PCOS the Gift that keeps on giving

To be at all honest I know the title of this article drips with sarcasm. I, however, feel that it's simply put, the truth. PCOS is truly like the goldfish you didn't want but that your child insisted you get. It continues to live for years and years and years simply to spite you. You can't get rid of it, you can only come close to dealing with it by feeding it and looking at it with disgust every morning as you see it's still alive and thriving. Now if you love Goldfish I by no means am out to offend you, only give a reasonable comparison in my mind.

I have had PCOS and the wide range of symptoms that accompany it since I was 13 years old. I'm now 21 and after 8 years of dealing with this am worn out to say the least. PCOS isn't just a cause of infertility or obesity, it can lead to serious problems if left untreated. PCOS usually arises from something called Syndrome X. High insulin, High blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, and Low Good Cholesterol are the beginning symptoms. Not every person who has Syndrome X will develop PCOS but those who do can I just say that I'm sorry. I hate this disease. I hate all it entails, I hate how it effects my life, I hate how it causes seemingly one problem after another. To live with PCOS is to live with a constant reminder that you, are not normal.

Okay be honest who wants to have a constant reminder that you're not normal? That you're a woman yet you grow a beard, that you could literally eat bird food and somehow find a way to gain weight, that the skin on the back of your neck somehow feels and looks like leather, and my favorite of all that no matter how hard you try you are always tired.

I think I might be having an issue because today I head in for my second surgery in 6 months and could walk out with a hysterectomy. I know you're going hey get rid of the ovaries and uterus that's where the root of the problem is. However, I want more children, but this disease is seemingly on the verge of robbing me of just one more thing. So I guess if you asked me today to tell you the truth am I bitter? I would say, Yes I am. I am bitter that it has been a fight, a fight that seems never ending from the time of puberty on. I was given a taste of what it's like to be "like all the other girls" and it was ripped away at 13. I then became the class freak, bearded lady who was also fat.

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