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PCOS can be a difficult diagnosis and is often overlooked. Many don’t hear about it until they wind up in an ER with a cyst that basically EXPLODED inside of them sending shards of glass (or fluid– might as well be glass) into their abdomen, or until they have lots of unprotected sex in bedrooms, kitchens, showers, pools, cars– among other locations and never get pregnant. With the diagnosis can come fear, sadness, a sense of loneliness and even helplessness. It can be a scary thing and can lead a woman to feel DEPRESSED.
Being a woman who has experienced these things (the explosion inside my body, the reckless unprotected sex without bearing a child), and having the realization that I may never have the chance to be a mother– was crippling to me. I’ve cried, I’ve prayed, I’ve searched PCOS on google nearly a thousand times and I’ve even bought a rose necklace because my mother told me I should pray to St. Therese for a baby (St. Therese’s thing are roses). I’ve been self-loathing and pitying myself and watching my dreams go up in smoke. In March 2014 I had experienced three unsuccessful rounds of fertility treatment and as I looked at yet another negative pregnancy test, I decided I wouldn’t live my life like this (this decision came after I cried and pouted and tried to take apart the test to see if maybe I just couldn’t see the line, of course. The important thing is that I did make the decision not to live like this, regardless of how much of a tantrum I had at first).
While I’ve had a very negative relationship with my ovaries, I thought it was time to patch things up. I’ve told them how much I hate them, how awful they are– and now I’ve decided to make amends. They’re good ovaries– sure, they don’t ovulate and don’t allow me to have regular periods, but my God, what beautiful strings of pearls they’ve created for me! Fashion forward feminine bits. No longer will I refer to this condition as Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, but rather I will try to remember that my Perfectly Capable Ovaries are Sleeping. They just need to be woken up.
Feel free to like, share, comment, and contact. When I was diagnosed, I felt so alone– I didn’t know anyone who had PCOS. Let’s stick together… I want to hear your stories.