About Jenny

As a woman in my thirties, I’m sure it comes as no surprise that along with the many things I’ve accomplished so far in my life, there have also been quite a few that I’ve given up on. I married Jason in 2003 when I was 24 years old. I assumed and planned on being pregnant with our first child within two years. It didn’t happen. Instead, two months before our second anniversary, I found out that I had PCOS (Poly-cycstic Ovarian Syndrome). Without going into a long medical diatribe on what the syndrome is and how it affects me, suffice it to say that it makes getting pregnant quite difficult. It also makes it really easy to put on weight, plus makes it very tricky to lose weight. My symptoms can go down if I lose the weight, but the weight itself is a symptom. Talk about a double-edged sword!

Over the last five years, my condition has basically gone untreated (another long story) and I have finally decided that I couldn’t go on being broken. I had felt abandoned by the medical community, so it was a big hurdle for me to seek help again. I think I’ve finally found a doctor that isn’t going to just slap a band-aid on my main issues and ignore the rest of what’s wrong with me. It’s very encouraging.

And of course the first thing she wants me to address is my weight. I was a smart wife and took Jason along for the consultation. She looked at both of us and said, “Your obesity is a disease and we need to treat it first.” Not by itself of course. She’s not waiting the year for me to lose weight before helping me take care of some of my other symptoms. But that’s what she wants from us. At least a year of making a plan and sticking to it. This we can do.

I don’t know if after so many years we’ll decide to try again for a family. Part of me doesn’t want to reopen that wound. It hurts to try and fail. The good thing is I don’t have to make that decision yet. I have a year to focus on being as healthy as I can be before thinking about that part. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy snuggles from my furry little baby-girl, Daisey – a half Jack Russell, half Border Collie bundle of energy!


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