When I first started talking about blogging again, my husband asked me if one of the topics I would be talking about would be my newly diagnosed health condition. I was a bit apprehensive because I didn’t know if I really wanted to divulge with you about that. I also thought, “you know what? I should”.
Prior to being diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome I never heard of this disorder before. Where the hell have I been? Why am I now hearing about this?
After being diagnosed with something or having the slightest bit of discomfort we humans, tend to go online and ask our most trusted friend for “facts”, Google. Hey WEBMD users — Yes, I’m talking about you.
I started to read an endless amount of articles, and threads about women who also suffer from PCOS, all of who go through varies symptoms from it. I will just say that my mind was blown. It was like I was going down the grocery list and checking off all the symptoms I have.
You may know someone who has PCOS or you are someone who has PCOS. Who knows being that you’re reading this post your device is pulling this data and you will now see ads regarding PCOS.
What is Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome? It is a hormonal imbalance which affects between one and ten women. Higher percentages are found in Latinas and Black women. Most times women go undiagnosed. How scary is that to even know?
How did I go undiagnosed after all of these years? I am 32 years of age and I just found out in December that I had this disorder. It wasn’t until I was having abnormal bleeding for about 26 days with continuous cramping and large blood clots that I then scheduled an appointment to see my gynecologist. I was worried as this was something that I had never experienced before. I finally had my appointment with my gynecologist. She scheduled me for an ultrasound and a biopsy (which was painful).
After reviewing the images of the ultrasound she knew at that very moment that I had PCOS. She pointed out that I was never ovulating and had polyps on my uterus; something else I had never heard of before. How could I not be ovulating if my cycle came every month? I had so many damn questions. My doctor spoke to me about possibly having surgery in January but wanted to wait for my biopsy results. I ended up going home with a prescription for the abnormal bleeding that same day.
I waited a few days to hear about the results from my biopsy and luckily, the results were benign. She recommended that I go on a diet specifically for PCOS and to also make sure to stay active. A few weeks later I was scheduled to have surgery on January 17th to have a hysteroscopy, as well as a dilation and curettage (also known as a D&C — a method that is commonly known for miscarriages and abortions) done to scrape my uterus clean. The week before surgery, I went into the doctors office to get prepped for surgery and we went over what was going to happen during surgery. She later asked if I would allow her to look further to check out my fallopian tubes. I agreed to her doing additional procedures only if needed. I just wanted my uterus to be as normal as she could possibly get it to be.
Well, January 17th finally came and after having surgery I woke up from general anesthesia. My doctor came to check on me and to also go over procedures that took place during the surgery. She proceeded to tell me that the surgery went well, but she found that my fallopian tubes were actually blocked which she also cleaned out. The procedures that took place that day were a hysteroscopy, dilation and curettage, myosure, laparoscopy, and laser chromotubation. Now, that sounds intense, right? Damnnnnnnnn, Gina!
I ended up leaving the hospital with another diagnosis, Endometriosis. Once again, I had an ‘Ah-ha” moment after researching further about endometriosis and a lot of things regarding my PMS, and menstruation made sense. A whole lot of sense.
During the initial diagnosis and post surgery, I was starting to feel confused and betrayed by my body. My emotions were all over the place. I suddenly felt depressed. I was crying every single day. Some days my crying spells were for no reason. I’ll give you an example — here I am checking an email and feeling frustrated by it. I started to cry. I wiped away my tears and thought maybe I just needed to take a moment and maybe a shower would help. Suddenly, I was hysterically crying in the shower. I realized after trying to compose myself that my hormones were fucking with me. I couldn’t believe I was crying about an email. In this very moment I realized that I was very depressed. I would cry to my husband and to my best friend about what I was going through. I just didn’t understand why my body was betraying me. I have been living a healthy lifestyle. I never thought something like this would happen to me, but it did.
During my post surgery appointment I was told that I had a six month window to conceive a child. Now, for those of you who don’t know me, I wasn’t expecting to hear something like this. I thought I still had time. I always imagined myself having a child in my mid-30s anyways. I was in no rush. I have been with my husband for nine years. He was just about to finish law school. We had a plan. For a person that considers themselves to have a type-a personality, the planner — this was a hard pill to swallow. I felt like everything was happening so fast. Information overload in a span of two months, and now this. With this sudden news, I felt a small anxiety attack inside.
Do I wish I knew about this in my 20s? Absolutely. As women, it is within our right to have choices on what we want to do with our bodies. I felt like I was being told what to do v. deciding on my own. Initially after being told about my six-month window, it felt like an out of body experience. Hey body, you’re just going to play me like this? After all we’ve been through together these past 32 years?
But as the saying goes, “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
What’s happening now? A new plan. We are both on board with the cards that were dealt and decided to move forward with trying to conceive naturally per doctors orders. It has been fun telling my husband that we have to hump like rabbits especially on certain days of ovulating. We gotta hop right to it or as my doctor said, “go home and jump on the stick!”
I’m sure they’ll be more to come with this next journey. We also realize that there might be a possibility that we won’t have a kid, and it’ll just be me, him and Pepper. We’ve come to peace with this — for now.
Are any of you struggling with PCOS or endometriosis?