I have vivid memories of visiting Grandma Jala. She lived in the little wooden house where she raised my dad and his three brothers after Grandpa died at a young age. The tiny house, worn by time, stories, joy, and sorrow, had a huge, adventure-filled yard. It had the flicker…

“Huge Estate Sale: Hoarder House!” the advertisement said, offering 4,000 square feet of floor-to-ceiling treasures. The former occupant was a retired psychology professor named Bill who reportedly let no one into his home. When he died, his relatives entered his home for the first time. Forcing the front door open,…

Life had been running smoothly for a while. No major bleeds, no medical scares — just the comforting rhythm of our daily routine. But as life with hemophilia goes, that peace was bound to be interrupted at some point. It came this time in the form of a…

As a hospice chaplain, I visit patients in homes and long-term care facilities. There is one facility I particularly enjoy visiting because I have a special relationship with the director of nursing. A couple years ago, I was speaking to a nurse about one of my patients when I noticed…

Sixteen years from symptoms to diagnosis. This statistic is quoted incessantly among women with bleeding disorders, describing the treacherous diagnostic journey we often endure. But what many don’t realize is that this figure came from one study of 75 women diagnosed with von Willebrand disease (VWD) who were registered…

It’s that time of year again when brackets are busted, Cinderella stories happen, and basketball fans everywhere are glued to the television for the madness of March. The NCAA basketball tournament is full of buzzer-beaters, heartbreak, and jaw-dropping comebacks. And oddly enough, for many of us living with bleeding disorders,…

Last weekend was a testament to the importance of community support for those who struggle with bleeding disorders. As the vice president of Sangre de Oro, the New Mexico chapter of the National Bleeding Disorders Foundation (NBDF), I’ve witnessed the challenges our organization has faced over the years.

When my youngest son, Caeleb, was born over 19 years ago, my wife and I found out that he had hemophilia before leaving the hospital. Devastated, we could not begin to tell anyone how we felt about the diagnosis. I remembered our struggles raising my oldest son, Julian, now…

Beyond medical complexities, bleeding disorders illuminate inspiring stories of resilience, courage, and community strength. When we openly share our experiences, we educate others, combat stigma, and promote inclusion. Bleeding Disorders Awareness Month in March is an essential opportunity to highlight the realities faced by those living with hemophilia,…

“OK, son. It’s time to get out of bed and face the day.” “But Dad, my leg hurts really bad. I don’t think I can go to school today.” Many days when my youngest son, Caeleb, was in high school, he and I began our day with my boy admitting…