Mama Bears and Warriors: Tears and Joy

Buckets. Buckets and buckets of tears. That’s the only way I can describe the tears I have shed over the years because of living with hemophilia in my home. Both of my sons have had their own struggles with hemophilia and inhibitors, and the tears I have shed have been a response to the various aspects of what hemophilia and an inhibitor can do to a person’s life. I would never wish an inhibitor diagnosis on my worst enemy.  To read the rest of this column, click here.