Make Your Voice Heard; Share Your DVT Story
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My name is Martin R. Lemieux. Now the age of 34, I’ve been dealing with deep vein thrombosis (DVT’s) since I was the age of 18. It has been 16 years now not knowing whether this would be the day one of my old clots would rise to the occasion, branch off and go up my circulatory system into my lungs, or heart.
I was a completely healthy 29 year old male living a very active lifestyle. I maintained an active lifestyle my whole life and enjoyed working out, playing basketball, golf, and many other sports. I love fitness and sports and watching as well.
A year-and-a-half ago I developed a blood clot in my left leg (behind the knee and down into the calf). I’m fine now, and there were no complications. However, early blood tests indicated that I have Factor II, a blood condition that may slightly increase the risk of clots.
My name is Caitlin, I'm 18 years old. I'm from New York and this past fall moved out to Los Angeles for College. Everything was great, making new friends, seeing new places, enjoying my freedom and independence. I had just gotten back to school after I was home for two weeks for Christmas vacation.
I was seriously injured when I slipped and fell in Upland, California on March 8, 2008, while visiting there from my home in Arizona. I was rushed to the emergency room (ER) of the nearest hospital where the ER doctor diagnosed fractures of my left tibia and fibula in my lower left leg.
I was a second-year medical student at the University of Pennsylvania, and on my second day of rounds at a nearby VA hospital. Penn's philosophy was to get students seeing patients early in their education. Nice idea, but it overlooked one detail: Second-year students know next to nothing about medicine.
My beautiful daughter Kenzie passed away on May 3, 2004 of a bilateral pulmonary embolism. She was 14 years old, only 40 days away from 15. She was counting the days until she could get her permit.
In 2003, I twisted my ankle. I've twisted and broken my ankles numerous times throughout the years but this was different. The pain was excruciating. I couldn't walk or drive, my calf swelled to the size of a watermelon with a 1000 bees stinging the back of my calf.
Around the middle of May in 2009, Katie started to have horrible leg pain. The pain was so severe that she was almost not able to walk and she could not sleep. The pain was in her calves and her thighs.
I was diagnosed in September 2009 with numerous PEs in my left lung. I honestly thought I was having a massive heart attack since that runs in my family. My husband is a truck driver and wasn't home so I had to call my son to come get me and take me to the ER...