On Superbowl Sunday in 1995, I signed on to the National Hemophilia Association online. About 25 participants sat in front of our computers and introduced ourselves. That was how I met Cindy. She was in California. I was in Massachusetts. She was 28 years old and bubbling with enthusiasm. Her life story was different from my own in many ways.
Cindy had been diagnosed at birth with hypofibrinogenemia when her umbilical stump kept bleeding. Her fibrinogen level was abnormally low. From infusions of cryoprecipitate she had contracted HIV and Hepatitis C. She developed Transverse Myelitis, which compromised her ability to walk. None of this slowed her down much though.
She and I corresponded for years, we talked frequently on the telephone, but we only met once face to face.
Cindy traveled frequently to attend medical conferences, often as a speaker or panelist and wrote lots of articles. She published numerous articles and contributed to a book written by Bill Hayes entitled Five Quarts of Blood. In countless ways she put pressure on hemophilia organizations to include all bleeding disorders and genders. She was also very involved in HIV and disability communities. The advocacy work she accomplished in her lifetime spread across continents.
Her mission was to educate, inform and inspire others. It was her life’s work.
Today I also think of her playfulness of spirit, her love of children, her compassion and generosity. I remember her long and engaging search for the ruby red frogs, her holiday greeting cards written and decorated by her feline companions (Skipper, Grady and Cinderella) and her silly sense of humor.
She is missed.