You are not dying... you have PCOS!

The consultation continues… Dr. C asks us a series of questions about our history, personal habits and bodies. As he wrote down our answers I could tell he was solving a puzzle and each word we spoke got him that much closer to getting the pieces put together. After a 45 minute meeting he looks at me and says you have something called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). What the hell is that? The short answer is a hormonal imbalance (long answer can be found here: http://womenshealth.gov/publications/our-publications/fact-sheet/polycystic-ovary-syndrome.html). Those who know me know that I am an anxious, hypochondriac headcase and fear that I have some sort of terminal cancer at the sight of a small bruise. So you can see how I would be relieved to hear of the different symptoms women with PCOS have as I was able to knock off a million symptoms I had associated with other diseases! I can laugh now, but in the moment I really feel like something is wrong with me! I am scheduled for a boat load of blood work, sonohysterogram and internal ultra sound which will confirm his diagnosis of PCOS. We are walking out of the office and I am fighting back the tears of joy. I remember saying to Jay, is it weird that I am happy after hearing a diagnosis? He says “no, we finally have an answer and now we can work on finding a solution!” We were put in the capable hands of Dr. C for good reason.