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For at least 30 minutes nearly every day, while buzzing along on our YMCA’s treadmill or bike, I’m captive to the machine’s built-in cable and Wi-Fi. Though we’ve gone to “the Y” for many years, I’m still fascinated that I can watch just about any program I want, provided I…

I will never forget the first time we visited my wife’s OB-GYN following the birth of “MacDonald the Older.” It was 1996, and the world of hemophilia looked much different than it does now. Synthetic products were making their way into the market. Nightmares regarding the “hemophilia…

I am a big list maker. Each day I start with a list of tasks that I need to accomplish. I find it gratifying to cross through each item once I’ve completed the job. Grocery lists, errands, and meal ideas are some of the elements on my agenda. I also…

Getting diagnosed with hemophilia is a whirlwind. It doesn’t matter if someone is diagnosed at birth or in their 40s: Their world is turned upside down. It is terrifying. Life is changed forever. I feel Father Anthony DeMello put it best in his…

I look into my son’s eyes and see beauty. I see the vibrant green, which fades into a blue that rivals the sky. Down in the lower left part is a spot of brown that never changes. His eyes give us a reflection of his soul. Though change is all…

Dear Friend, We live in a world where people want to help each other. I know you mean well, but there are a few things I need you to understand. When I tell you that my son is having a bleed and is in pain, don’t feel sorry for me.

I grew up believing that it was impossible for a hemophilia carrier who was also a woman to manifest the condition. I had stitches five times before the age of 5. I limped through elementary school, in pain from physical education classes. I…

I have never been one to subscribe to traditional gender stereotypes. Thankfully, we now live in a world that is more accepting of people who live differently than society’s outdated views of assigned gender. Still, some of these old stereotypes persist. I grew up with a…

Oct. 7, 2019, came and went like any other day. Our family went about our business: my son went to school, and I sat at my desk, planning my next sermon. But the day was special. It was the birthday of my wife, Cazandra, and it might have gone unnoticed…

I’m starting to recover from my recent iliopsoas bleed. I’m irritated that my right hip isn’t as flexible as it used to be, but that’s a normal part of recovery. It’ll take me a while to regain the ability to move freely and easily. I’m looking forward to the…