Ladies and Gentlemen, We Have Confirmed Polycystic Ovaries!!

Three years ago I walked into my doctor's office and announced to him that I believed that I had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I believe his exact words were, "Eh...probably so. We can put you on Metformin if you want. It's not going to hurt you if you DON'T have PCOS, but I've heard that they're using that to help treat the symptoms." So I agreed, and I started the medicine. No tests were ever mentioned, no checking to see if the dosage was correct. Eight months later we went to see a reproductive endocrinologist so I could have someone actually TREAT the PCOS—provided I really did have it. This was the loser with the god-complex who rushed us through my appointment and tried to get us signed up for invetro fertilization at $10k a pop (evidently Hummer #3 needed some repairs). We left his office, went straight to Dr Weary and never looked back. We were pregnant with Adriana my next cycle. Then in July of '06, I went to se an RE in Aurora. Nice old man, but he took my blood tests, informed me that they were perfectly normal and that I should try going on South Beach for six months and I should be able to conceive naturally. Adri is now 13 months old, and we've been trying for #2 since October with no success. Dr weary gave me some Clomid at the end of September to take for October, but that didn't take. And with our insurance switching from Colorado Springs Kaiser to Denver Kaiser, we just decided to start over with new doctors. I went to just my regular endocrinologist. He said I should see their reproductive endocrinologist. He didn't really do anything more—no contact number or anything. So I just made an appointment with an OB/GYN, because the nurse making the appointment said he'd be comfortable treating PCOS. When I went in last week to see him, he also said that I should see the RE too, but HE gave me a phone number. So I made an appointment for today. SUCH a better experience than the last RE we went to see. He put me back on Metformin, but at a higher dosage, to see if that will help with the insulin resistance and other symptoms. Then he did an ultrasound to make sure that my ovaries were in good enough shape (not all huge and fluid filled) to withstand more Clomid in a couple of months. He walked me through was was on hte ultrasound. He got to my ovaries, and low and behold—wouldn't you know it??? THERE WERE CYSTS!!!! A perfect little "string of pearls" just like the textbooks show. Hmmm...I wonder how THOSE got there?!?!?!?!?!? Sorry for all the gloating, but I feel QUITE a sense of accomplishment right now. I've been telling doctors since 1994 that something was wrong with me. All of a sudden bleeding for three months at a time and gaining almost 50 pounds in 8 months (even though I was walking EVERYWHERE) just can't be normal!!!! So now I have an official diagnosis—confirmed by a doctor and a plan to get better...or at least get pregnant. I've finally been heard!!!!!

posted by Brandi at 2:16 PM