For decades, people with hemophilia have benefited from remarkable advances in treatment. Meanwhile, many people living with von Willebrand disease (VWD) have continued relying on therapies developed more than 20 years ago. Too often, VWD itself has been misunderstood or minimized. Even getting diagnosed can be complicated.

First in a series. When our sons were babies, my wife and I depended on our home-care company to infuse them with a clotting agent to combat the internal bleeding caused by their hemophilia. Infusions require a steady hand to hold the needle, insert it into a…

I’ve written before about not seeing myself as a caregiver in the traditional sense. For us caregivers, hemophilia doesn’t usually demand round-the-clock care. My husband, Jared, manages his condition independently. He infuses. He monitors his body. He makes decisions about risk and rest. My role on most days is…

January is supposed to feel like a reset — a clean slate and a fresh start. But for people with bleeding disorders, it often feels like the opposite. Prior authorizations expire. Deductibles reset. Insurance coverage shifts. Nothing about my medical reality changes, but suddenly, everything about access to care feels…

“We are uncomfortable with you around and struggle to be in your presence. We find that you talk too much and are self-centered. When you hosted dinner, you made us eat in an insulting location we did not like,” the person said. Defending myself, I said, “I am so sorry,…

Letting a doctor go can feel like a radical act, especially when, like me, you live with a lifelong bleeding disorder. Many of us are taught, implicitly or explicitly, to be grateful for any care we receive, to avoid rocking the boat, and to trust that the person with the…

“Long-sleeved shirts,” I say to my younger son, Caeleb, as we run down the list of things he will need for his dorm room. “Check,” he replies. “How about pants, deodorant, toothbrush, wheelchair, cane, Hemlibra [emicizumab-kxwh]?” He confirms he has everything packed and ready to go. We continue packing,…

Last year was a year of conferences for me — at least 10 by my count. It still amazes me that, in the hemophilia community, thousands of individuals and families are able to travel and attend these events at little or no cost, thanks to the support of event…

I often tell people that my mind is a dangerous neighborhood and that I should never venture into it alone. This usually gets a laugh, which the comic in me appreciates, as I often say it to lighten a difficult conversation. A little release of tension doesn’t hurt anyone. But…