When my sons were born and diagnosed with hemophilia, we lived in Houston and had access to the Gulf States Hemophilia and Thrombophilia Center. I had access to treatment and never considered that I’d be kept from it. When my youngest, Caeleb, was only 7 months old, my husband changed careers and we moved to southern New Mexico. The closest treatment center was the Ted R. Montoya Hemophilia Treatment Center, three and a half hours away in Albuquerque. We had everything under control and took it one step at a time.
Julian did not have severe issues, so with factor and regular infusions at home, he was in good shape. But my mighty warrior Caeleb began to have issues after he was diagnosed with his inhibitor at 11 months of age. We moved to a smaller town only two hours from Albuquerque. This was when he began to have more complicated issues. After three years in that small town, my husband told his supervisors that he needed to be closer to Albuquerque. They thought that all hospitals have hematologists, so why wouldn’t a West Texas town be OK? So, we had to do some educating.
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