Last night..in my medical terminology class, presentations were due. Our presentations could have been on anything, cancer, heart attackes, TB, malnutrition...anything. Initially I chose RA as my mom suffers from RA and I didn't really know anything about...anything else..
Well, right after my PCOS diagnosis I switched my topic asap and then almost without realizing I had switched it, I remember thinking to myself...whaaaa? What was I thinking? I was still on my own learning a lot about PCOS and while my husband and I have told several people we are close with about my diagnosis so that they can keep us in prayer...this presentation was going to be infront of a bunch of strangers so to speak. Yes they were my classmates but no one talked to anyone else. We come. Take our quiz. Turn in our article. Take notes. Leave. My intent was then to educate on PCOS and I decided there was no real reason why I had to let them know this was something I have...
Well, almost as soon as I decided that, my professor shouts, "Kristina, you're up!" Now, I am totally fine with public speaking..I've never felt like that's been an issue for me..but I couldn't help but feel a tad nervous...but why? Well, to make a long story longer :) I was working through my presentation and then without noticing I started explaining everything about PCOS...and it didn't stop there. I told them how I was diagnosed, what MY symptoms were etc..OH MY GOSH. What a maroon....
But you know what...I did it in a very calm, informative only way...and when they had questions I felt so "okay" with answering them. After all the presentations were done and we had a break, my teacher and a few classmates thanked me for being so open during the presentation. They learned a lot and were sorry for having to deal with infertility...one girl said her cousin is dealing with endometriosis and she understands how hard that can be to deal with and even talk about so she was really appreciative. It brings comfort sometimes...knowing you are not alone. And even though in that class room I was alone-in the sense that I was the only one who could relate to what I was talking about-I didn't feel alone...they were all there for me...these strangers...it was well worth setting aside my fears to share. If I can help educate some people on this struggle and bring awareness, support or just knowledge...it's well worth it. ;) -K
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