Laurie Kelley

Hemophilia and Poetry

To finish up National Poetry Month, let’s consider two more poets with hemophilia.

by Richard J. Atwood

To me, poetry specializes in the efficient expression of emotions and descriptions. It condenses writing into a purer form. You might compare poetry to the fractionation and purification of blood plasma to get the purest factor proteins, but I guess that metaphor would be a stretch.

Though I’m not an expert, I admire well-written poetry. Take time to read the exceptional works by the following poets who happen to have hemophilia.

Read My Mind by Jerome Stephens

Kildanore Press, 1990

Jerome Stephens (1955–1993) was born in Ireland with mild factor VIII deficiency. As he grew up, he was careful to avoid physical injuries and unnecessary knocks, and became a strong and robust young man who enjoyed outdoor activities. Living in Dublin, Jerome married and had children. In 1982, he underwent an appendix operation and was treated with contaminated factor concentrate imported from America. He was diagnosed with AIDS in 1987.

            Jerome was an artist who expressed himself through sculpture and poetry. But he is better known for speaking out publicly—the first to do so openly for a television camera—about how AIDS had ravaged his life and family. With encouragement from his hemophilia nurse, Jerome published Read My Mind, a collection of 52 poems that includes photographs of six wooden sculptures carved by the poet. He does not mention hemophilia. Instead, his poems emphasize his struggles, and how his love and religion, along with his family and friends, strengthened him to fight.

            Jerome wanted to speak on behalf of all Irish people with hemophilia and AIDS. His poems still capture that desire. After he died, his daughter spoke on his behalf in 2000, giving emotional testimony at the Lindsay Tribunal, after which those infected with HIV or their families received a financial settlement.

4:56: Poems by Carlos Fuentes Lemus

Dalkey Archive Press, 2012

Carlos Fuentes Lemus (1973–1999) was born to a literary family: his father, Carlos Fuentes, was a Spanish-language Mexican novelist and ambassador to France; his mother, Silvia Lemus, was a journalist. Carlos was a Mexican citizen who grew up mostly in Princeton, New Jersey, with short stays in various American cities where his father taught.

            Carlos was factor VIII deficient and was infected with HIV by 1985. Carlos was a bright student, but never finished high school. He immersed himself in literature (mainly English) and in music. His interest in pop culture and the arts led him to become a writer, poet, photographer, painter, and movie director.

            Carlos wanted to publish his first book of poetry after E. Shaken Bumas solicited several of his poems for the Minnesota Review in 1999. Bumas helped to record over 50 of Carlos’s poems that were to be used as the soundtrack for Carlos’s unfinished movie Gallo de Pelea. Unfortunately, Carlos died before completing those projects. Instead, his poems were posthumously published in 4:56: Poems. Written in English with some Spanish words and syntax, the poems delve into imaginative interpretations of youthful experiences. There is no mention of hemophilia in these lively poems that seem almost experimental or unfinished. Carlos also collaborated with his father on the book Retratos en el Tiempo (1998), in which his father wrote profiles of famous people he knew and Carlos took their photographs.

Poetry is an international genre that appears in many forms. These two poets with hemophilia did not have to include their bleeding disorder in what they wrote, but having it possibly sparked their passion to write. Maybe you’d like to express yourself in a poem? Go ahead! Dream, compose, write.

This review originally appeared in the Parent Empowerment Newsletter, May 2016

The Hemophiliac’s Motorcycle

April is National Poetry Month, and it’s time to recognize one of the bleeding disorder community’s top poets: Tom Andrews. Tom passed away in 2001, at age 40, of complications of a blood disease, but also had hemophilia. His poetry reflected the pain he often felt due to his disorder—he won several awards for his poetry.

Tom grew up in Charleston, West Virginia, and seemed destined for fame. He was recognized in the Guinness World Book of Records for clapping for fourteen hours and thirty-one minutes—at age 11! He wanted to be a stand-up comedian. And he raced in motocross as a teen, but that ended wjhen he learned he had hemophilia following an accident.

He was a man of many talents: comedian, daredevil, copy editor for Mathematical Review, a journal for mathematicians, physicists, statisticians, etc. Talk about right brain and left brain!

