I’m 18 and sitting in the doctor’s office as the barrage of results come in.
Blood tests: close to normal hormonal levels. Ultrasound: healthy ovaries. The diagnosis? “Polycystic ovarian syndrome.” The doctor says it with a dismissive wave of her hand, “very common.”
I give back a blank stare. I’m not impressed with a doctor pulling together wordy names for diseases my body doesn’t exhibit signs of.
Guenevere Neufeld 