My name is Mandy and I am 23. 9-11 was a full day for the nation, and for me, it was double. You see, not only was the nation turned upside down, so was my life. On 9-11-2001, I was diagnosed with PCOS.
My doctor and I had been trying to figure out why I had gained 75 pounds in five months and completely stopped having my cycles.
After a year of different tests and being poked by needles, my doctor figured it out by chance. You see, my doctor was a family practitioner and had no idea what PCOS was. He was invited by a colleague to come to a convention for Obgyn and there they discussed PCOS. My doctor asked questions and then came back and diagnosed me properly.
I have tried many things including metformin and birth control.
My husband and I decided after seeing our sister and brother-in-law’s struggle with infertility treatments that we would not pursue them.
We decided to go off all drugs and take a natural approach. We are now trying progesterone cream and other natural supplements.
My success is a little different then others. We have a two year old son named Triston. He is the greatest joy in our lives, and the best part is, he is adopted.
We still hope for a biological child but are completely happy with our adopted son. Also, our sister and brother-in-law also adopted their son a month later.
So I would just like women with PCOS to think for a moment about how their child could be waiting for them, but just in another way. God bless you all with you struggles.