A 66-year-old woman went to the gynecologist claiming she was nine months pregnant — but when the doctor examined her, he was horrified by what he saw

A 66-year-old woman went to the gynecologist claiming she was nine months pregnant — but when the doctor examined her, he was horrified by what he saw 

66-year-old Larisa went to the doctor when the pain became unbearable. At first, she thought it was just her stomach acting up, her age, her nerves, ordinary bloating. She even laughed, saying she probably ate too much bread and that’s why her belly felt so swollen. But the tests the therapist ran changed everything.

“Ma’am…” — the doctor looked at the results again. “This may sound strange, but the tests indicate pregnancy.”
“What? I’m sixty-six!”
“Miracles do happen. But you should see a gynecologist.”

She walked out of the office in complete shock, but deep inside… she believed it. She already had three children, and when her belly began to grow, she convinced herself that her body was giving her a “late miracle.” She felt heaviness, sometimes even something that felt like movement — and that only strengthened her belief.

She didn’t go to the gynecologist. She told herself: “Why? I’m a mother of three children, I know everything. When the time comes — I’ll go give birth.”

Month after month, her belly grew larger. The neighbors were stunned, and she smiled, saying “God decided to give her a miracle.” She knitted tiny socks, chose baby names, and even bought a small crib.

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 first comment 

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.”

Larisa froze.

“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.