After being diagnosed with pcos in October 2014, my husband and I decided that we would try the old “relax and see what happens” method. Needless to say it didn’t work out for us.
In February 2016, I was put back onto birth control to try and regulate my non existent cycles. It. Was. Hell. It was like being a 25 year old in a teenagers body. Ugh.
After doing a lot of research, I told my doctor I wanted to give metformin a go. She admitted she didn’t have much experience with pcos but agreed it was worth a shot.
In June, I swapped my birth control for what many women describe as a “miracle cure “.
I had myself convinced that June was our month. Every twinge and bubble meant something. On day fifty of my cycle I woke up in agony. Off to emergency we go, and after six hours of waiting, I was told I had an ovarian cyst “the size of a mandarin”.
Back at the doctors, and we both came to the same conclusion. Whether the metformin caused the cyst or not, it wasn’t worth risking it again.
Back to square one.