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So I get into the shower, and as I wash my hair, a memory comes flooding back to me. In a moment, I am standing face to face with it. My oldest son was 6 and struggling with a prophylactic infusion of recombinant factor VIII. The needle terrified him…

A friend called to tell me her teenage daughter finally received a diagnosis of mild hemophilia. Her daughter experiences bleeding complications and had been seeking a diagnosis for more than two years. While it is a relief to have one, it is another story to figure out what the…

Helping others is nice. On the most basic level, helping another person can trigger positive emotions. It also creates a sense of belonging and enables one to connect with their community. And from a big-picture perspective, it gives one a sense of purpose, as they are contributing something good…

As a woman living with hemophilia, I’ve always understood that hemophilia is a man’s world. But I’ve also discovered that the men inhabiting this world are kind, compassionate superheroes with massive struggles of their own. My first National Hemophilia Foundation conference was in 2018 in Orlando, Florida. More than 2,800…

During the four weeks leading up to Christmas, many in the Christian tradition observe a season of waiting called Advent. This period of anticipation encourages us to take a fearless and moral inventory of our lives so we can invite the birth of Christ into our hearts properly. We…

My youngest son, Caeleb, is a sophomore in high school. He lives with severe hemophilia A, along with the complication of antibodies that inhibit the infused factor’s ability to stop bleeding episodes, and chronic pain is proving to be a significant issue for him. Caeleb’s right knee and ankle…

Many young people enter adulthood with dreams and goals in mind. The burning desire to attain these goals drives them to carry on through hardships and challenges. But for people with chronic illness, achieving goals can be harder, as they may face more obstacles related to their condition. It may…

Getting diagnosed with a bleeding disorder can be difficult. I am somewhat fortunate. At age 10 in 1975, I was diagnosed with multiple bleeding disorders. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have bumps and challenges along the way. Testing, treatment, and classification of bleeding disorders have changed dramatically since…

As a pastor, I often greet parishioners at the church door. I want to share meaningful words of assurance, but unfortunately, I must move from one person to the next in a quick, almost rapid-fire progression to avoid holding up the line. In-depth conversations, which I dearly love, must wait…

Winter is one of my favorite seasons. I enjoy the crispness in the air and wearing sweatshirts and warm, fuzzy socks by the fireplace. My son Caeleb enjoys the same things about winter, but his hemophilia and chronic pain complicate his relationship with the season. The morning is the most…