DVT and Kidney Damage

Deep Vein Thrombosis or DVT.

We have all heard about it and it is potentially deadly.

A risk of long-haul flights and something of which to be very aware.

It is a side-effect of the Myeloma that the blood becomes more sticky and therefore more prone to clot – therefore more likely to encounter DVT.

With a long flight planned I had already been given some blood thinning drugs in Nairobi, but even so, it is probable that on that 11 hour journey a clot formed in a vein in my leg and travelled up the vein where it rested behind the knee.

My ultrasound scan of my leg discovered this quickly and so I was admitted immediately into Lincoln County Hospital.

I spent the afternoon in the Ambulatory Health Centre – where bloods were taken and decisions were made.

My blood was too thick and needed to be thinned. However, the blood tests confirmed the Nairobi diagnosis that my kidney was very unwell and so could not tolerate the usual drugs.

Another side affect of the Myeloma is that paraproteins are formed by the damaged white blood cells and these clog up the nephrons (filters) in the kidneys – stopping them from working properly.

The kidneys stop filtering out the toxins which build up in the blood supply and make you very ill. In fact my loss of apatite in recent months and the ongoing metallic / bitter taste in my mouth is almost certainly the result of this affliction.

I needed to sort out the kidney function quickly and in the end it was this and not my potential clot which fast tracked the fast tracking system.

Mum, with me all day on this, was shocked, we’d popped out back to the doctors for seemingly half an hour only to find that I was not coming back home that night or for the foreseeable future. I was exhausted and things were moving so fast.

She eventually returned to collect me some things and returned with a friend,  Carol, in the evening. It was good to touch base with folk from the past and not for the first time in the days to come renew old acquaintances.

I meanwhile needed to wait for a bed.

The haematology ward was full and there were no spaces – so I was going to have to transfer on to the M.E.A.U. (Mobile Emergency Assessment Unit). Here I would wait another long weekend (5 days) to get into the specialist Haematology Ward.

However, on that Thursday / Friday I had more immediate worries beyond those of my own. Anita was not picking up her phone and had been out of contact for almost 20 hours  – so far away and at such a crucial time for me – my nearest and dearest had fallen completely off the face of the planet. What on earth was going on?