The Grace of God Helped Me Overcome PCOS
by Christy Nafziger
(Lancaster, Pennsylvania )
The far left is August, and the far right is in November
It was two weeks before I was leaving for my one year missionary program in Costa Rica. There I was, sitting in the doctor's office as she shared my diagnosis of PCOS with me, breaking down birth control, hormonal medication, dieting, and the probability of infertility in the future. I held it together until I got to my car, and then I broke down. I was angry and frustrated with God, yelling at him wondering how I got here.
Hello, I am Christy Nafziger. I am nineteen years old and am a PCOS fighter, just like many of you reading this. I totally understand the struggle of everything you are probably going through. When I was diagnosed almost a year ago, I was incredibly overweight and depressed, and I got about four random periods a year.
Right after my diagnosis, I contacted my sister's friend who had fought the same thing. She instantly became like my nutritionist, telling me what to ignore and what to eat more of to help balance my crazy insulin levels. I remember when I left to study in Costa Rica for nine months, when I first got there I called Miss Katie constantly, asking her advice on exercise and what I should be eating.
Between her help, my friends in Costa Rica and my family back home holding me accountable, and the grace of God, that immediate next month of September I got my period and have gotten a period every single month since. And I did it all naturally without any birth control or hormones. All because I changed my diet to low sugar and low carb.
Of course it is not easy. I mean, cutting out bread, pasta, potatoes, rice, most dairy, and sweets cold turkey is not easy. One time my friends had to pin me down to the ground because I wanted a doughnut so bad (FYI, get yourself a friend that will pin you to the ground for that. They're great). But even though the journey has been incredibly difficult, I am now reaping the benefits of those trials that I had to struggle through.
In Genesis 50, Joseph had to go through a lot of crap, a lot more crap than PCOS. But Joseph said later, "You intended to harm me, but God meant it for good." I can now boldly say I am thankful for PCOS because what Satan meant for harm, God meant for good.
I have lost fifty pounds in about ten months, regulated my periods, shocked my doctor, and have a testimony and story that I would have never had if it wasn't for this stupid syndrome. I hope someone reading this can be encouraged and know that there is hope for PCOS, and that there is a light at the end of the battle. Cling to that hope!