[QUOTE=Earl Snake-Hips Tucker]
There’s a video on the CNN website that shows a massive blood clot being pulled out of a man’s chest (Tim Henderson is the name of *lucky soul).
Apparently, the belief is the clot probably formed in his leg after he broke it and had to keep it immobilized to heal.
It traveled to his lung, and caused a PE.
The questions:
It seems unlikely that the clot started that big in his leg, and snaked its way to his lung. I’m going to assume that it was much smaller, and somehow it grew by accretion once it hit the lung. Is that plausible?
The doctor is shown pulling the clot out in one piece. I never imagined a blood clot to be of a consistency that it could be pulled out like that. Do clots become that “sturdy” for lack of a better word.
*Lucky that he survived that monster, that is.
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Hey, Snake Hips.
Ah yes, pulmonary emboli. One of my favorite causes of death since it is SO obvious at the autopsy table. I love pulling one of those suckers out of the main artery leading out of the heart. Whoop, look at that one!
It did NOT form in the lung at all. It formed entirely in the leg. Believe it or not. Hey, this is what I do when I’ve pulled a pulmonary embolus (PE to the cognoscenti) out of the mainstem pulmonary branch. I flip the corpse upside down and make a cut from the crease at the top of the thigh down to the ankle.
I divide the musculature, cavalierly and rapidly in the thigh since most of what I want is in Hunter’s canal and is deep buried, fairly rapidly in the calf since it’ll be right up against the septum between the tibia and fibula, very carefully in the popliteal cavity (space behind the knee) since it’ll hump up right to the surface in one unpredictable spot. I look for the deep venous system. (Reassurance to the worried: clots in blood vessels just under the skin do NOT cause death. Varices, those ugly looking swirls of visible veins just under the surface, do NOT cause death. Only clots in the deep venous system ever cause death.)
The sciatic nerve comes burrowing up from one side of the meaty thigh and the femoral vein comes down from the other. They meet a few inches at most above the popliteal fossa and from there they accompany eachother. Vein, artery, nerve, in a bundle. Little tiny vein branches run from the deep venous system through the big muscles of your calf to the superficial veins. (These little branches are not big enough to carry blood clots that can kill you.) These branches are called perforating veins, because they perforate through the red muscle tissue. When I am dividing the gastrocnemius and soleus muscles to get down to the deep, deep, deep venous system, if this is the leg where the clot started, I find clots in the perforating veins. They look like little dark red sausages popping out of the transected veins. When I see those, I say, oh boy, I’m on the right track.
Get down to the deep vein and boy howdy, it’s swollen and distended with a sausage of thick blood clot from the ankle up to… the collapse point. The collapse point is the point in the vein where the sausage broke free that went to the lungs and killed the victim. The vein is all distended and unhappy up to the collapse point, then it looks collapsed. It has liquid blood in it from that point on up to the heart.
Get this. I can measure the blood clot I have pulled out of the pulmonary artery. I have to pull it out in pieces and uncoil it, since it coils up as it heads down into the lungs where it gets stuck, much as toilet paper may coil as it rushes down the plumbing. I frequently measure eight, ten, twelve inches of clot. Winner is eighteen.
I then go down to the collapse point (if I found it - not always lucky enough to find it) and measure from there up. Sometimes these fourteen-inch clots have run all the way from the back of the knee to the top of the thigh. When they broke loose, it was a couple of heartbeats’ time for them to progress with the wave of blood, like a Viking ship riding the tide to inevitable destruction, up the ever increasing diameter of the inferior vena cava, through the roomy right atrium and roomer right ventricle, through the still-large pulmonary artery, by sheer chance into either the right or the left mainstem pulmonary artery branches (sometimes by bad luck into both), try to go down the ever narrowing diameter of the pulmonary artery branches into the lung, coil, get stopped, plug up.
This is known as a “massive pulmonary embolism” (only kind that comes to me - I start when they’re dead, remember) and it is easily as long as the one you saw pulled out of the guy’s chest.
Death ensues immediately.
to be continued