Monday September 27, 2010 is a day that is engraved in my brain as the day I should have died.
After two weeks of complaining about leg pain, and what I thought was arthritis pain, I was taken to the emergency room by coworkers after fainting at my desk. I had spent the Friday prior at the same ER and cleared of a suspected blood clot. The ultrasound tech was rushed and missed a massive DVT that shot to my lungs, along with 12 clots. After another ultrasound, EKG and CT scan confirmed I had multiple Pulmonary Emboli (PE). I didn't quite understand at the time what had happened, but I had cheated death.