K and I said ‘I do’ about eight weeks ago, but what we’ve gone through in those eight weeks has really defined who we are as a couple, STRONG AS HELL! Four weeks into our seemingly smooth marriage, K woke up with a terrible leg pain and a weird cough. Being that he has a history of leg cramps, he ate a banana, drank some water, and elevated his leg. The pain hadn’t resolved much and I noticed that he was complaining of it more and more as the days progressed. On Monday (5/29), K explained his leg was still causing him some pain and that it was now swollen. Tuesday, he was having the same issue, except now his leg was red and swollen. He scheduled an appointment with an after-hours doctor who ran some blood work and established that K had DVT, or Deep Vein Thrombosis. He was immediately started on twice daily injections, which would hopefully resolve the clot. On Thursday (6/1), K went in for an ultrasound which showed the blood clot stretched from his calf to mid-thigh, that’s massive.
I should also mention that K developed this cough and became extremely short of breath with any exertion at all, not normal. He would wake in the middle of the night coughing and/or gasping for air and after some time he would eventually fall back asleep. This cough got progressively worse, happening more often as the leg pain became more severe.
After calling my office to share his ultrasound results, my mind went wild as I began thinking that it was highly possibly K has clots in his lungs, which is known as a Pulmonary Embolism. Having a PE is dangerous, as it causes arteries in the lungs to become blocked by blood clots, causing shortness of breath and exhaustion with exertion. I explained to K that he needed to go to the emergency room and get a chest CT, he was resistant at first but soon changed his mind as he heard the urgency in my voice. Later that night K was taken to the hospital by my mom and it was a couple hours before we had a definite diagnosis, he had multiple clots in his lungs.They admitted K that night for observation and I waited at home for his mom to stop by to pick up some necessities and his dinner. It was my first night alone in our home; it was lonely and quiet. I couldn’t help but allow my mind to drift to the what-ifs because they could easily become reality and frankly, that scared the crap out of me. I visited K in the hospital the following day (6/2) and brought some much needed delicious food and clean clothes. I was masked and sanitizing my hands more times than I could count. I stayed less than 30 minutes and resorted back to my quiet house, where Hudson was waiting to snuggle on the couch. The next morning, I cleaned, I cleaned in a way I hadn’t in a while. The house wreaked of bleach and felt clean, it kept my mind busy while K was in the hospital. Mid-morning, he called to inform me that he was being discharged and would be home soon, I was elated.
K was started on a new medication regimen, Warfarin in the evening and continue twice daily injections. With the Coumadin script came a long list of things he could and could not eat, which presented with a new challenge, but one I was up for! I ridded our house of all junk, anything extremely salty, sugary or just plain bad. We cut out salt completely, no alcohol and K cut out chewing tobacco cold turkey! Of course there was some resistance to all of the changes, they were drastic, but drastic is what would save his life in the long run. Truth be told, I’m blessed beyond measure to have my husband by my side as it could’ve turned out much different and I thank G-d above daily for watching over him and keeping him here!