What I wish I’d known.

I successfully completed all my runs this week, and it’s clear this summer humidity is going to be a real challenge–but one that I’m willing to tackle!

I’ve always been a fan of summer, and I will take the worst of NYC heat and humidity over winter any day. But even so, it makes it very difficult to run.

I wear a compression stocking on my left leg that goes up to my thigh. As far as I know, it’s something I’ll need to wear for the rest of my life. It’s basically a very tight sock that combats swelling by helping keep the blood from pooling in my leg (blood goes in just fine, but because my veins are clogged, it’s difficult for the blood to leave).

Unfortunately, the compression stocking makes it hard for my leg to breathe. The stocking is so tight, I can’t sweat out of that leg, and I quickly overheat. The humidity is brutal. I hope that by powering through, these runs will eventually get easier. And when the November NYC Marathon rolls around, I’ll have some extra preparation!


Even though my initial diagnosis of the deep vein thrombosis (DVT) is nearly two years behind me, it’s still difficult to deal with the consequences of the clot in my leg being permanent.

I don’t believe in living life by saying “If only…” or “I wish I’d known…,” but if I had known one thing, it would have completely changed my life and leg.

A DVT will become permanent scar tissue if it is not properly dealt with in the first few weeks. 

Most of the time, this is not a problem. Doctors use two main treatments to treat a DVT.

  1. Blood thinners: In most cases, blood clots are small (but deadly) and can be treated with anticoagulants (blood thinners). These drugs increase the amount of time it takes for a blood clot to form and allow your body to naturally take care of the existing clot.
  2. Clot-busters: In cases of more extreme DVT, the body alone is unable to clear the clot by itself. A clot-busting drug can be injected directly into the blood stream or the clot to help the body “melt” the clot away at a much faster rate.

Unfortunately, in my case, I had the perfect storm of problems. My DVT was extremely severe (phlegamasia cerulea dolens) and went from my ankle to my heart. It was so bad my foot was turning blue. I had a 50% chance of dying or losing my leg. I also got sick in Malaysia, meaning I did not have access to modern healthcare.

The doctors in Malaysia were satisfied with treating me exclusively with a blood thinner (xarelto, which I’m on today). Despite the severity of my DVT, they opted to go with the standard treatment of blood thinners—only effective in less extreme cases—and to let my body essentially take care of the clot itself.

It’s safe to say, had I stayed in Malaysia, I’d either be dead or short a left leg. There is no way my body could have tackled a four-foot long blood clot on its own.

After a couple nights, I flew to Tokyo to seek more advanced treatment. The doctors in Tokyo were much more prepared to handle a DVT of my severity, and within a couple hours of landing in Tokyo, I was in the operating room receiving a filter to catch blood clots before they could enter my heart lungs (inferior vena cava filter/IVC filter).

They chose to treat my DVT by hooking me up to an IV and filling my blood stream with the clot-busting drugs (urokinase). Although they considered injecting the clot-busting drug directly into my clot (catheter directed thrombolysis), there is a risk of severe and fatal bleeding. This was not a common procedure in Japan, and they decided to play it safe.

It would take longer, but my body would take care of the clot over the next few months with the help of the clot-busting drug. Patience would pay off.

I spent a month in the hospital in Tokyo. I was not allowed to go outside, I could not walk, and I was hooked up to an IV. The clot-busting drug was slowly but surely effective. My weekly MRIs showed the clots in my lungs (pulmonary embolisms) and in my lower leg and mid-section “melting” away, and the clot that had extended from my ankle to my heart gradually became shorter.

Unfortunately, the clot-busting medication never got a chance to “melt” the vast majority of my clot. My upper calves, my thigh, my pelvis—none of these were exposed to the medication because blood flow in the area was so poor. Only the peripheral clots were exposed to the clot-busting drug in my blood stream. The majority of my DVT was left untreated.

Five weeks after my initial diagnosis, I flew back to New York to finish treatment. It was here that I learned a DVT will become permanent scar tissue if it is not properly dealt with in the first few weeks.

What I hadn’t known was that I had been sitting in various hospitals in Asia, waiting patiently, and quietly allowing all of my blood clots to become permanent scar tissue. I had passively sat around, and with each passing day, I ensured a lifelong disability with lifelong poor circulation.

If only I had known.

Getting catheter directed thombolysis in New York. Unfortunately the treatment would be too late.

Getting catheter directed thrombolysis in New York. Unfortunately the treatment would be too late.

It had already been five weeks, but the doctors in New York tried injecting the clot-busting drugs (rTPA) directly into my leg (catheter directed thrombolysis). Small portions of the clot (likely new clots resulting from my poor circulation) “melted” away, but ultimately it was ineffective.

The deep veins in my leg were left permanently scarred and blocked.

It’s easy to go back and wonder about how things would be different if my DVT had been less severe, if I had gotten sick in America, if I’d only gone back to New York earlier, or if I’d known I had a limited window of time…

Had I known, I would have flown back to NYC as soon as I had the IVC filter (to catch blood clots) inserted in Tokyo.

Had I known, I would have asked for more aggressive treatment and catheter directed thrombolysis.

Had I known, I would have busted the clots before they became permanent.

…but ultimately, this does no good. It might have been a lot worse. I’m alive, I’m running, and I don’t plan on letting DVT stop me from anything.

Please be mindful of your treatment—you only have a limited time to bust the clot before it becomes permanent. Consult your doctor and get a second and third opinion.

No one cares more about your well-being and treatment than you.

