September is PCOS Awareness Month. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome affects 1 out of every 10 women and most don’t even know it, I am one of those women who do. I want to share my story and help give hope to others like me.
My whole life I have had parts of my life that have plagued me, when I was younger I didn’t know any better and I thought it was all part of being a women. As I grew older a voice in the back of my head kept telling me: There is no way this is “normal”.
I never questioned it though not until after I had my first son at 22 and my normal changed into something more concerning after having consistent unbearable pelvic pain for days on end. Needless to say, I called my doctor.
I went through some hormone testing and a week later I got a phone call from the doctor who told me my hormone levels were really strange and asked me to come in for a pregnancy test to make sure I wasn’t “pregnant with twins or if it was something else”. The next day I got a call, the pregnancy test was negative. Our next step of testing was an ultrasound.
I remember lying on that table staring at the ultrasound screen asking questions as the tech refused to tell me anything. I remember waiting a week for my results and searching for answers on the internet about hormone imbalances.
Finally my doctor called me to come to his office to review the results of my most recent tests. As I sat there in the chair at his desk he opened the image and started counting out loud. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6….17, 18, 19, 20, 21… 28, and that is just on one of your ovaries.” He was counting cysts. He explained to me what PCOS was and how they aren’t really sure what causes it but they have their guesses. He also said I am very fortunate that I was able to conceive because so many who have PCOS cannot.
On the outside, you can’t see my ailment. I don’t have many of the symptoms that can be seen by just looking at a person. It is something I live with and it is something that I try to manage through my diet and lifestyle, I am not perfect at doing this but no one is perfect. I have good days and I have bad days but I am finding what works for me.
When I look at my two beautiful boys I know that they were meant to be mine and that no disease could keep them from me. I hug them a little tighter at night or when dropping them off at school knowing that there are other women like me who dream of the day they will have children of their own. Don't give up and know we are all in this together.
I am originally from the mountainous state of Vermont (no that is not in Canada!) - my passion is event planning and spending time with my little family consisting of my husband, two little boys and four fur children.
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