I found this page while searching about my hemophilia diagnosis.

My Name is Cindy Nogueras, 28, from Puerto Rico. Back in July 2023, while I was unknowing fighting for my life was diagnosed with Hemophilia factor XII also known as HAF deficiency, Hageman factor deficiency, Hageman trait. Factor XII deficiency is a rare genetic blood disorder that causes prolonged clotting (coagulation) of blood in a test tube without the presence of prolonged clinical bleeding tendencies.

It is caused by a deficiency of factor XII (Hageman factor), a plasma protein (glycoprotein).

The condition caused bleeding in my knees which has left me temporarily in a wheelchair, and stiff leg which can’t stretch due to the loss of the meniscus and cartilage.

This condition is also accompanied by agammaglobulinemia, which means I don’t have the protein which creates the immune system, and I will be having infusion for the rest of my life to treat it.

Although I Was mostly in and out of the hospital growing up, no one ever knew why, once I had a bad fall no one couldn’t tell me why my meniscus and cartilage were getting wear out. Until May 2023, I ended up in wheelchair with a bad pain and bad cramp from leg to knee, my rheumatologist sent me to emergency in suspicion of a sepsis on my knee.

I stayed in the hospital for about 19 days, 4 days in emergency room and 15 days up in a room, with many doctors and specialists visiting, from cardiologists, rheumatologists, orthopedics, hematologists, internists, immunologists and there they found my hemoglobin was in 4 and dropping, a bacteria in my blood, the hemophilia and the agammaglobulinemia.

Although I know neither have a cure, and will always be a part of me, I haven’t stopped doing what I love, I go to events of cosplay, work related events, and my photography hobby. Even if I can’t work now at what I got a degree on, I’m happy to be alive and continuing what I’m doing, with my family supporting me through this journey, mentally and physically.

health insurance doesn’t cover everything but we do everything we can to deal with it.

Yo bien agradecida con la lic.laura Paez y la doc.laura villareal de la clínica de hemofilia del hospital universitario.ya once años que mi hijo es atendido ahí ,es una excelente atención con su gran equipo multidiciplinario,nos han enseñado tantas cosas ,de como debemos llevar una buena profilaxis y poder nosotras mismas infundir a nuestros hijos.gracias a su atención podemos llevar una vida normal .

My name is Eliza VanZweden, and I am writing to share my journey as a woman living with Glanzmann’s Thrombasthenia. GT is a rare bleeding disorder caused by a platelet defect in which platelets do not aggregate to stop bleeding.

I was diagnosed shortly after birth in 1999, due to symptoms of birth trauma. My path to diagnosis was certainly more painless than others, as my older brother had already been diagnosed with GT. Growing up, I struggled with many nosebleeds which would often bleed for days. For these and other serious bleeds like throat and GI bleeds, I received many on-demand platelet transfusions in my youth. There are very limited treatment options for GT patients, who are often left to resort to platelet transfusions, Factor VII bypassing agents, or tranexamic acid. There are no prophylactic options available for GT patients currently.

As I grew, I learned about the risks associated with platelet transfusions – they should only be used to stop bleeding in emergency situations due to the risks of developing antibodies. This left me anxious – my only treatment option could become ineffective at any time and fail me in an emergency situation when I need it the most. The trust that all my bleeds will be solved with a platelet transfusion was replaced with worry surrounding every bleed and debating every time I bleed how much is “too much” before I go in for treatment – does a nosebleed need to last 8 hours before getting a transfusion? Or should it be reserved for one that is bleeding for 4 days?

As I transitioned to adulthood, I have recently faced my most challenging symptoms. My health is no longer only focused on my bleeding disorder, but also encompasses my bone, reproductive, and mental health due to long time suppression of periods using hormonal therapies. More recently, I suffered a thrombotic event which left me with a portion of permanent blindness in one eye. This experience, as well as my struggles to control my nosebleeds and menstrual bleeding has left me hypervigilant of how being a GT patient affects every aspect of my health.

Although I still struggle with knowing when to get treatment for severe bleeds and don’t have access to prophylaxis treatment, preventative care has still been key in managing my bleeding disorder. This involves minimizing my risks in every activity or environment, and being prepared for every situation. 

