This 52-year-old woman was rushed to the hospital, and what the doctors discovered in her stomach shocked them to their bones. Martha sat nervously in the hospital waiting room, her hands shaking with anxiety.
It felt like the walls of the room were closing in on her, and her mind ran wildly with worry. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the doctor’s report would bring bad news for her, maybe even a terminal diagnosis. “You can’t escape this,” a voice in her head whispered, filling her with dread.
Finally, the door swung open, and the doctor entered the room with a serious expression on his face. Martha’s heart raced as the doctor handed her an envelope containing her test results. With trembling hands, she took it and forced herself to open it. Her eyes scanned the words on the paper, and her breath caught in her throat. The shock on her face was clear as the results slipped from her hand and fluttered to the ground. This was how it all began for Martha Stevens, a 52-year-old school principal who had no idea that her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
Martha had always been a strong and independent woman. As the principal of a local school, she was respected by her students and colleagues alike. But lately, something had been very wrong. She had been experiencing frequent dizzy spells that left her feeling disoriented and weak. One morning while driving to school, the dizziness had become so overwhelming that she nearly crashed the car. She had to pull over to the side of the road. Her heart racing, concerned for her well-being, Martha’s husband Robert insisted she see a doctor. To him, she probably was just stressed with work. But Martha couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
Martha felt anxious as she sat in the doctor’s office that morning. She had just undergone a series of tests and examinations and was waiting for the doctor’s report. When the doctor handed her the file, she could see that her results were indeed concerning. The doctor kindly recommended that she see a gynecologist to rule out any potential issues. Martha left the office feeling even more anxious. She couldn’t help but worry about what the gynecologist might find. She was way past her menopause already, so it couldn’t be that.
A week later, Martha found herself sitting in the gynecologist’s office. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, listened attentively as Martha described her symptoms. After a thorough examination, the doctor delivered her diagnosis: Martha had uterine fibroids. Her heart skipped a beat. She had heard of fibroids before, but her mind raced to a darker possibility: cancer. The word echoed in her mind, triggering memories of her sister’s battle with cervical cancer. Her sister had lost that battle, and the trauma of it still haunted Martha.
As the doctor explained the treatment options for the fibroids, Martha’s thoughts wandered. She was convinced that it wasn’t just a harmless growth. The symptoms she had been experiencing seemed far too serious for something like fibroids. Returning home, Martha couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. She spent hours researching uterine cancer symptoms, her heart sinking with each matching symptom she found. The bleeding she experienced over the next two weeks felt like a confirmation of her worst fears.
With each passing day, Martha’s anxiety grew, consumed by her belief that she was running out of time. She resigned from her position as a school principal, leaving her colleagues and students baffled. Her recent behavior puzzled Robert; he watched as his once strong wife slowly became a shadow of her former self. She didn’t understand why she was giving up her job and her life so quickly. One day, he couldn’t take it anymore and asked her what was going on. Martha turned to him with tears in her eyes and said, “I think I have cancer.”
Robert was taken aback. He told her that she couldn’t jump to conclusions like that. He insisted that she needed to see more doctors and get more opinions. But Martha brushed off his suggestion. She had seen the signs before in her sister’s battle with cancer. She believed that nothing would help her and didn’t want to waste her limited time on futile attempts. The weight of her fear pressed down on her, and she couldn’t escape the feeling that her time was running out.
Little did Martha know that twists of fate lay ahead, revealing an astonishing truth that would change her life forever. In a surprising turn of events, Martha secretly went to confession and received communion. She wanted to have all her sins forgiven so she could make it to Heaven. Martha knew that she didn’t have much time left, so she decided to take care of her burial arrangements without her husband’s knowledge. She bought a loose dress, a beautiful robe, and comfortable slippers for her funeral. She hid them neatly on a shelf with her linens. She didn’t care about fashion, but she wanted to be comfortable in her final resting place.
She also moved from the marital bedroom to the couch in the living room. She told Robert that her growing belly needed more space, but he didn’t understand. He thought she was trying to distance herself from him, but she was just preparing him for the future ahead. She knew that Robert would be lost without her, so she wanted him to start getting used to her absence.
Martha visited the cemetery and cleared a spot near her mother’s grave. She arranged with the burial office and ordered a monument for herself. She even picked out a photo for the plaque. She kept everything she had bought in the garage and planned to tell Robert all about it at a later date. All these funeral preparations helped her to temporarily forget about her illness. The nausea subsided, and the exhausting dizziness stopped. She felt like she could live and smile again, but the growing belly scared her, and her limbs started twitching.
Some weeks later, Martha was meticulously preparing dinner in the kitchen when she suddenly felt a very sharp pain in her abdomen. She gasped and clutched her stomach, her head spinning. The plates she held fell from her hands, and she passed out. Robert rushed to her side and called 9-1-1. An ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital.
When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find a doctor looming over her. The doctor removed the cold round piece of a stethoscope from her belly with a smile and asked, “How many months, ma’am?” Martha panicked, bit her lip in anxiety. How many months was he making fun of her, Martha wondered? She immediately got very upset and aggressive. She began hitting her belly and then she told Robert to take her away from the hospital so she could go home and die. The nurses quickly ushered the anxious Robert out of the ward.
Meanwhile, the doctor administered a sedative injection to help her relax and reduce her anxiety. She drifted into a peaceful sleep. When she woke up this time, she was in another hospital room. This time, two different physicians, Dr. Thompson and Dr. Patel, walked into the room with meticulous care. Dr. Patel revealed Martha’s medical history. He ordered another series of tests, including the all-revealing ultrasound.
The room was hushed as the images flickered on the screen. A collective gasp swept through the room, exchanged glances conveying disbelief as Martha gazed at the nurse’s incredulous expression. Hope began to flutter in her chest like a fragile bird taking flight. The doctors were extremely shocked when they found this in the stomach of an elderly woman like Martha. A fibroid was present, yes, but it wasn’t the source of Martha’s distress. The ultrasound had uncovered something unexpected: Martha was pregnant, six months pregnant. New life. The word hung in the air, a stark contrast to the grim expectations she had carried.
Martha and Robert couldn’t believe it. They had had a son before, but that was many years ago, and he had died in a home accident before he was even seven. Since then, Martha had been unable to conceive, and they had given up hope. Tears filled Martha’s eyes as the weight of the news sank in. She glanced at Robert, his expression a mixture of astonishment and joy. Neither of them could believe they were going to be parents again. They were thrilled.
In the end, just three months later, Martha gave birth effortlessly to a beautiful baby girl. Robert was so happy to see his daughter that he nearly fainted out of excitement. Martha was overjoyed, and now she knew she didn’t need to prepare for a funeral. Instead, new life had come into their family again.