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Back in the early 1990s, I really wanted to have a baby. My then husband and I went to a new OB-GYN to discuss getting pregnant. The male doctor took one look at me and without examining me, he told me that my problem was that I was diabetic, had high blood pressure, and that my breasts were full of fibroids. I was shocked. Yes, I was overweight, but everything he insisted was wrong with me was incorrect. I had always been active. I played softball and golf, I exercised, rode my bike and more. My blood pressure was always fine, and I had actually always struggled with being hypoglycemic (low blood sugar). Also, I had no fibroid nodules in my breasts.
The doctor did not examine me that day, but he did send me to have lab work done. He scheduled me to come back in a week. Although I was upset with my first visit, I went back because I was told he was the "best" in our area. When I came back in, he sent in his PA to talk to me. She never told me what the results of my labs were, except to tell me I was pregnant. We left that day, excited with the news and with an appointment to come back for more labs in two weeks.
Three days later, I had some of the worst cramps I had ever experienced and I started bleeding. I went back to the doctor and was told I had miscarried. (I already knew that.) His PA then came in and she told me that the blood tests I had done in their office several days earlier showed my HCG level was very low. She actually told me that she expected me to miscarry but did not want to tell me that. All the while she was talking to me, the doctor stood there saying nothing. When the PA finished talking to me, the doctor spoke up and said, "You're young. You need to lose some weight and try again."
At this point, I was very emotional and I asked that doctor why losing weight was always the answer to every question. He stunned me my telling me that overweight people should not have babies because they just end up being overweight adults. I stood up, grabbed my purse and headed for the door. The doctor told his PA to glove up and remove the paper from the table I had been sitting on. It was covered in blood. He then told me that I needed to go home, relax for several days, then go on a diet. He said I should come back when I was thinner. Not knowing how to react, I asked him how long it should take for my bleeding to subside. He turned around and walked by me. I never did receive an answer!
Epilogue: I never returned to that worthless doctor. I did get pregnant again. I had 14 miscarriages and was eventually told that I had PCOS and Lupus. My one daughter, Kat is my miracle. I eventually divorced that abusive, worthless husband and married my soulmate. I am blessed and I am happy. The doctor on the other hand, I'm not sure he ever knew what happy was!