The bleeding disorders community I have come to know through the World Hemophilia Foundation and the National Bleeding Disorders Foundation (NBDF) in the United States has proved to be an invaluable support and resource. I have met others who have the same bleeding disorder as I have and am inspired to be an advocate for this community <3

I have a child, named Aaron, who was diagnosed with Hemophilia A Severe, when he turned 1 year old in year 2010. He had an episode of intracranial hemorrhage at the age of 2, which almost cost his lives and along the way, had many joint bleeds episodes. At that moment in time, all the hospitals in Sabah, only provided On-Demand therapy.

I was fortunate to be able to communicate and gain knowledge from all the treaters from hospitals and universities, especially the hematologists. In early 2014, I had collaborated with a hematologist from the University Malaysia Sabah to organize a workshop for hemophilia patients in Sabah.

In end of 2014, I was approached by a strong advocate of hemophilia who is also the former President of Hemophilia Society of Malaysia and former Vice President of World Federation of Hemophilia. He encouraged and guide me the way to initiate and set up a Hemophilia Society within my region.

So, in the year 2015, I was involved in advocacy in the form of Hemophilia Society of Malaysia Sabah Chapter because I believe in the power of action to create positive change. Advocacy allows me to use my voice and influence to address issues that matter deeply to me, such as supporting individuals with hemophilia.

By actively participating in advocacy efforts, I can contribute to raise awareness, influencing policies, and fostering a more inclusive and supportive society for those affected by this condition.

Through advocacy in action, I can make a tangible difference in the lives of individuals with hemophilia, helping to ensure they receive the care, understanding, and opportunities they deserve.

I managed to establish a strong network of stakeholders ie.Ministry of Health(Sabah), hospitals(throughout Sabah and Kuala Lumpur), to ensure that the society stays updated with the latest advancements in hemophilia treatment and care. Through strong networking, it facilitates collaboration among the healthcare providers, patients, caregivers, and policy makers. It also increases the society’s ability to access resources.

As a 2024 SSMF Scholarship recipient, I will make the Hemophilia Society stands as a beacon of strength and hope, transforming lives and reshaping the narrative surrounding this challenging condition.

Hola mi nombre es Patricia naranjo y soy mamá de Diego Blankevoort de 7 años quien tiene Hemofilia A severa soy portadora de hemofilia mi padre tenía hemofilia y cuando nació mi hijo nunca imaginé que el podría tener y así fue desde un año que Diego usa la profilaxis el se inyecta hoy en día 1000 de liofilizado y nos a echo la vida más fácil y para mí niño la vida normal estoy muy feliz por su tratamiento ya que si el Diego se pone mal nunca debe de faltar a su tratamiento siempre al pie de la letra vamos hoy en día yo aprendí a inyectarlo gracias al centro de hemofilia del Hospital Roberto del Río y asus profesionales en especial ala doctora Verónica Soto la mejor doctora que le tocó a mi hijo y así vamos viviendo día a día su enfermedad se puede vivir en armonía y tranquilidad.

I am a mom of four beautiful children, with one having moderate Hemophilia A (however, he bleeds as a severe). He is my second youngest and most defiantly the most wild out of my bunch. From 7.5 years ago, when we found out Elias has hemophilia shortly after birth, life has has it challenges but most importantly its brought us into an amazing community that I cannot be grateful to be apart of.

When Elias was first born, we knew pretty soon after birth, that something was not right. He bled, and bled, and bled for days. We later were finally transferred to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital where we found that he had Hemophilia A. What a day that really was. From being exhausted from having a new baby, to finding out that he has a serious condition, it really took a toll on me, as his mom. From that day though, I knew that I had to become Elias’ expert of his body and his condition because I was not only a mom now, but his advocate as well.

Early on, things were okay and we treated as needed. He started walking, and we had to have a few infusions from him falling and bruising that just would not stop growing. He started talking, and we had multiple infusions from mouth bleeds from him biting his tongue. When he was 2, we spent Christmas Eve in the hospital from an ankle bleed that we assume he got from walking on gravel (but who really knows). A few months later he got another joint bleed but this time in his elbow that we concluded had to of been spontaneous. At this point, I knew I had to stand up for him and decided that we needed to start on prophy because I could not deal with my son being in so many pain and treating afterward. After much fighting with insurance, he was finally approved to start emicizumab.

