The hospital was our second home. It was another day, another long day of a visit to the emergency room for my younger brother’s treatment of Factor VIII, the clotting factor missing from his blood that disabled the bleeding from stopping. It was just another day. The sun was shining, his classmates were playing at recess when he got a nosebleed. All kids get nosebleeds, there’s no drama about it. But for him to get one, the playground got to take part in the most exciting event of the day; the ambulance, the paramedics working frantically to stop the blood, but with my brother, relaxed and enjoying his newfound popularity. Read More