Before I was diagnosed with thalassemia at 15, I spent my whole life sick. It was so hard because the symptoms and the fact no one could figure out what was wrong with me made many people treat me like a hypochondriac. Once, when I was in the hospital for an extended time I was expelled from school for being absent! I fought the medications I was constantly given. I did all kinds of things to sneak the pills wherever I could except my mouth. It has been almost 35 years since diagnosis. I think the one thing that always sticks with me, and I would wish that your son could feel in his heart, how blessed we are to have a diagnosis! Knowing how to take care of ourselves is the blessing to begin with. I know thalassemia is a pain in the rear for teens, I remember. But, far worse, not knowing.
The best to you both and your family in living a beautiful life, OldThalGal