I recently stumbled across a passage on social media referring to relationships: “If you want a garden? Take care of it. You want love? Love them.” Something about those simple words struck a chord with me. Instinctively, I forwarded it to my husband, Jared. “This is exactly why I’ve been…
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Sobi and Sanofi’s philanthropic organization, Foundation S, have announced an additional donation of up to 100 million international units (IUs) of clotting factor treatment to support the World Federation of Hemophilia (WFH) Humanitarian Aid Program. This is the second renewal of the 10-year partnership that will continue…
“We are more than symptomatic carriers, we have hemophilia, too!” a large group of women shouted when I attended the first National Conference for Women with Hemophilia in November 2018. As a woman with hemophilia, I know about the struggle for legitimacy in a male-dominated disease space. What I…
On April 1, the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) announced a restructuring that effectively eliminated the Division of Blood Disorders and Public Health Genomics at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). For many, this news went unnoticed. But for those of us in the…
Last night, my youngest son, Caeleb, and I talked about our unique experiences with Easter egg hunts. My boy is now a 19-year-old man who is finishing his first year at the University of New Mexico. He enjoys studying cinematography and graphic design and hopes to find an internship in…
Over the weekend of April 4-6, I had the privilege of attending the National Outreach for von Willebrand (NOW) Conference in Phoenix. Hosted by Arizona Bleeding Disorders and sponsored by CSL Behring, the event brought together people affected by von Willebrand disease (VWD) from across the country to…
I took my youngest son, Caeleb, to the train station near our home this morning. He rides from our little town to downtown Albuquerque, about 30 miles from our house, to the University of New Mexico campus, where he’s a student. He has hemophilia and chooses not to drive.
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…