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How to ride a plane.

My first week of marathon training was in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Sticking with your training routine is always difficult when traveling, and especially difficult when you’re walking 10+ miles a day and all you want to do is have fun with your friends. Russians don’t have a strong outdoor running culture like we do in the US, and it’s easy to assume everyone is staring at you strangely.

Luckily, Week 1 was filled with only short runs, and I was able to get in a couple training runs. I didn’t follow my schedule perfectly, but I’ve accepted that perfectly following my schedule will be impossible and unreasonable expectations will only lead to irrational self-loathing. A marathon is about loving and improving yourself!


But more importantly, every time I travel (or hear of anyone else traveling) long distances, I am reminded of the importance of knowing how to ride a plane to avoid deep vein thrombosis (DVT) or blood clots.

DVT often happens on long plane rides–if it’s an especially long flight, it’s difficult not to fall asleep for long hours. But when your legs are immobile for that many hours below your heart, gravity works against you, and the blood begins to pool in your legs. The blood in your legs slows down and becomes more sluggish, and this can eventually lead to a blood clot in your veins. If a clot breaks off and goes into your lungs, causing a pulmonary embolism (PE), it can be instantly fatal.

After the 3/11 earthquake in Fukushima, Japan, many individuals died after sleeping in their cars in the weeks following the destruction of their homes. DVT formed in their legs from hours of sleeping in an upright position.

So what can you do to prevent this? A few simple tips can help save your life:

  • Walk around on the plane every couple hours. The key is to keep your blood moving.
  • If you can’t be bothered to wake the person next to you, pump or kick your feet around so that the blood keeps moving.
  • Stay hydrated. Dehydration leads to thicker blood, which increases clotting.
  • Take an aspirin. Aspirin is an anti-platelet drug, which prevents blood cells called platelets from clumping together to form a clot.
  • Wear compression stockings. Compression stockings help with blood circulation in the legs. I realize that this is something most people will not do (so do your best to walk around and stay hydrated!).
  • Avoid sleeping pills. They only decrease your mobility and increase your chances of a DVT.

If you start to feel any discomfort in one leg after a long flight or car ride, see a doctor immediately! Symptoms of DVT can often occur in the days/weeks after long travel and may not be immediately apparent.


In front of the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Running in Russia. In front of the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg.

I’m running the NYC Marathon. Here’s why.

This week marks the start of my training for the New York City Marathon. Eighteen weeks of running regularly on a set schedule, slowly increasing my mileage until I hit 26.2 miles on November 2. If you’d asked me two years ago, I would have thought this was crazy (half of me still does today).

But as most of you know, my life changed dramatically 22 months ago when I was diagnosed with a massive blood clot spanning from my left ankle to my heart–I had a deep vein thrombosis (DVT) and pulmonary embolisms (PEs). (See my first post here for more.)

I’m lucky I’m alive and didn’t lose my leg.

After the initial shock, the worst news I received was from the doctors, who told me that although my life would be mostly normal, I should probably come to terms with the fact that I would never run again.

Even though I had never considered myself a runner, I was devastated.

Long distance running was something I had only casually started a year earlier after a bad breakup. I had run two half marathons, but running was not a lifelong hobby. It didn’t matter. When I was told I would never run again, I was still heartbroken.

It wasn’t until Halloween 2012 that I had hope. My new doctor at Stanford was willing to work with me, and he was as aggressive in my treatment as I was determined to get better. He gave me a stent (metal vein) in my pelvis and told me that maybe I could run again. Anything was possible.

I was determined to regain use of my leg.

DVT left the veins in my left leg a scarred and clotted mess. The blood could go into my leg, but there was no pathway for the blood to leave. I couldn’t stand for more than a few minutes without excruciating pain. Additionally, because I had been bedridden for so many months, the muscles in my leg had atrophied.

So I started to go to the gym.

It was slow work, and sometimes my workouts consisted of no more than walking down my stairs and to the gym a few blocks away, but these walks slowly became five minute walks on the treadmill.

The pain was horrendous–my leg felt as though it would burst from the inside out. The pressure of blood pumping into my legs with no way to leave would become increasingly mind numbing as I walked, but because my doctor had said that even painful exercise would not further damage my leg, I kept going. (Though you should always consult a doctor before doing any painful exercise).

Soon I could slowly jog 100m on the treadmill. And then 200m. And then 400m. Each day I was able to bear the pain for a minute or two longer than the day before.

What I did not realize was that the more I ran, the more my body worked to compensate for my activity. Although I did not have use of my deep leg veins, my body created a web of new veins (collateral veins) to meet the demands I was putting on it. The harder I ran, the harder my body worked.

Six weeks after my last surgery I ran a 10K in Central Park.

Six months after I was told I would never run again I ran the Brooklyn Half.

I’ve run more than a dozen races since then, including four more half marathons.

I am still slower than I was two years ago, and it is still painful to run, but in the last year and a half, running has become a part of me.

This is where the marathon comes in.

A marathon was something I thought impossible two years ago when I was healthy. A marathon was impossible a year and a half ago when I was in the hospital. A marathon is still impossible today. But by training for and running the NYC Marathon, I want to prove to myself (and hopefully to you) that anything is possible.

I hope that you will keep me accountable and cheer me on during my 18-week journey. I’ll post weekly on this blog, sharing my progress as well as various stories and tips from my experiences with DVT (for any readers who are also afflicted with DVT and would like to learn more).

Without the support from friends and family, I would not be where I am today. Let’s take this to the next level.