Soul Cysters

I remember one of my favorite Bible verses when I was in grade school:

"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born in adversity". - Proverbs 17:17

Having fertility issues can be very depressing, and quite a lot of times has left me feeling alone. I thank God for a very emotionally stable husband. He's been my source of strength whenever I see that single pink line in the countless pregnancy tests I used. He always reminds me of the wonderful plans that God has for us, and that his love for me is not based on my ability to bear him a child. There was a time though when I felt like he doesn't care about the struggles I've been going through. But he assured me that it's just his way to cope with the situation and he feels the hurt I feel. He's just really good in hiding and masking his emotions. Beneath those facial hair is a guy who yearns to hold a baby in his arms. His niece, Sera is a testament to that. :)

One reason, I think, why he can't fully relate with the feelings I have is simply because he's not experiencing it physically. I'm not discounting his role in procreating, but it's not his ovaries that are problematic (he doesn't have ovaries to begin with, so...). He's not the one who has to pee in a cup and wait anxiously for another line to show up in the test strip. He doesn't have to get poked with needles and probing instruments, and take fertility medicines and experience its side effects. And I totally get that he might not fully get it.

It's okay.

You see, One of the wonderful things I got out of this TTC journey is the support and love of my friends. It's good to be married to an amazingly awesome husband (I can go on and on about how much I love and adore this guy). But God in His infinite wisdom knows that I need other people who can go with me through my PCOS battle.

And last year He gave me just that.

I'm not very vocal about my struggles with PCOS. In fact, it's only now that i'm opening my heart to the cyber world by starting this blog. But I think I've posted some stuff on facebook about my problematic ovaries. And that's when Joy and i started talking about it. 

Joy is my former trainer in one of the korean companies I used to work for. We weren't close then. She left for Singapore and I transferred to another company. Then we got the chance to work with each other again. But she arrived in that company a couple of months (maybe) before I resigned.

I got married, then when it was her turn to get married we exchanged messages about her wedding preparation.

Then PCOS happened to both of us. We kind of bonded over it, sharing with each other our struggles and disappointments. It dawned on us that we actually have a lot of things in common aside from our problematic ovaries. So last year, Joy came up with the idea of putting up a blog where we'll both be writers sharing our insights and experiences about married life. I should actually start writing there again.

Just last month I received an exciting news from her. She's already pregnant! Talk about hope! And kicking PCOS in the butt!!!

Black and Yellow! Hurray for the Bees! - Meeting with her after she broke the good news. :) 

What I actually love about her is that even thought we're not in the same boat anymore she continues to support me and check on me from time to time, giving me tips and suggestions on how to get preggo. I bet she'll be a really good mom. :) You can read all about her story here.

See, PCOS is not all that bad. Being in this situation  really sucks, and I would never wish this on someone else, not even my worstest enemy (if I have one). But all the pain and frustration brought along friendship and love. And yes, that's me kicking infertility in the butt!