I was recently diagnosed with PCOS in April 2016. I have always had issues with cysts. Even when I was in my mom’s stomach, they could tell something wasn’t right, and she had to have a C-section a month before the due date. I had a cyst on my small intestine, unrelated to PCOS, that created a blockage, so I couldn’t digest food. They ultimately decided to do surgery right away. Luckily, everything with that went fine, and I haven’t had any further complications.
Strangely, they noticed I was born with a cyst on my ovary as well. Fast forward 15 years, and I was hospitalized on two separate occasions with cysts so big they ruptured inside of me. I almost had my ovary removed but decided against it at the last minute, since I was so young, and that would have cut my chances of having children in half. They told me to stay on birth control, and it would help the cysts not to develop, but they never told me at the time that it was PCOS.
Recently, at the age of 28, I stopped taking birth control and didn’t have a period in over 6 months, so I knew something was up. I wasn’t pregnant, although I was with a long term boyfriend–now ex-boyfriend–regularly with no protection. According to the blood tests, my prolactin levels were elevated, as were some other hormones. My stomach felt weird and different than the pain I previously felt with the ovarian cysts. I felt like I had air bubbles in my stomach. It was strange. I went and had an ultrasound, which confirmed that I had PCOS. Between my blood test and the ultrasound showing the multiple cysts covering my ovaries, I was finally diagnosed.
It makes sense now why I’ve gained weight and my acne has been acting up. I just started taking the medicine they prescribed me today, so we’ll see how it goes. My hormones have been up and down though. I’ve recently stopped drinking too. I was a heavy drinker, so I thought that could have been the cause, but it wasn’t. My mom said, “Well, if you just kept taking your birth control, this wouldn’t have happened,” but the doctor told me it’s hereditary, and I was born with it.
I’m scared and disappointed, feeling like I will never have kids. I’ve never even had a pregnancy scare. I can’t imagine a greater joy than having a child, and the lack of support and understanding from my family is equally hard. They want to blame it on other things, but they just don’t understand. The weight gain is horrible and all in my mid section. I feel like a kangaroo with my pouch of fat. I wish they cared enough to try and understand me. They just turn their backs and judge me and don’t realize how scared and sad this makes me. But I know God has a reason for everything, and it’s through my faith that I can be strong and maintain my sobriety as well. I’m glad to know that I’m not alone in this. Anyone who wants to email me, feel free. 🙂
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.