Emicizumab has absolutely been life changing for us. While I had never limited Elias from doing fun boy things, like riding his bike, jumping on a trampoline, doing backflips off the couch, riding a dirt bike, you know all the “fun” things that kids like to do, emicizumab sorta gave a peace of mind as well. Literally 3 months after his elbow bleed, he ended up breaking his other arm while in a bouncy house, ONLY MY CHILD RIGHT? LOL. We infused as a precaution but I really believe that because he has emicizumab, his injury was not worse.

Elias is now 7.5 and is NOT a poster child of Hemophilia. I let him do all the fun things that he wants to do (for the most part anyways). I fully believe that if I do not let him learn his own limitations now and let him “live in a bubble” then things will only get worst as he gets older. He plays baseball and is aggressive in his position and I think its great! He does not let Hemophilia define his life and I don’t either. Our life may be a little different from others, we may have to do things a little differently, but as a mom of hemo hero, my mind now thinks differently too.

We have started bringing awareness to our local community as well as bringing it all the way to Washington D.C. Nobody knows if they simple just don’t know. It is our job to bring attention to the matter and bring the awareness because I too, was one of those who had no idea that the word “hemophilia” meant. I love this journey that we as a family are now embarking. Elias is learning to advocate for himself, his siblings are also aware and are able to bring awareness to who around them too. Hemophilia not only affects the one who has it, but the entire family as a whole. We must support, advocate, and deal with it together to come out stronger and better than ever. Hemophilia will never stop Elias, it just may try to slow him down, but we are there to support and push him, because it will never win; we will not let it!

Dear All,

My name is Phyo Khant Kyaw, and I am writing to share my journey as a severe Hemophiliac with Factor-IX deficiency from Myanmar.

In 1998, I was faced with the harsh reality of my condition when a simple injury to my gum led to a diagnosis that changed my life forever. At that time, diagnosing Factor deficiency in Myanmar was a challenge, and I  had been on a journey over thousand blood transfusions.

Despite the countless transfusions, my knowledge of hemophilia remained limited. When I became a member of the Myanmar Hemophilia Patient Association (MHPA), I was able to connect with others facing similar challenges, and together, we shared knowledge, experiences, and support that empowered me to navigate my condition with greater confidence and understanding.

One of the most harrowing moments of my journey was experiencing an intracranial hemorrhage during my childhood. I was engulfed by fear, unable to speak, and unable to see the light . However, care and treatment provided by Pf. Aye Aye Khaing,  I got recovery within two weeks.

Until 2016, the absence of Factor-IX treatment left, resulting in deformities in both knees and my left elbow. However, in 2017, with the introduction of Factor treatment, a new chapter of hope began.

I am immensely grateful to the World Federation of Hemophilia (WFH), whose saving my life and the lives of countless others affected by this condition. Through their initiatives and advocacy, individuals like myself have been given a chance at life, hope, and a brighter future.

In closing, I extend my deepest gratitude to Pf. Aye Aye Khaing, the Myanmar Hemophilia Patient Association (MHPA), and the World Federation of Hemophilia (WFH).

With heartfelt appreciation,

Phyo Khant Kyaw

Terapeuta Hemato-Onco formada para peques con Hemofilia sin conocer que la vida me preparaba para atender a mi propia familia. Oaxaca-México

Isabella sandi

Edad 7años

Con la enfermedad de Von Willebrand

This is my Journey of living with Haemophilia.

My Journey of living with Haemophilia

When i was 11-year-old, there was great debate regarding my circumcision among the family. Elder members like my grandmother and uncles, remembering the death of my uncle due to non-stop bleeding, resulting from the circumcision as per the Muslim tradition in Sudan. My father, one of the admirers of Dr. Faroog Sidiqu, the reputed hematologist at the Khartoum Hospital, suggested that it is the doctor who would decide on it. My father was right. He could remember, the son was laying on the bed at that regional hospital, between life and death, bleeding for the third consecutive day. Doctors were puzzled and almost exhausted all options to stop this nasty bleeding from the nose. He took the journey from, after losing hopes, from Berber to Khartoum, not quite sure that his beloved son would make it. Dr. Faroog was in charge of the case. The child was admitted in the hospital, blood transfusions were made one bottle after another, and many tests were done.

