A
year ago today, I had no idea the curve balls 2009 would throw at me, and I
would have never guessed they would involve a life-changing experience
involving my health. You see, I’m the “healthiest person” all of my family,
friends and colleagues know. I’m studying for my Master’s in
nutrition, eat more than five servings of fruits and vegetables each day,
shun anything processed or laced with saturated fats, rarely order takeout
and run miles and miles almost every day. I never thought I had to worry
about conditions that affected those less vigilant about their health than I
– I loved feeling in control of my health both in the present and future.
This all changed quite drastically in the fall. In late August I went on a
long-anticipated vacation to London and Dublin with my twin sister and had
the time of my life. I had no idea what was going on inside my body during
and after that trip – the combination of long flights, dehydration and being
on the birth control pill had caused dangerous blood clots to develop in my
leg and lungs. I returned to my home in Manhattan and my right calf was sore
- I thought I overdid it on my running while on vacation (I loved running in
Hyde Park and along the River Liffey) or walked too much in the wrong shoes.
In true runner fashion, I pushed through my running and workouts and thought
I was getting sick when I felt extremely short of breath after some easy
running. My leg and breathing started feeling better after a few days and I
assumed I was fine. However, shortly thereafter my leg was much worse. The
pain was unbearable – my calf was red, hot, swollen and it hurt with every
step I took. I still thought it was most likely a running injury – perhaps a
muscle tear. Some nervous Googling made me wonder if I had a blood clot.
I was diagnosed with two DVTs behind my right knee on September 25 and
immediately put on Lovenox shots and Coumadin. I was shocked – why had I
gotten these clots? And why now? I was HEALTHY, for goodness sake. I knew
what DVTs were, and I knew what a pulmonary embolism was, and most
importantly, how serious they are. I was immediately scared for my life and
although I had medication, felt very helpless. My leg was feeling better by
the following week, but I was still uneasy and anxious, and knew the strange
feelings I had been having in my lungs weren’t normal. I felt at times like
I needed to cough, or my chest was tight. I was scared to even mention it to
my doctor because I knew what it could be, but one week after my DVT
diagnosis my anxiety got the best of me and I went to the ER, where I was
diagnosed with a large pulmonary embolism in my left lung and hospitalized
for three days. The fact that I was so healthy and had such great lung
capacity could have very well saved my life.
Throughout this ordeal, even though I’ve had my “why me?” moments, I have
made it a priority to stay positive. I know experiences like these happen
for a reason, and I have a new perspective on almost everything. I’m lucky
to be recovering well from the incident – I’m back to my regular activities
and taking Coumadin for at least six months. I’m so thankful for the people
in my life that have helped me through this ordeal and for every day I have
on this earth. I try not to let little things bother me so much and am very
motivated and focused on my future.
I’m not the type of person to sit on the sidelines while other people go
through experiences like mine, which could have been prevented or at least
treated earlier. I am living proof that these serious clots can in fact
happen to ANYONE, and can’t emphasize enough the importance for EVERYONE to
know how to stop them from happening and to recognize symptoms and get
immediate treatment if they do develop a DVT or PE. As we begin 2010, I’m
setting my sights on raising funds for NBCA through various road races here
in NYC (and gearing up to run the 2010 NYC Marathon in November), and hope
to raise public awareness about these clots in any way that I can.
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