There are some moments in my life while raising two sons with severe hemophilia that I have thought, “Wow! You, Cazandra, have just won the gold medal in the Hemo Mama Bear Olympics!” And there are other times I failed so miserably that I would not have even made the team.
When you think back to your child’s bleeding disorder diagnosis, the overwhelming grief, anger, and doubt flood your heart and soul, and you wonder how you will handle it. You start to educate yourself. The first bleed happens, and you don’t fall apart. All the firsts come and go, and you slowly get your footing.
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Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, 2/14/18.