But he is best remembered for his poetry. I had the deep pleasure of meeting Tom, and sharing correspondence with him for a time.  He sent me several copies of his work, include Codeine Diary: True Confessions of a Reckless Hemophiliac (Little, Brown, 1998), a memoir.  

In an online bio of Tom, his work is described here: “In this second wise and passionate book, Tom Andrews explores illness as a major theme, avoiding sentimentality without being merely confessional. He advances his considerable talent with great strength and forcefulness. The poems are buoyant with humor and mindful of larger mysteries even as they investigate very personal issues. There is an urgency that is compelling; the work is immersed in the private grief of the speaker without excluding the reader. There is real and hard-won wisdom and intelligence in the poems, offering genuine surprises and delight; their attractive humility is not a pose.”*

A man who knew suffering, but was not afraid to embrace the world, and reveal his soul. Isn’t thay the essence of beautiful poetry?

Here is an exceprt from The Hemophiliac’s Motorcycle:

… may [the Lord] adore each moment alive in the whirring world,

As now sitting up in this hospital bed brings a bright gladness of the human body, membrane of web and dew

I want to hymn and bide by, splendor of tissue, splendor of cartilage and bone,

Splendor of tail-like spine’s desire to stretch as it fills with blood

After a mundane backward plunge on an iced sidewalk in Ann Arbor,

Splendor of fibrinogen and cryoprecipitate, loosening the blood pooled in the stiffened joints

So I can sit up, of sit up in radiance, like speech after eight weeks of silence,

And listen for Him in the blood-rush and clairvoyance of the healing body…

It’s National Poetry Month. Read some. It’s good for your mind and soul!

*https://uipress.uiowa.edu/books/hemophiliacs-motorcycle

World Hemophilia Day

April 17 is the birth day of Frank Schnabel, a California businessman who, over 60 years ago, founded the World Federation of Hemophilia (WFH). All across the globe on April 17, the hemophilia community celebrates unity, that we are one family united by a protein deficiency that causes prolonged bleeding and suffering. It’s called “World Hemophilia Day.” The theme of this year’s day is “Equitable Access for All.”

We are divided only in access to treatment. Up to 75% of the hemophilia global community has no access to factor. We are trying to close the “gap,” as the WFH puts it, by donating factor medicine to those in need.

Help continue to unite the world hemophilia community. Donate unused or unwanted in-date factor to Project SHARE, and the rest to me! We will find a good home for it overseas. Sponsor a child with hemophilia in poverty through Save One Life. Give back to those in need, and to honor those who have gone before us.

St. Patrick’s Day, Snakes and Hemophilia

Snakes show up in Irish history for one important reason: legend has it that St. Patrick (who was not a legend but a real person) banished snakes from the island. It’s a myth but in keeping with the idea of snakes as evil.

Snakes do get a bad rap, starting with Genesis in the Bible—he’s the Devil in disguise, and encourages Adam and Eve to disobey God and eat fruit from the tree of wisdom, and we all know how that went. That theme is continued in Exodus, when Moses and his brother Aaron use their staffs in a competition with Pharaoh’s magicians. They each turn their staffs into snakes, and Aaron wins when his snake devours the others.

Staffs and snakes go together importantly in medical history—for healing. In fact, the use of snakes as a medical image dates back to 1400 BC. The Caduceus is a symbol of Hermes (Greek) or Mercury (Roman) in mythology. The Caduceus is a short staff entwined by two serpents, sometimes surmounted by wings. Mercury was the god of speed—that’s why our planet with the shortest (think fastest) orbit around the sun is named Mercury. It only takes the planet 88 days to orbit, compared to earth’s 365 days.

The Rod of Asclepius belongs to Aesculapius, the Greek god of healing. The American Medical Association started using the staff of Aesculapius as its symbol in 1910. The Royal Army Medical Corp, French Military Service, and other medical organizations had done the same. Even today organizations like the World Health Organization use the staff of Aesculapius in them. 

You may even find it or the Caduceus on your child’s medic alert bracelet. It’s a universal symbol of a medical condition. And the funny thing is, certain snake venom has been shown to clot blood in some cases!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, even if you are not Irish, and make sure to wear a medical ID when celebrating—and every day.

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