While the holiday season brings excitement, it also creates unique challenges for families like ours who are managing chronic conditions. My husband, Jared, has severe hemophilia B and epilepsy, and I have attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). While common advice suggests taking it slow, setting strict boundaries, and skipping some…

One thing I noticed during my son Caeleb’s frequent hospitalizations was the need for his mother, Cazandra, and I to circle the wagons to protect him and his brother, Julian. We gave friends and family updates and quick calls, but during many holidays that we celebrated in the hospital,…

My wife, Cazandra, had complicated surgery last week that required her to spend some time in the hospital, followed by at least two weeks of inpatient rehabilitation. We were in shock, as we’d thought she would spend three days in a health facility and then finish her…

When my oldest son, Julian, was 5, our paths crossed in the medical world. My wife, Cazandra, was out of town, and my boy and I were holding down the fort at home. Julian had hemophilia with a low-titer inhibitor and thus needed to infuse factor VIII every day.

Preparing for major spinal surgery has me feeling more than the usual pre-op jitters. There’s something more profound at work — a feeling that connects me to the years of watching my son Caeleb endure numerous surgeries as a result of complications from severe hemophilia with an inhibitor. Because…

I’ve lately come to realize that pride and dignity are core values in my life, profoundly influencing my sense of self and my interactions with others. Although pride is sometimes seen as a negative trait, there’s a crucial distinction between healthy and unhealthy pride. The former allows us to feel…

Last week was busy. I spent four days in the mountains on a clergy retreat at the Sacramento Camp and Conference Center in southern New Mexico. When the retreat ended last Thursday, I went to my home elsewhere in the state, met a group at my church, and then…

In my Oct. 4 column, I reflected on the devastation Hurricane Helene had inflicted on my community in Punta Gorda, Florida. I never imagined that just weeks later, I’d be writing about a second hurricane — Milton — that would prove even more destructive to my town than Helene.

When my son Caeleb was younger, we had periods when we spent more time in the hospital than at home because of his hemophilia complications. During those times, our family moved heaven and earth to stay connected. Caeleb was often admitted to the University of New Mexico Hospital’s…

My fear of letting go of the past stems in part from my anxiety about change. I want my sons, who both have hemophilia, to take control of their lives and be responsible as they move through the world. They leave, but what about me? I’m not going…