— You have a very voluminous cystic formation that seems to start from the right ovary area. Contains a large amount of liquid and presses on the surrounding organs.
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Is it cancer? Daniel asked immediately.
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We can’t say that based on the images. Some such formations are benign, others can be malignant. We need surgical evaluation and pathological examination.
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I looked at my belly.
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For six months I had told myself it was only old age.
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In reality, something had grown in my body that should have been investigated long before.
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I was hospitalized for investigations and training of the intervention. Surgeons discussed with me the risks of the operation, taking into account my overall age and condition.
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The night before the intervention, Daniel came up with a bag of old photos.
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I found them in my dad’s drawer.
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Among them was a photo from our wedding.
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Robert was twenty-four, and I was twenty-two. We stood in front of the church, holding hands.
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Daniel placed the photo on the bedside table.
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Mom, can I ask you something?
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Of course.
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Would you really want another child?
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I watched the photo for a long time.
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No, Daniel. I loved your father, but I didn’t want to be a mother anymore. I went to the consultation because he was pushing. If he didn’t die, I should have told him what I wanted.
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Daniel remained silent.
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“I think sometimes I’ve confused love with the obligation not to disappoint him,” I added.
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The next day I was operated on.
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The intervention took several hours. Surgeons removed the formation, which had reached impressive dimensions.
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When I woke up in intensive care, the first face I saw was Daniel’s.
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“Mom, the surgery is over. Doctors say you’ve been through it well.
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I tried to smile.
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And the belly?
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It’s not like it anymore.
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He laughed slightly, but his eyes were red.
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The result of the pathological examination came a few days later.
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The formation was benign
