Hi, PCOS Queens! I’m Regina.
In 2021, I went to a doctor for a routine doctor’s appointment after a series of blood tests I’d had check my iron levels. I was so fatigued all the time, it had to my iron levels, right?! Wrong. That’s when I was disagnosed with PCOS. A month later, I was hit with a diabetes diagnosis.
Despite all the years I’ve spent eating healthy, consciously thinking about how much I eat, and when; it wasn’t not enough to put a stop to my shitty genetics. My father suffered all his life with both types of diabetes, and watching him stab himself with needles three times a day to manage his insulin levels left a lasting effect.
And as a wog, the idea of having children, and plenty of them, is all I’ve ever wanted, and dreamed of; made that much harder by these two new conditions, I’m finding it harder than ever to stay positive about the future, and what it will bring. There’s been far too many knocks, in such a short amount of time.
The idea of adding another handful of symptoms to an already overflowing cup, well, it’s left me emotionally exhausted.
But there’s no time for that, with more pricking and prodding on the way, and with it, I pray, a spoonful of hope…