, it’s important to understand that those of us with hemophilia are missing a protein…
I am in a video game. My mission: Fight the medical bureaucracy and access care. I must complete three levels and capture the golden key, which unlocks a fortress where healthcare is obtained. I’m stuck on Level 2. No matter what I try, I can’t gather the tools to unlock…
I receive an email saying the test results from my second bone density scan are in. Shaking and holding my breath, I click on the link and sign into my patient chart. I am exhausted. As I continue to wait for insurance to approve a trial of my fourth factor…
I groggily sat up in the hospital bed, sipped some water, and stared into the distance. Suddenly, a nurse pointed at my gown and shouted, “You’re bleeding!” But I’d taken so many painkillers that I barely reacted. This was 2003, when I had laparoscopic surgery to treat endometriosis.
Laughable. That’s how Heidi Bentz and Lucrecia E. Choto, two women who struggled for years to receive a proper diagnosis of von Willebrand disease (VWD), described the results of a 2004 survey by the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) of 75 women who…
While riding a bus at the first hemophilia conference I attended, I met a young man who had mild hemophilia, just like me. Unlike me, he’d been diagnosed close to birth. Then he shared his factor VIII levels; shockingly, they were higher than mine. I sat in disbelief. I’d…
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