Skip to comments.Flashback: Hillary Clinton: My Life at 60 (2007, talks about 1998 blood clot scare)
Posted on 12/30/2012 7:21:37 PM PST by kristinn
She approaches her seventh decade with what any 60-year-old wants most - good health - but Clinton recalled a potentially fatal scare in 1998.
It came while she was campaigning on behalf of Chuck Schumer's New York Senate bid and a swollen right foot caused her terrible pain. She thought she just needed to slow down from constant flying.
A White House doctor told her to rush to Bethesda Naval Hospital, where doctors diagnosed a large blood clot behind her right knee.
"That was scary because you have to treat it immediately - you don't want to take the risk that it will break lose and travel to your brain, or your heart or your lungs. That was the most significant health scare I've ever had."
Clinton said she no longer takes blood thinners and otherwise has enjoyed good health while zig-zagging across the country for the past nine months, keeping a schedule that exhausts aides half her age.
(Excerpt) Read more at nydailynews.com ...
You’re calling on God to kill her or did I misread?
Guess this means she might have had a legit reason for missing the Benghazi hearings.
I doubt it
I have no doubt she has blood clots at 60. She has never taken care of herself, physically or emotionally. What a pathetic example for young women. Of course the older man-haters love her.
A blood clot in the leg is very different from a Benghazi blood clot.
Do you take aspirin daily?
I was a liberal until I saw the Clinton’s on “60 Minutes”. My revulsion towards them changed my life around.
I hope nobody minds that I repeat the post I wrote as I was recovering from a bad heart attack:
Immediate First Aid for Heart Attack (by one who's been there.)
Life's experience ^ | July 15, 2002 | basil
Posted on 07/15/2002 4:36:15 PM CDT by basil
Last Thursday was 7-11, as I recall, which should have been a lucky day. I now believe it was luckier than most for me.
Everything seemed "normal" when I awoke around 6:30 AM. I got up, put on my robe, and padded to the kitchen to get the water boiling for my usual cup of tea. Then, I let my Springer Spaniel, Mandy, out to do her doggy thing, and opened up the doors to my home office. I booted up my Mac, and returned to the kitchen to pour the water over the tea bag.
Returning to my office with my hot teacup, I had a bit of a shooting pain in the left side of my chest. Nothing intolerable, but enough to ￼get my attention.
Just as the "forum" page of FR downloaded, it felt like a giant crab had grabbed a hold of my heart--and he wouldn't let go! I tried taking some deep breaths, changing my position, etc., but nothing helped. It dawned on me right then that I was having a heart attack! (Funny, but I kept thinking of Fred Sandford telling his wife he was having the BIG ONE!--LOL)
This narrative may get a bit long, as I have a tendency to be a bit wordy (a big surprise to some of you--ha!), so those of you who have no interest, please bail out now.
For the rest of you, I want you to learn what I learned, which I am sure saved my life.
If you ever find youself in the same circumstance, I hope you will remember this: IMMEDIATELY TAKE ONE ASPIRIN!! Not more than one, and not an aspirin substitute--ONE WHOLE ASPIRIN.
I had read a long time ago in a Reader's Digest (I think) that one aspirin taken within an hour of a myocardial infarction (heart attack) can help prevent permanent damage to the heart muscle. Since reading this article, I had kept aspirin in my purse, in my car, and in the house. As soon as I figured out what was happening, I went to the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin bottle and swallowed one whole aspirin.
My husband was downstairs at the time (watching the stock market tank, no doubt--) when I yelled down and told him what I thought was going on, and to please call 911. He put the call in immediately, and then came upstairs to see about me.
My dog had gone into "protective mode"-- how do they know to do that?--and she wouldn't let Mr. basil near me! I realized that she also would not let the EMS guys near me either, so I had to get up off the couch and put her behind the bedroom door.
I don't remember much of the next few minutes. After putting the dog up, I must have decided that I needed something in the kitchen, because I had started in there when I completely passed out (for the first and only time in my life.)
I later learned that I fell on my face and hit the ceramic tile floor. When I came to, the EMS guys were working over me, but all I was aware of was that blood was gushing out of my nose, and I thought that was rather odd--but by then, everything seemed rather odd to me.
I had this sensation that there was something important going on that I should be taking part in, but for the life of me, I couldn't think what it might be. I did not feel like I was floating in the air, and I did not see a shinning light (Note--neither did I see pitchforks!)
My next recollection was of being wheeled down our very long, very steep driveway on a gurney as the ambulance had parked on the street.. I recall that I was in the ambulance for what seemed like a rather long time before it started moving.
At this time, I have to admit that I had some very severe pain, and couldn't focus too much on what the technicians were doing to me. I remember that they told me that they were going to start (I believe they said an external pacemaker), and that it would be a bit painful. They didn't lie.
