So November 27, 2014 was the last, first day of my cycle. When I hadn't had a period by the new year, I actually panicked and thought I might be pregnant. I wanted to have another kid but wow, that was fast and were we really ready? Ten or so tests over the next few weeks confirmed that I wasn't.
At the beginning of February 2015, I had missed two periods but wasn't overly concerned. I knew my hormones could be messed up and that my thyroid was a gatekeeper. I saw my endocrinologist and OB/gyn since it was well woman's time. Both ordered almost identical blood work, so I got them filled at the same time. I knew they were testing my thyroid and some hormones but didn't know which ones (estrogen, I assume) or what they could mean.
I got the phone call one afternoon in late February. That's right, I got a phone call. My endocronologist called and said that my FSH was high and she was sorry because she knew I wanted to have more kids. Excuse me, say what?! She made a couple decrees about reproduction not being her specialty and I should see my OB, but she had seen autoimmune diseases travel in pairs and do similar things. I was post menopausal. Huh?! Still confused.
I got off the phone and cried to my husband that I couldn't have kids and was in menopause. I had no idea what I was talking about but just regurgitated the phone call. He told me to calm down--stop googling--and make an appointment with my OB.
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