I just created a blog with the URL 30 and Menopause. A week ago I would have never have used those words to describe me. Fun, shopaholic, fitness, food, wine, any of those words I could have foreseen. Menopause? No. Yet, here I am. Apparently, post menopausal.
From the beginning. My husband (Aaron) and I started trying 2 years ago (age 28). For the first year I never or rarely had a period. Aaron told me to just relax. My OB said its not uncommon and that I should wait a year before seeing a specialist (blood tests showed nothing unusual). I knew something was wrong, but since I was in the 'not-not trying camp' I didn't feel the need to be proactive. Fast forward a year and I visited my first RE. She told me it could most likely be blamed on my running. I still wasn't 'ready' for a child and I certainly wasn't ready to undergo extensive fertility treatments, so we waited another year. I turned 30. I finally accepted that I'd never be 'ready' and proceeded to my RE, ready to take the plunge this time.
Then Christmas Eve came, four weeks after I first set foot in the RE's office. The diagnosis, premature menopause/primary ovarian failure. I became numb as she spoke. She told me she didn't believe the numbers. I hope she's right but in my heart of hearts I feel like they are correct. The numbers that define me now:
FSH 130.6
LH: 60.2
Estradiol: 10.5
All of these number are in the post menopausal range. They are retesting today and sending blood to two different labs. This morning I noticed a change in procedure, they asked me to verify the label on the vial of blood. Maybe there was a mix up. Maybe. I find out at 3:30 pm today.
EDIT: I should note first, that I am not a great writer. I started this blog as a way for me to sort through my feelings as I proceed through my infertility journey. So far, I've found it to be very therapeutic.
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