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Thankful for the Bad

The month of September is Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) Awareness Month. As it affects between 6 to 10% of all women across the world, we will be having voices from across the community share their experiences of the syndrome from the diagnosis through to having a child.

I was diagnosed with PCOS on September 14, 2012 after I went to my OB/GYN worried about my missing cycle. I had gone off of birth control a few months prior and hadn’t had a cycle since. After numerous negative pregnancy tests, I finally mustered up the courage to talk to someone. As soon as I rattled off my mysterious symptoms (missing periods, rapid weight gain during college, abnormal hair growth under my chin), my OB diagnosed me with PCOS. It was unofficial until my blood results came back, but a few days later, I hung up the phone with a diagnosis.

Three years later, I am the proud mother of a 13-month-old boy. It took losing 40 pounds, more Metformin pills than I care to count, getting poked and prodded by what felt like every medical professional in the state, moving from my OB to my RE, and three rounds of Clomid.

Looking back at the last three years, I get emotional. When I was first diagnosed, I knew nothing about PCOS. As soon as I got home, I turned to the internet to find answers. Almost instantly, I found blog after blog about PCOS and infertility. I immersed myself in reading them and, throughout the years, I learned more about my diagnosis and treatment than any doctor could have told me. I eventually started a blog of my own and connected with other women around the world who would become my biggest supporters.

Even though PCOS took away my privacy, it brought me a group of close girlfriends.

Even though PCOS took away my hope at times, my hope was restored when I saw others succeed.

Even though PCOS took my money, it taught me to be resourceful and to take help from others.

It’s strange to think that I’m thankful for my PCOS. While I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, I am thankful for the path it lead me down, and the friendships I have made along the way.

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  1. I love how you are able to find the silver lining to your struggle. It’s funny how although we wouldn’t wish loss or infertility on our worst enemy, we can still be thankful for the lessons learned. Most importantly for me, I remind myself in tough moments (they’re just moments now! not days or weeks!) that without any of the shit, my daughter wouldn’t exist. CHEERS!

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