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John’s. Ce trajet a été l’un des plus douloureux que j’aie effectué. Le trajet de Grand Bank à Goobies était sur une route en gravier, et moi, en proie à une douleur terrible, j’ai dû rester assis dans un taxi pendant plusieurs heures.
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Another significant incident occurred when I was about 14 years old. One day I stumbled on the steps of the school and landed on my stomach. By the time I got home, I had a terrible pain in my abdomen and it was beginning to swell to the point where I could barely do up my pants. As the night went on, the pain worsened and I also began to run a fever. I was rushed to Grand Bank and the next day, the doctors decided to send me to St. John’s. It was one of the most painful rides I have ever experienced. The ride from Grand Bank to Goobies was all on gravel road and here I am in terrible pain sitting up in taxi for several hours.
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La maladie de von Willebrand me tient constamment compagnie. Je m’en suis préoccupée pour la grande partie de ma vie, bien que je n’aie jamais su le nom de la maladie ni même que j’en étais atteinte jusqu’à il y a quelques années.
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Von Willebrand Disease is my constant companion. I have worried about it most of my life, although I never even knew the name of the disease or that I had it until a few years ago. I lived under a cloud of fear. When I was three, my six-year-old brother hemorrhaged to death following a tonsillectomy. The family knew how he’d died, but not why. When giving this family history to doctors, there were two responses. “That was so long ago, it doesn’t matter,” or... “Silence”. This cloud of fear stayed with me as I grew up. What about my children, grandchildren and others close to me? Would the same thing happen to one of them? If so, would the doctors be able to stop the bleeding, or would the unthinkable happen? When my children or grandchildren had their tonsils out, the fear was unbearable. Unfortunately, I passed my fear onto my children. Once I was diagnosed and knew I could get treatment, my fear lifted. I knew help was available.