A little over a week ago I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, or PCOS. I won't get into lots of technical terms or explanations (I'm sure there will be more of that later on), but essentially it's a hormonal imbalance that can be treated, but can also lead to bigger problems (diabetes, heart disease, and infertility being a few of the bigger ones).
I'm still learning, so I don't have any hard and fast answers about causes, because the more I read/talk to people, the more I realize no two women with PCOS are the same.
What I know for sure: it's not life-threatening, it can be treated (but not really "cured"), and it can be a pain in the ass. Or the uterus. (Not really. But you get my point).
By the time I was diagnosed it wasn't a complete surprise, but when I originally went in to see my doctor and she told me this was her suspicion I was blown away. I didn't know a whole lot about PCOS (truth be told, I still don't), but I thought if you had really irregular cycles, that was the biggest indicator. Apparently there are a lot more indicators that aren't necessarily as well-known, but still signs that you might have PCOS. (Which is really interesting because apparently this is so common, one in every fifteen women have it).
That night Ben and I were discussing these other indicators, one of which is mood swings. We realized if the diagnosis was positive, it would make a lot of sense. We were quiet for a minute, both thinking about how this might impact us day-to-day as well as big picture (or at least that's what I was thinking about), when Ben turned to me and said, "yeah, this would make sense, because let's face it, you were kind of a bitch in high school."
I have never laughed so hard in my life.
It was the absolute last thing I expected him to say, but it was also so true. (This is why I married this man. He tells me the truth, but still makes me laugh).
So that's where I'm at right now. I'm talking about it, I'm processing, and I'm reading as much as I can. I have doctor's appointments set up, and I'm figuring out what the next step will be.
There are things I could be at risk for, but that's a post for another day. (Plus, until I know more, I'm trying not to jump to any conclusions). It's definitely been a bit of a roller coaster, but I'm letting myself ride it out, and seeing where it takes me.
I thought about not blogging about it, but that's not how I do things. I tend to word vomit, then sit back and process. (Remember my excessive earthquake cussing?) I'm all about full disclosure, and making people aware, and honestly, it would feel weird not to blog about something so big happening in my life.
There are going to be good days and bad while I'm learning and dealing and processing, but I've had amazing support from friends and family alike.
So for right now? It's an adjustment.