Surfer grounded by PNH Treatment but Thriving!
I was diagnosed with PNH fifteen years ago, at the age of 51. This is my story.
I grew up on the West Side of Los Angeles. Raised by a single parent, my mother was a strong woman of faith. My father, the eldest of twelve, died of a heart attack when I was about nine months old. Four of his six brothers, and a couple of my cousins died at an early age. My mother always said, “those Harness men have bad blood.” Little did I know what she meant at the time.