My Life

Some of you may know that I was diagnosed with PCOS. So here is my story.

In March of 2006 I met my wonderful husband. He was just the sweetest man I had ever met in my life. Neither of us had wanted a relationship, but the more time we spent together the more we fell in love. By June I was packing up all my things and moving in. Some things had happened and I was moving back in with my parents by Oct. he went to his parents. My mom was diagnosed with Kidney cancer a few days after I moved back in. While my parents went to Indy, Jesse came to the house to keep me company. We went to Indy for my moms surgery and stayed with her for a few days. Don't worry everything is fine!!! Shes cancer free! My dad gave Jesse permisson to stay at my house until they had come back but after seeing him take care of me allowed him to stay there until we got back on our feet. June of 07 we were back to living on our own again. After intercourse one night in Oct. it felt like he was having sex with my uterus. 3 days later we went to the ER where they found my cysts. By April of 08 I had surgery to have them removed. They took my right ovary due to twisting and being covered in scar tissue. They told me at my next gyno visit that they would come back. The joys of the pain that I was to have the next few years.

Later in 09 after ultrasounds I have another cyst, and a mass on the right side. Which again I had surgery in Dec to remove. Finally in June of 10 I found a family dr who tested me for the PCOS that none of the gynos tested me for. An answer to my problems is what I needed the most. By Aug. I was back in the ER to find out that I had yet another Cyst. By Sept i was back in the OR having it yet again removed. This surgery was the worst. Cut me open like a c-section. My ovary was being held down by a 4cm cysts all the way to my cervix. I once again have another one. Now its just a waiting game to have it removed.

If it wasn't for my husband and my family I dont know how I would be so strong. I live life everyday in lots of pain but I fight. I fight for people to understand, I fight for happiness, I fight just to have a child. A lot of things come with the PCOS, my mood swings that I cant help, the insulin resitance, the hard times I have just to have a child. But I fight! I do my best with what I have. I try not to let depression get to me, but that doesn't always work. People just don't understand. I will try my hardest to explain. Thanks for reading my rant!