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Bridging generations to share information about hemophilia

When I was diagnosed with bleeding disorders in the 1970s, the world of hemophilia looked very different. Treatments were scarce, hospital visits were frequent, and the idea of living a “normal” life seemed like a distant dream. Today, I meet children and young adults with hemophilia who’ve never known…

The effects of growing up with a chronically ill parent

Kids have a way of flattening the extraordinary into the ordinary. My 6-year-old daughter once scraped her knee, looked down at the blood, and calmly said, “Like Daddy, because he bleeds.” Then there was the day she spotted a cockroach flipped upside down, thrashing helplessly on the floor. Without hesitation,…