There is reason to believe I could have Polycystic Ovary Disease. I’m not excited that another diagnosis could be added to my already full plate, but I have accepted it. It is what it is, after all.
As is common with endometriosis, I am no stranger to cysts. And with cysts – adhesions. When the cluttered web of heavy adhesions was freed from my pelvis during my last lap, I asked if I could have PCOS. This was dismissed. But I still wondered how I could be plagued with constant and multiple cysts and the only offer medicine could give me was a hysterectomy. I never took that option.
But a recent visit with my endocrinologist is moving me towards PCOS. She believes – based on clinical symptoms and blood work – that I have it. She wants to give my gynecologist a chance to treat it because of the endometriosis. I’ll see her next month, I believe, and will hopefully know more.
At least now I have an answer for the hair removal cream I need (the 5 o’clock shadow isn’t too hot on women). We will see what develops after my next appointment, but it’s a relief having your suspicions validated.
I need to get the ovaries under control, though. The cysts and endo cause adhesions – and thick ones – that glue my ovaries to my intestines. The tightness of it on my left side has caused me to be dependant on Miralax twice a day. I am sure a lysis is in my future, just trying to delay it past my near future. I hate the idea of surgery, especially abdominal, but I have a feeling it’s something I can’t avoid forever.