You think you’ve made the most difficult decision in your life until you have yet another to make. Little did I know, there would be a much more difficult decision to make.
My second pregnancy was like my first, spontaneous, unplanned and I was yet unmarried but I had a fiance. Something was different this time, my abdomen kept increasing in geometric proportion with each passing day, yet I was losing weight as I could not stomach anything. All ingested food came out in almost an unmetabolised version. This called for alarm.
The visit to the doctor was short. It would have possibly been unmemorable, save for the news that I had ‘four’ nurturing inside of me. It seemed I was blessed or ‘accursed’ with still increasing number of gestation. ”Three fetuses and an ovarian cyst,” the doctor said nonchalantly. What exactly does he mean by fetuses and ovarian cyst? ‘Dear me, fetus is a baby, I remember from the tormentful biology class I had some years back.’ ”Ovarian cyst,” that I will have to find out.”
The visit to another doctor was enlightening, yet frightening. His words offered just a glimmer of hope. Online searches spelt doom. What my education on ovarian cyst provided was that it’s a sac filled with liquid or semiliquid material that arises in the ovary. Some women feel pain in the lower part of their abdomen, but I didn’t. What scared me most in the articles I read was that some ovarian cysts may actually be cancerous.
I did not know how to deal with this news but one thing was for certain, I was determined to keep my babies if it meant losing my life in the process. Then, the vomiting became worse, and I started feeling cramps in my abdomen but I was still unshaken in my resolve. Until one morning, some days afterward, I woke up and noticed some spotting in my underwear. My fear seemed to have come to life.
Ovary; is the part of the female reproductive organ that produces the egg which is fertilised by the sperm.