As I pen this column, my husband, Jared, and I are celebrating a full year of marriage. It’s been a blissful one, with so many milestones reached and memorable moments experienced. Our baby, Cittie, was born six months ago, and since then, life has been tremendously different — in an…
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To encourage more women to take part in disease research, the Patient-Centered Outcomes Research Institute (PCORI) has chosen the Hemophilia Federation of America (HFA) and its FIRST project to receive a Eugene Washington PCORI Engagement Award. The HFA’s FIRST project stands for Females in Research Sharing and…
In my experience, raising two children with a chronic illness includes the usual worries that parents and other primary caregivers often face. It also creates issues that directly address medical needs and concerns related to treatment. For instance, not every family deals with spontaneous bleeding into the joints. For…
I have big dreams for my sons. I want them to go to college, have successful careers, and find loving partners. I hadn’t thought that these things would be out of reach for either of them. But I did believe at one time that my mighty warrior Caeleb would be…
My wife and I were trying to find the perfect gift for one of our favorite people. We needed to find a bow tie, but not just an ordinary, humdrum kind. It must have a road map from one place to another. Our friend, who happened to be one of…
A few days ago, I gave my husband, Jared, a factor IX infusion for a back bleed. It wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t move around, but in his words, it felt “annoying.” He was already suspicious about it the night before, but he decided to wait it out,…
Last week, I did something I never dreamed I would do: I taught “MacDonald the Younger” how to ride a bike. At 13, he is considered a senior statesman in our neighborhood. Other children learn at age 5 or 6 how to balance on two wheels and head down the…
When your children move into adulthood, managing their bleeding disorder becomes their responsibility. I have worked hard to prepare my adult son. He says “adulting” is not fun. I laugh and tell him that he’s joined the club. He has ordered his own factor since middle school, but I…
I’ve recently taken to collecting pearls. It started as a stock-obtaining activity for the jewelry business I run with my husband, Jared, who has hemophilia. It has since grown into a full-fledged personal obsession. This means I’ve been making a lot of sentimental purchases, but I have absolutely no regrets.
About this time every summer, my social media feeds begin to fill with lots of smiling faces from hemophilia camps across the country. Photos showing kids pursuing myriad activities — from fishing to wall climbing to crafting — share a common theme. They are fun, relaxed kiddos doing what…