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PCOS.  For the past five years or so I have been struggling with depression, weight gain, irregular periods.  I also had a huge ovarian cyst removed in the midst of all that.  Last year, I was able, by the grace of God to stop use and need of medication for depression.  I moved to our new town and decided that it was time to try once again to see if I could get this whole thing figured out. 
My doctor looked at the blood tests that I had done in the past and ordered another fasting glucose test.  Once she got all the information back, she said it was all normal.  BUT one of the ratios was not what one would expect.  Meaning that even though all my blood work came back in normal ranges, if you looked closely it wasn't in the proper portion to something else going on.  That's the kind of tricky body I have. 
She prescribed a medication for PCOS based on what she saw.  I thought it was a shot in the dark, even though I am a living breathing model of the symptoms.  I swear to you, they could put my picture on webMD under the PCOS file and have a little bubble and line pointing to the symptoms.  The reason I thought it was a shot in the dark is because I had a large cyst removed and in the course of that, my previous doctor looked at my ovaries while they were in her hands (kind of gross to think about actually) and she said they were healthy looking
I started the meds, with little to no hope that they would do anything.  But here I am, just shy of two months on the medication and I appear to be having a regular cycle.  I'm hoping this will lead to the reduction of some of the other less fortunate things that go along with PCOS, but only time will tell. 

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