I should be upset at the news that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I should be hurt, confused, angry perhaps.
I’m grateful.
The truth is that I’ve been dealing with painful, irregular periods, fears of infertility, hormone imbalances, and constant weight gain for 10 years. I’ve seen multiple doctors who brushed these symptoms off. I’ve been falsely diagnosed with mental health disorders which symptoms almost lined up with mine. And I’ve had little to no relief.
Today, I have closure. Today, I can end my search for what the hell is wrong with me. I can finally get a treatment plan that actually solves my problems. Today, I can move on with my life, and think about a future.
Because today, a doctor finally listened to me.
The even better news is that my plan for having a baby in the future involved IVF. It always involved IVF. And with PCOS, most women have to resort to IVF if they want to have a child. I feel one step ahead of the curve already.
I know now that I’m not crazy. I know now that I’m not a hypochondriac. I know now that every single thing I’ve been diagnosed with really leads back to this one thing. And, while it won’t go away, it is treatable.
I can still have a baby. I can still be a mom. And I can ease the pain I’ve been in for the last decade.
So, here’s to the future.