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. <\/p>
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.<\/p>
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.<\/p>
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.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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