The Story

So around January 24, 2010 my husband (Marc) was told he had a blood clot. DVT.

The hospital we started with was well.....lets just say they need  either new staff, new equipment or both. The told us that the clot will  be gone by mid-week. We didn't know much about clots then and we were  hopeful that a few shots of heparin would dissolve it and his leg would  no longer be the size of popeyes arm. We were wrong.

Every day that week he had to go in for a shot of heparin in the  stomach. He bruised like crazy, he was extremely tired, had no energy  and just looked lost. None of the doctors really knew anything. There is  a blood clot clinic in downtown Montreal, close to where we live. But  the hospital (an hour away) told us they have everything they need to  care for Marc.

He had to get an ultrasound. That took over 3 hours of waiting and we  eventually found out that they actually never put the information in  the file (where the clot was, about how big it was--that is another  story).

After about 3 weeks of constant hospital visits, him staying at his  parents (which i am so very Thankful for, they stressed me out but i am  so Thankful they were there to help. As well as his aunt and uncle). He  came home. He needed a cane to walk and even then he could barely walk  for 10 minutes without pain. He needed constant rest and was (still is)  on Cumadin.

Eventually, after constant calls to his doctor and me ready to punch  his nurse in the face he got seen by the blood clot clinic. Ever since  he has been there his energy and his outlook on having DVT is so much  better! They give him so much information, they told him to get  compression stockings (a post will come about this) and he got a stylish  cane.

They actually give proper ultrasounds for blood clots and get the  results fast. They know what they are talking about and have lots of  experience.

So it's the end of July. He was told the clot is almost completely  dissolved and he can actually walk for a long time without his leg  balloning up or causing pain (compression stockings are amazing!!).

I still get asked when he will have a normal life. Marc has a normal  life, he is a little slower but he is still Marc. Still the man i love.  Still the man i told i would be with in sickness and in health. He is  still living a normal life.