Last week, I found several groups on FaceBook with members who went through times of struggling with blood clots, healing from them, and living with the damage and fear afterward.
I’m thankful to the people who took those initiatives in making these groups. In my opinion, there needs to be more awareness, understanding, and support. Blood clots are a scary and silent killer! If you survive, the damage is not always visible to others, making it difficult to live your life to the fullest. So supporting each other is a first step in getting resilient coping.
Fellow sufferers making posts, sharing stories and pictures, asking questions, listening to each other, helping each other is a great thing to experience happening. The first time I experienced blood clots I was scared. I felt pretty alone and special. At the age of nineteen, I was the youngest suffering from clots in my area and the only people I found similarity with were people who retired already.
At school, I only found a lack of understanding. After I had been a dropout for several years, I decided to become a teacher. I went back to school. I was always late for one class because I needed to have my blood samples drawn. It gave me trouble every time I was late. After a while, it became easier when I got a note from my specialist. He found it strange that I, as an adult, paying education myself, wasn’t allowed to show up later caused by a medical need.
