When, “according to her calculations,” the ninth month arrived, Larisa finally decided to book an appointment with a gynecologist to learn how the delivery would go. The gynecologist became worried the moment he saw her age in the file. But when he began the examination, his face instantly turned pale at what he saw on the screen 😨😱 Continuation in the
He stepped back from the examination chair and said in a low, heavy voice:
“Ma’am… you’re not pregnant.”
“What do you mean, not pregnant? And the tests? And my belly? And the movements?”
“Your ‘gastroenterologist’ was mistaken. The test gave a false positive. Inside you… there is a huge tumor.”
“What tumor?..”
“Ma’am, you have an ovarian tumor the size of a full-term baby. That’s what has been growing all these months. That’s what caused the ‘movements.’ And that’s what is causing your pain. The tumor has already metastasized. This is a critical condition. You need emergency surgery, chemotherapy… and we have almost no time.”
The woman turned pale, the world blurred before her eyes. She remembered how she had laughed, how she had knitted baby socks, how she had stroked her belly thinking a new life was growing inside… while all this time, death had been growing there instead.
“If you had come immediately,” the doctor said quietly, “we could have removed the tumor. You could have lived many more years in peace. But you lost precious months.”
Larisa covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. She understood the terrible mistake she had made — believing in a miracle, refusing to check the truth, avoiding doctors.
Now she was no longer fighting for a child that never existed… but for her own life.