That was such a strange experience that I have to tell about it. I don't know what the thing looked like, as apparently I never opened my eyes during this time. Anyway, here's what I felt: it was as if I had a series of arches of some sort over my body from about my knees to shoulder level. At the knees, it started with an electrical zap, followed a few seconds later with another zap a bit higher up, and so on until the top arch zapped at my shoulders. Then, it started going back down the arches, and then back up. Although this was rather painful, it was also rather fascinating, until I realized all of a sudden that I seemed to be convulsing.
I was being shaken by very hard, uncontrollable convulsions that were wracking my entire body. I keep yelling at the techs to please help me, but they seemed to just ignore me! I couldn't figure out why they weren't paying any attention to me. Also, at about this time, I suddenly had the sensation that my tongue had swollen many times it's normal size and was stuck to my very dry top lip--who knows what that was about!
This all finally stopped, and I felt better for a while, then the whole process repeated itself.
Finally, I knew we were at the hospital and that I was being rushed somewhere. I don't now know if it was to the Emergency Room, or straight to Cardiac Catherization Lab. All I know for sure is that the hand of God was with me, because, as it turned out, a very brillant cardiologist was on call, and he was waiting for me. (The techs had been in telephone contact with him on the 45 minute ambulance trip, getting their instructions from him.)
For the next couple of hours, I think I was more or less unaware of what what going on, except that I had two more of those convulsing episodes like I had experienced in the ambulance, only they were much more severe now. I continued to think that I was screaming at somebody,ANYBODY! to help me, and again, no one seemed to care-- or even to glance at me, or to say a word to me. This added greatly to my distress, but I couldn't figure out anything else to do, so I just kept convulsing and hoping it would all end soon.
I suppose that's exactly what happened, because the next thing I knew, I was awake and in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. I was feeling absolutlely normal, had no pain whatsoever, and I think my head was clear (one never knows when talking about this head--lol). I took stock, and noted that I had 3 iv's running, a heart monitor hookup, two tubes connected in my groin (can you say "groin" on FR?), and was wearing an oxygen mask.
That was the end of the excitement. It wasn't until several hours later that this "really helpful" nurse found a mirror so that I could get a good look at myself. and see the damage caused when I passed out and landed on my face.
Believe me--you don't want to know what I saw, just suffice it to say that all I could think of was to holler TRICK OR TREAT!! The damage consists of of a broken nose, a badly bruised eye orbit, and the left shoulder and hip are varying shades of blues, purples, and greens. The color in my face changes and spreads daily, and has some most interesting colors and patterns in it.
I told my daughter, pesto, who is to be a blushing bride in less than three weeks, not to worry--if all else fails, I can just wear a burka to the wedding, and won't scare any of the little kids.
Now--here's the serious part--all jokes aside:BOTH OF MY CARDIOLOGISTS AGREE THAT BY TAKING THAT PLAIN OLD EVERYDAY ONE ASPIRIN, I VERY PROBABLY SAVED MY LIFE!!!
I hope each of you will remember this always, and tell all you family and friends about it!
And one final bit that may be of interest to some of you: Each of the four times that I was experiencing the convulsing episodes, I was in complete cardiac arrest (complete heart stoppage). The doctors assure me that I was not convulsing, and that I was not screaming at anybody, that that was my mind playing tricks on me.
Dear freeper friends, there is no way to adequately let you know how much your prayers and well- wishes meant to me during this time. On behalf of me, Mr Basil, and pesto, (and our other 4 kids), all we can say is an humble thank you., I am very sure that I am here today because, in part, of all of your lovely prayers. How does one adequately say thanks for that? May God bless each and every one of you!
One note...I know that some folks relish living way out in the country and I am convinced that it has its points but forty-five minutes to the nearest ER is a bit much.
With four kids, two grands and a boatload of older folks in the family, I like being less than five minutes from a world-class facility, two of them in fact, Long Island Jewish and North Shore University hospitals.
I tore my leg up surfing once in Montauk on a Sunday in August. The nearest hospital was in Southampton, 25 miles away. The only road is one lane in each direction. It was clogged with summer traffic. The ride took almost forty minutes even with the siren.
Thanks you so much for posting this again. I don’t think I read it the first time. Thank God for the simple aspirin!
My mother at age 70 had her first stroke while they were on a trip to Oregon. My father knew something was wrong but instead of taking her to the ER he put her in the car and drove her back to Texas (no aspirin). This was 1979 and I don’t know if doctors had started telling people to do this or not. They were both as healthy as anyone I ever knew so they probably didn’t ever see a doctor.
After getting back to Texas she continued to have strokes until she was a complete invalid and lived for 5 years that way. When I think that maybe a 1/4 grain aspirin would have prevented this I get very sad.
Actually, the dosage I take is one 5 grain aspirin daily. This is what most doctors recommend.
I was at the dermatologist having some skin tags removed from my neck. He asked me if I took aspirin because if I did it was working. LOL!
Oh yes, right.
Actually, I’m thinking it’ll look more like “Weekend at Bernie’s.”
Yes, and my name’s not Daily.
Mine too. It was these two you convinced me of my mistakes in the political. My family, with just two exceptions, are all liberal. Family get togethers are tough.
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