– your son is confirmed to have a bleeding disorder, do you have any similar issues in the family? Asked Dr. faroog

-Yes, two of his uncles, mother’s brothers died at age of 9 and 13. Father replied.

-He is lucky to be born in an era that witnessed many improvements in the medical care of this clotting problem.

I was admitted at Khartoum Hospital for almost a week with the plasma infusion undertaken every 12 hours. the doctor assured there is a new medicine which would be a game changer in the lives of poor hemophiliacs. that was almost in 1971 when i was diagnosed and had my first treatment. My father and I came back to our home in the town of Berber, 360 Km north of the capital overwhelmed by the cheers of the relatives who presumed a miracle has been taking place and overloaded with many advice of the doctor on how to handle the case of boy. From that day i became a regular visitor to blood bank of Kh Hospital.

• i hate this plasma thing…!
• Why? asked the doctor almost laughing.
• it makes my body itching all over. You know doctor, this time i brough my mom so that she can handle it with her hand. they laughed.
• This time you are even luckier. “We are not going to give plasma. new invented concentrate will be your friend for the rest of your life.” said doctor Faroog in an assuring word. “No itching no problem “I had my first infusion. it was OK.

I went to the toilet, secretly wished to evaluate the efficiency of this medicine by myself. i was admitted because there was blood in my urine that lasted for couple of days. I came our rushing to my father, ” Yes, it is working dad, oh my God”.

What is working? asked my dad?

“The medicine” .i replied back………. “My urine turned to light yellow instead of red.”

it was a simple verification of the worthiness of the injected medicine. Color is changing from red to light yellow. i was stunned. my doubts turned into firm belief.

1976, i completed 10 years, with many self-awareness about the line that has been drawn. i sensed the attention of many eyes focusing on anything that i was doing. Playing football with my peers was a big taboo.  I loved football and exhibited remarkable skills in playing. yet my friend would be very reluctant to let me play with them. They are afraid of the subsequences. At school the story was a bit different. The teachers were well informed about my case and warned that any physical punishment my lead to serious subsequences. I was very good at all subjects and topped the class. Not giving any teacher any reason to push me. Lashing the boys with whips was a common practice and the teachers were authorized to do it. when there a common punishment, the teacher would exclude me. some would make their own punishment for this strange boy. Mr. Amin, our math teacher, looked at me from face to toe and mockingly asked the class to stand up. it happened that i came late that morning and he was already in the classroom. He instructed the students to Welcome “His Highness” by singing the National Anthem. They did. He was so cruel to vent his anger in that way. i was down morally.

The same year, in the school holiday, my dad and i travelled to the capital by Half Express train. It was a privilege to travel to Khartoum, envied by my friends and give me times to narrate the wonders i have seen in Khartoum.  They do not know that if it were not for this bleeding issues i would have never visited the capital. My wonder was that i had nothing this time to explain why we had to go to the capital. my health was great and no bleeding, being inside or outside.

The discussion was going on that morning with Dr. Faroog and some other big consultants providing more assurances to my dad that circumcision like any surgery would be efferently managed by the administration of the factor, factor 8.

Although i was cent per cent fit, i was admitted at the Pediatrics Section at the Hospital. Factor replacement was planned twice a day. My dad, noting the growing frustration inside me for being injected without a valid reason, he told me we planned to circumcise you. it is a simple procedure and there are no worries. I was a bit relived. Circumcision is something that relates to manhood in that closed environment. A man uncircumcised is not a man.

The day came. The news spread everywhere and our far and near relatives came to witness this “operation”. some of them, had no trust in the medicine at all, objecting seriously and surrendered to the will of my father who swear would never leave his son uncircumcised whatsoever.  Three of the surgeons attended the surgery. Dr. Faroog set the hemostatic management plan with close monitoring of all essential parameters. After an hour i was pushed on a wheeled chair to the room. My aunts and other women ululated in joy. i spent around two weeks under the persistence of the medical team who left nothing for the chance. i was under the factor coverage for the entire period. Very minimal bleeding was observed. We returned to our hometown like a victorious army. when the train stopped at the station, we found a fleet of around 4 cars awaiting us. Celebration had to start and many cow blood were shed and many people were coming in to see the wonders, especially elders whom the occasion evoked their bitter memories of the earlier death of my two uncles.