Escape to the Magic Garden
My earliest memories of bleeds are not necessarily of the bleeds themselves but of the imaginary, mystical garden full of my favourite things that was my parent’s unique way of comforting me. It was not always fool proof; usually aided by gentle rubbing of the affected joint (predominantly my ankles), applying an ice pack and …
Bowled Over by Basingstoke
There is more to haemophilia treatment centres than meets the eye. While I value the importance of a great multidisciplinary clinical team, I have come to realise that connecting with other lads my age who are on similar journeys really helps me to deal with the challenges of living with a bleeding disorder. Today, Facebook …