After I finished my 3rd cycle of IVF, now a distant 2 years ago, I dealt with my grief, talked about it with a therapist and moved on. Dumpling came and I absolutely knew this was my path to motherhood. I would never again revisit fertility issues.
This morning, I find myself going back to Google-university looking for anything I can find on Poly-cystic Ovary Syndrome. Because you see, 2 years after the last shot, 4 years after beginning our attempts at parenthood, I finally know what is wrong with me.
After my last IVF cycle, I never got a period again. At first, it was great, I mean, who wants to deal with that every month anyways. But then, I got concerned. So off I went to the GP, who sent me to the menopause clinic. Early menopause they said. I started HRT patches. At 34 years of age. It was a bit scary, but I was so busy being a new mom (I think I got my first patch the week I left for China), that I didn't really care. Except after about 3 months, my periods were now so long and strong, I found myself bedridden for days at a time. Back to the menopause clinic, new HRT regimen, this time to stop my periods on purpose. But the cramps and other side effects were worst than anything else, so the doctor mentioned a hysterectomy. Sure, whatever, I mean, I'm not using my uterus anyways. But when I actually thought about it, I decided I wanted to find out more, so I stopped everything and let me body take over for a while, to see what would happen. Back to weird, very irregular, infrequent periods.
So my GP made an interesting suggestion: go old school. She sent me to see a semi-retired OB-GYN who no longer did surgeries. So if a hysterectomy was warranted, he would help me figure it out but then refer me to someone else to do it. Presumable, his judgment wouldn't be clouded by his desire to operate, as I suspect the other doctor might have been.
2 weeks to the day after I first met Dr. Old School, after every test imaginable, including our favorite: the cooch-cam, and enough blood test to qualify for vampire status, he put it very simply to me: PCOS, poly-cystic ovaries syndrome. He was baffled as to why no one else had every thought of it, suspected it or investigated the possibilities. Because of my severe weight loss a few years back, I guess some of the usual symptoms were masked. But he really felt it was quite obvious. He also felt that we should never have done our third IVF cycle. That under the circumstances, it had no chance what-so-ever of succeeding and that I put my body through hell for nothing.
Now I am pissed. Because it seems, at least according to him, that I should have know about this a long time ago. That the IVF clinic got so interested in the genetic testing side of our fertility issues that they completely ignored me and my body. It's not like I can do anything about it now, and I for sure wouldn't change anything that's happened because Dumpling is the bomb, and if Sprout ever finds her way to us, I'm sure she'll be equally as fabulous, but right now, I'm bitter and angry. What a way to start a weekend of festivities!!!