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Rare diseases are tough to diagnose. But when it comes to acute hepatic porphyria (AHP), diagnosis is on a whole other level. On average, it takes 15 years to receive an AHP diagnosis. This can be due to myriad reasons, including challenges with awareness and identification,…

As a porphyria patient advocate, I feel blessed to have the opportunity to talk with patients every day. Some have already been diagnosed, while others are struggling to be heard. More than likely, the person on the other end of the phone has suffered terribly from tremendous pain. Or…

The emergency room was busier than I’d ever seen it, and due to severe acute porphyria attacks, I’ve been in that waiting room many times. I couldn’t get comfortable in the hospital-commissioned wheelchair, no matter how I shifted my body. And there were no other places to sit. I…

I live with acute hepatic porphyria (AHP), an inherited metabolic disorder that affects my liver function and my day-to-day life. By the time I got diagnosed with AHP six years ago, everyone in my life knew something was going on. At that point, thanks to a seven-month…

It was warm on an early December afternoon, and the sand on the Florida Panhandle beach was white and so fine it sifted through my toes like flour. I was at the shore with a friend who, like me, lives with acute hepatic porphyria (AHP). While I speak with…

Holiday hacks are tips to make the hustle and bustle of the holiday season easier. I can’t scroll through Instagram or turn on the TV now without coming across them. None mention the added challenge of managing a chronic illness. The first few years I lived with acute hepatic…

From the recliner in the chemotherapy suite, I desperately looked around the room for any place of interest to focus my vision. I needed a distraction from the nurse perched on a stool in front of me, probing my arm for a vein. I was dehydrated from a recent…

Last weekend, we barricaded our street and placed tables with chairs along the curb. The distant smell of hot dogs grilling filled the air as we staked little ghost decorations along the edge of a slope in the front yard, creating a border for a stage. Once the yard games…

My favorite room in our home is the three-seasons front porch. It overlooks the west side of our house, where, this summer, we planted a pollinator garden. Nine months out of the year, this is where you’ll find me writing, meditating, or reading. Lenny will perch on the…

On a sunny day last week, I was grateful for the energy to be able to enjoy an early autumn evening in the backyard. My partner sat in the patio swing and the kids ran around in the grass. I wandered over to our small vegetable patch, where tomato plants…