Certain moments stay with me forever. I remember walking down the church aisle with my dad toward my future spouse, the scent of my babies when I first held them, and the bishop’s hands on my head as I knelt among my fellow clergy during my ordination as a…
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My husband, Jared, first set foot in a gym just months into our relationship. It wasn’t some grand fitness decision — just curiosity. What would it feel like to work out? That question led us to a small, hole-in-the-wall bakal gym near his university — a Filipino term…
I recently wrote a paper that compared how different religious traditions address bleeding disorders, starting with where they are mentioned in sacred texts. The study of theology is one of my many interests. As someone who identifies as a polysectarian (I’m connected to two religions, both of which often demand…
“I don’t see blood, so you must not be bleeding.” For people with bleeding disorders, that kind of thinking isn’t just frustrating; it can be dangerous. Bleeding isn’t always visible or dramatic. It doesn’t always look like blood pouring from a wound or a bruise that appears immediately. For…
One thing that moves me is watching my sons find pockets of time when their bleeding disorder doesn’t take center stage in their lives. During these periods of freedom, time seems to suspend itself for a moment, and Julian and Caeleb are able to live their best lives without worrying…
Packing my lunch is necessary because my schedule as a hospice chaplain can change quickly. I keep food and drinks in an ice chest in my car because it can get hot here in New Mexico. When I get a call to see a patient whose passing is imminent, time…
Before I ever met my husband, Jared, he had learned to adapt well to having severe hemophilia B and seizures. But one moment from his childhood still finds its way back to him. On the first day of fifth grade, his teacher told the class there would be a…
I just returned from the Hemophilia Federation of America (HFA) Symposium in New Orleans, and like many gatherings in the bleeding disorders community, it left me inspired, reflective, and deeply grateful. This was my first HFA Symposium, and I’m truly grateful to the organization for including me. There’s something…
Last Friday, my wife, Cazandra, and I drove to Albuquerque from our home in Las Cruces, New Mexico, for doctor visits and other personal business. One of the best parts of the trip was taking our youngest son, Caeleb, to lunch. I know he’s 20, but sometimes I have to…
