On a recent call with others in the bleeding disorders community, a poignant concern emerged: the fear that the harrowing history of hemophilia‘s dark days may be slipping from our collective memory. The “hemophilia holocaust” remains a haunting chapter in medical history, etching an indelible mark on…
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Today started out like most any other day. I walked into the room of my youngest son, Caeleb, to wake him up to get ready for school. I love the ritual of turning on the lights and singing a familiar tune to my family. As I began, however, I found…
When my youngest son, Caeleb, was 8 years old, our family went on a trip that required him to use a wheelchair at the airport. His severe hemophilia A with an inhibitor had caused persistent joint bleeds, which resulted in significant pain and limited mobility, as well as…
Loneliness in marriage is a controversial subject, and one often discussed in a negative light. But in my marriage to my husband, Jared, who has severe hemophilia B and a seizure disorder, it’s a feeling that often creeps in whenever he’s stuck in bed due to a severe bleeding…
As my beloved hematologist pointed out during my last hemophilia clinic appointment, my health situation is rare. I have at least two identified bleeding disorders: von Willebrand disease and hemophilia B. I’ve met others along my journey who have two disorders, too, but the situation…
I have battled weight and self-image issues since I was a teenager. Being present with my hospice patients day in and day out becomes draining. I take on any pain and disappointment my husband and sons experience. And when I witness my boys struggle because of hemophilia, the…
As the season of love and romance approaches, my husband, Jared, and I are already brainstorming ideas for possible February dates. We’re no strangers to unconventional coupledom. A trip to a park or a museum trumps a stroll at the mall; a night filled with laughter while watching a comedy…
Last year, at the Hemophilia Federation of America‘s Mild Matters Summit in Oklahoma, I attended a session led by physical therapist Nancy Durben that left a lasting impact. Durben guided a group on a leisurely walk, urging us to savor the experience — to relish the sound…
This week, my youngest son, Caeleb, visited the pediatric clinic for his last comprehensive exam there. My mind went in a million directions as I recalled meeting his hematologist, Shirley Abraham, MD. She witnessed the tough times when my son struggled through many painful spontaneous bleeding episodes because…
The new year ushered in an unexpected surprise: the near demise of my six-year-old laptop. I lifted the rose gold aluminum top expecting business as usual only to find a huge black line running from the top of my screen to the bottom. To my horror, I also discovered the…
