I am lucky to be alive. On a recent Wednesday morning, I went to the emergency room with chest pains and shortness of breath. After many tests and a CT scan, they said I had a blood clot in my lungs, another pulmonary embolism. This was my third time.
The doctor said that one out of every three people that have these dies before diagnosis/treatment, so I guess God isn’t done with me yet. I am again on blood thinners and will be for the rest of my life. The side effects are horrible, but I have no choice this time. I am also diabetic, which could have contributed to the development of the blood clots.
I will continue to work as much as possible, but am so tired. My future seems to be uncertain at this point. Each moment I feel like I just ran a marathon, not to mention the anxiety. God is good and I will continue to do my best in running the good race.
This experience has taught me that life is not to be taken for granted.