Who's to say part 1: I can't add any more weight!?

Who's to say? I remember that thought running in my mind throughout that day.

'So this means you have to lose some weight

Eat healthy

Reduce unhealthy carbohydrates

Exercise

Am sure if you google you will get more of what needs to be done.'

said the Doctor

'Okay okay Kasanda we got this, it doesn't seem hard

I mean...it doesn't seem hard...right?

...my internal monologue as l sat there looking at the Doctor as he tried to explain my scans to me. Radiology is definitely an interesting course! Just from how one would look at an imaging/scan and say enlarged liver for example and all the rest of us see is pure blackness. Kudos to the medics who study for that tirelessly. Funny thing that am embarrassed to say...i did a unit in Radiology but up to now l don't get how i passed it, and frankly I passed it well with a score of 80%. I guess it was a case of this unit is compulsory and l don't know why am doing it but since l am l better pass it.

Total weight loss since diagnosis: 5kg

Yes indeed! I lost 5kg while on lockdown and working from home. Hooray l was so happy with myself that l knew all that was remaining was a smooth sail.

I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), a condition that occurs when cysts grow externally on both ovaries leading to missed periods, infertility, acne, excess hair growth and in some cases ovarian cancer. I read into PCOS after the visit from the Doctor and noted down key factors that l needed to ensure l adhere to. At the corner of my book i remember writing 'Lifelong? Who's to say.' With every information at hand that l needed, l decided it was time to tell my dearest mum.

' Mum, goodnews! Am not pregnant, l just have pcos.' Y'all know African moms! I was 24 years at the time of diagnosis. So l explained to mum as the Doctor said and told her that it was high time l cut down and lose some weight. And losing weight l did...but it wasn't an easy sail.

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