Knowing that you are not alone, can make such a difference. Understanding what others have experienced and things that have helped – or challenged, along the way.
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Simply write your account in an email or on a word document and email this to [email protected] ideally sharing with one or more photos.
In August 2013 I was on holiday with my family in a seaside town in England when I woke up in the middle of the night literally screaming with a sharp pain in my left calf. I thought it must be a pulled muscle or cramp and tried to get out of bed to put my foot on the ground. The pain was intense and wouldn’t go away.
Amanda was 31 weeks pregnant when her baby had to be delivered by emergency caesarean. Theodore arrived safely and was soon thriving, but a week later Amanda began to experience searing pain across her abdomen which soon started to radiate down her legs.
The cause for Colleen’s blood clot is not clear, but as she reflects, like many things, good health is never fully appreciated until it disappears.
To begin with – something about me, 61 years old (May ’57) non-drinker, non-smoker – try to keep myself reasonably fit through regular recreational cycling (sportive events etc) – and in last 5 years or so have typically done 8,000km or so a year. This is my story and how a series of long haul flights changed my life.
Battling to overcome a second DVT and an incredible walk the length of Hadrian’s Wall, ..."the walk signalled the end of a very long road but also the start of another."
"In August 2017, aged 23, I went on a trip to see my sister in New York. I had a whole row to myself on the plane, both there and back. I made the most of the opportunity and spent both flights stretched out and even had the chance to lie down. I was wearing flight compression socks and got up a few times for the loo.
I was first diagnosed with Deep Vein Thrombosis and Pulmonary Embolism in October 2013, at 20 years old. I woke up that morning feeling the same as always. Nothing was noteworthy.