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Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, April 29, 2020 Losing family members is hard. Long-lived lives that come to an end, distance that prevents relatives from remaining close, and estrangements following family squabbles are a few ways to lose family...
Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

Giving Thanks for Peace While in Self-Quarantine

Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, April 22, 2020 If I had to define my self-quarantine in one word, it would be peace. I live in a peaceful, small, rural town. My street is quiet and my porch has a wonderful view. Three of us are at home — my husband, one...
Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

Caring for Yourself is not a Selfish Act

Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, April 15, 2020 I can’t complain too much about my quarantine life. In my home are my husband, Joe, and 14-year-old son, Caeleb. There’s also my 14-year-old spunky, one-eyed, geriatric Corgi mix, Betty. I don’t have to...
Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

I’m Learning to be Grateful Despite Quarantine

Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, April 8, 2020 Our world is changing. Shelves are partially stocked, hugging friends is discouraged, church services are online, and we study and work remotely. We crave connection. Things will improve eventually, but that...
Remembering Our Other Family on the Front Lines

Making Lasting Memories While in Isolation

Originally published by Hemophilia News Today, April 1, 2020 As an introvert, Corona virus isolation is not problematic for me. I have plenty of projects to keep me busy. My graduate schoolwork is online, and the normalcy of school has been nice during these uncertain...
Learning to Share the Weight of my Chronic Pain

Learning to Share the Weight of my Chronic Pain

Originally published by The Mighty, April 14, 2020 Imagine carrying an 80-pound bag of ready to mix concrete on your shoulders. All the time. Imagine the 80-pound bag is invisible to everyone. It is exhausting. Draining. Yet you must go about your day as if nothing is...