It's taken me 15 years, 6 doctors, innumerable attempts at medication, and 1 surgery, but I'm finally ready to claim an important victory in my prolactinoma battle.

My 2-week old baby is sleeping next to me as I write this, and I marvel how just a year ago I wondered if I'd ever be able to get pregnant. I was terrified that my prolactinoma meant that I'd never be a mom, and my baby seems that much more a miracle because of it.

I write this to encourage everyone to keep up the good fight! I've been dealing with prolactinoma for my entire adult life, and there were no easy solutions for me. It took a lot of perseverance, and the strength to change doctors when necessary, but it was all worth it. We all wish there were immediate fixes to our condition, but don't be too discouraged when it takes awhile to figure it out. I have faith that there is a solution out there for all of us.

My prolactinoma experience has certainly been a marathon, not a sprint, and who knows if I'm even at the finish line? But just one coo from my little girl reminds me that all those years of frustration, fear, the risk of surgery were totally worth it.