Hubby and I have been married 5 years. Prior to meeting him I had a funny menstrual cycle. I could go months without seeing my period but I preferred it to the 3days wailing and moaning I went through anytime it reared its head.
When I wasn’t getting pregnant 6months into marriage, we decided to see a gynaecologist. The doctor diagnosed me with PCOS and just threw in so many fertility drugs.
Within two months I was twice my size. Then came the mood swings, unending tiredness, frequent bloats that made you look 6months pregnant and inability to work under any circumstance. I begged my husband to change hospitals as the doctor won’t say much to me during scans except give me drugs. I needed an explanation as to what exactly was going on in me and what my chances were. He agreed and we moved on to Doctor No.2.
Doctor 2 without making me run any tests, just threw in same drugs plus new ones based on my word of mouth diagnosis from Doctor No.1 She was even worse as I could only see her every other month. Then came doctor no. 3 and 4. I was worn out. We were both exhausted. A friend from church suggested her doctor who had helped deliver her baby and told me about how good he was/is. So I convinced hubby and we made our first appointment. I was made to run a series of tests and my doctor blatantly told me I had no traces of PCOS. I mean I’ve been on meds for solid two years just because of misdiagnosis! What I was suffering from was ENDOMETRIOSIS.
My whole world came crushing down. Through the back and forth and stress, my doctor decided I needed surgery when my left leg couldn’t walk for close to three months. It was at a fatal point when my doctor discovered I had blood clots all over my womb and intestines but God came through. After surgery wasn’t easy. I developed a heart condition and depression so I was referred to the cardiothoracic centre as well the psychiatric ward for further help.
This journey hasn’t been easy. Hubby and I lost so much of our savings. We fought so many times when we both got frustrated. I asked for a divorce so he could move on and have kids. He stayed. I pushed him away many times but he stayed. Sometimes I feel lucky and other times I feel cursed. I question myself and God several times in a day and wonder how different my life would’ve been with kids. I eventually learnt the hard way when I survived a suicide attempt. I’m in a much better place now. I’m happier and healthier and it’s important we live our lives to the fullest regardless of what we have or not. Hubby and I are more calm now and enjoying each other better.
My advice to other trying women is to live life and enjoy now.