At 80, my belly had grown so much that doctors were left shocked

I opened my eyes and watched Daniel.s. ↓
Your father whispered.
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My son took a step back.
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• • Do you want to?
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    “The secret has something to do with your father. But not in the way you think.
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    The doctor looked at us one at a time.
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    “Mrs. Margaret, before we talk about the past, we need to clarify something. We don’t have a pregnancy confirmation. Ultrasound shows a very large abdominal formation with an unusual appearance. We need a CT exam and additional analysis.
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    Daniel sat next to me.
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    “Mom, what does my father have to do with all this?”
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    I felt I couldn’t put off the truth anymore.
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    “Three days before he died, your father took me to a private medical office in Bucharest.
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    Daniel frowned upon himself.
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    Why?
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    “Because he wanted us to have another child.
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    My son was left with his mouth ajar.
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• • Sixty-eight years old?
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    I’ve gone out of my head.
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    Robert always wanted a large family. After the children had grown up and left home, loneliness weighed more than he recognized.
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    In recent years he began to talk about modern medical procedures, assisted fertilization, and women who had become mothers in old age.
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    I always told him that we already have a beautiful family.
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    But he was still looking for information.
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    Three days before he died, he was convinced of me to go to a consultation.
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    The doctor had explained that a pregnancy at my age would involve extraordinary medical risks and that he did not recommend such a procedure.
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    I hadn’t started any treatment.
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    Then Robert had a heart attack and died.
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    I’d never talked to anyone about that visit.
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    Why did you hide this from us? Daniel asked me.
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    Because I was ashamed. I was afraid you’d think we’d lose our minds.
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    The doctor intervened gently.
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    “I understand why this memory disturbs you. But the consultation of twelve years ago cannot explain for itself what we see today. We need to know what the party is.
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    That afternoon I did the tomography.
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    Daniel stayed beside me, holding my hand in the waiting room.
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    When the doctor came back with the results, his expression was serious.
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    Mrs. Margaret, you are not pregnant.
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    I felt such a great relief that I almost started laughing.
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    But the doctor continued:
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    — 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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