Notes from the Desk of Hemophiliac

Man, living with hemophilia? It's not just about the bleeds you can actually see, you know? It's this constant knot of worry in your stomach, the ache that just hangs around long after a bruise has faded, and that nagging fear of what's gonna happen next. We talk a lot about the physical stuff, and yeah, that's huge. But what about all the emotional weight? The invisible scars that just build up over a lifetime? Those are the things that really shape us, the quiet battles we're fighting every single day. From when we were kids, we learned to just deal with it, to push through. But the weight of this condition? It's always there, like a shadow right beside us. It messes with our relationships, our jobs, even how we see ourselves. It's a journey that's full of unknowns, but honestly, it's also shown us how incredibly tough we can be. We find so much strength in our community, in our families, and in that stubborn spirit we've got. Still, those in...

There's a kind of strength that doesn't make headlines. It doesn't come with medals or standing ovations. It's the strength you show when you wake up every morning knowing the day ahead will be hard, but you get up anyway. It's the strength of living with haemophilia - not just surviving it, but actually living. I've been thinking a lot about what resilience really means for us. It's become this buzzword, right? "Just bounce back!" "Stay positive!" But that's not what resilience looks like when you're dealing with haemophilia day in and day out. Real resilience is so much deeper than that. For us, resilience isn't about bouncing back to some perfect state. It's about taking everything this condition throws at us and somehow weaving it into who we are. It's about learning from every setback, finding strength we didn't know we had, and refusing to let haemophilia write our entire story. The thing is, this kind ...

  Hey everyone, I wanted to share something really personal with you today, something that's been a huge part of my life with hemophilia: finding my voice. For so long, I felt like I was just a patient, you know? Like my role was to listen to the doctors, take my meds, and just... exist. It's a weird feeling, being defined by a condition, isn't it? I remember feeling so small sometimes, especially when I was younger. My parents were my advocates, my shield. They fought for me, explained things, made sure I got the best care. And I'm so grateful for them, truly. But as I got older, I started to realize that I needed to step up. It wasn't just their fight anymore; it was mine too. It wasn't easy, though. I mean, who wants to talk about their medical stuff all the time? It felt private, sometimes embarrassing. And honestly, I didn't always understand everything myself. How could I explain it to others, let alone advocate for what I needed? There were mo...