After my many, many ….. many problems with my health, struggling with my hormones, coping with my girly works becoming so unreliable that it was making me ill all the time. After fighting peri-menopause, struggling to fall pregnant and failing, and facing the fact of no more children. And after fighting doctors tooth and nail for the last 2 years for some sort of definative answer. After all that ….. today I finally got an answer.<\/p>\n
After moving here, I decided to try again, and so I saw a new gyno today. The poor man looked at the novel sized pile of documentation I gave him, and looked more than a little startled. I was a little more forceful with what I wanted from him …… a hysterectomy. He listened to me, asked some questions …. and showed a great deal of shock when I told him the opinions of my previous gyno’s. He quizzed me about my hormonal issues, which I was a little reluctant to mention, for fear that he would insist I try chemical control methods (yet again).<\/p>\n
And finally he looked at me and said … “Well obviously its a no brainer. I feel the best management would be a complete hysterectomy and estrogen implant”. Not only is he going to give me the hysterectomy I wanted, but he offered to remove my ovaries, therefore removing the major cause of the other symptoms that I have suffered for nearly 20 years.<\/p>\n
I stood at the reception desk to pay my bill, and I was shaking. I held it together until we got outside his rooms …… and then I had a good cry on hubby’s shoulder. This is what I have wanted for years. I have a chance of being able to have a normal like life, and quite possibly, some of the PCOS features in my health will be gone.<\/p>\n
So …. in a little over 2 weeks time, I will have my mum here to look after me, and I will be starting the next phase of my life. I am scared, but incredibly happy.
\nIs it possible to be both?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After my many, many ….. many problems with my health, struggling with my hormones, coping with my girly works becoming so unreliable that it was making me ill all the time. After fighting peri-menopause, struggling to fall pregnant and failing, and facing the fact of no more children. And after fighting doctors tooth and nail … <\/p>\n