Sitting in the ObGyn office at the hospital, I stared at my file on my hands, fidgeting with the paper corners as I reread the sentence over and over again.
... confirmed your recent diagnosis of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) following the tests and evaluations conducted at ObGyn Matters London Clinic.
"So you're saying that I can't have babies?" I asked, not quite believing what was being told to me.
I was referred to the gynaecology department to find a diagnosis for my irregular periods I was having. Struggling with irregular menstrual cycles for most of my girlhood and was looking for the reason why.
I never would have thought I would find out that I lost my ability to have children.
"I don't get it." I mumbled, looking up at my doctor who looked at me with sympathy.
"You have PCOS - Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It's a common condition that affects how a woman's ovaries work. The reason why you have such irregular and prolonged periods is due to the fact that your ovaries don't regularly release egg cells, or in short, doesn't ovulate regularly." My doctor, Doctor Anne Michell, explained to me, pulling out various types of leaflets and diagrams to show.
"It also means you have polycystic ovaries."
"What's that?"
"You have follicles - that are harmless - in your ovaries. They're small sacs that develop along the edge of your ovaries. These fail to regularly release egg cells. It can lead to infertility. They can also infect fertilised egg cells, causing a higher risk of miscarriages, preterms and stillbirths"
My vision blurs as I stare down at the paperwork in my hand, not wanting to believing what I was hearing.
"So you're saying I can't have children." I sniffled, rubbing my nose with the sleeve of my grey top.
Dr Anne gently pushed a box of tissues in front of me "You can still conceive but you may find difficulty in doing so."
I plucked out a few pieces of tissues, whispering a quiet "thank you" before blowing my nose.
Ever since I was a little girl, I always played with my baby dolls, always looking after my younger cousins. Always offering to babysit for Tessa's little one whenever she needed time for herself.
It felt like someone just passed away.
"Did you want children?" Doctor Anne asked, gently taking my file out of my hand and placing it neatly on her desk.
"Yes," I said quietly, as I blew my nose again, "I've always wanted them."
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Sitting in my apartment, I waited for the tell-tale jostle of keys and the twist of the door handle to alert me of his arrival.
Theo:
im omw
are you okay?
Me:
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