I sat in stunned silence staring at the ER doctor trying to process what she had just said. I was in an auto accident ― a distracted driver ran a red light on a clear, sunny day at 12:15 in the afternoon. I went to the emergency room with minor injuries seeking reassurance they weren’t major injuries. I had a CT scan, a couple of X-rays, and I peed in a cup. The doctor had just disclosed the results to me: concussion, contusions, cuts, oh, and I’m pregnant.
Panic set in. I did what any Floridian would do in an emergency: I went straight to Publix. I bought a twin pack of pregnancy tests and went home. Both of them were negative. It must have been cross-contamination, I told myself. But I go for the blood test anyway. This is no time to be sloppy. Amazingly, the doctor was still not 100% willing to state I’m not pregnant ― he gave it a 99.8%. Even as he was discussing the levels of hormones they detected, I know for a fact that I’m not. They would be detecting a pregnancy that is just hours or days old, so unless I was drugged and raped, it’s something else ― most likely ovarian cancer.
Blame the rockafellers they created it.
You can't regulate cancer or care. Most of the worst can't even be correctly diagnosed as to how advanced until surgical procedures. Doctors and care givers can't be blamed for that.
Very raw and honest story. Thanks for sharing.
Why are you posting this BS? It’s just a plain lie. No one in their right mind would choose cancer, especially as bad as ovarian. Looks like the author tried to make cheap bucks, after all, nobody would publish her, unless she would come up with something super-“original.”
… there is so much wrong with this. I don’t even know where to begin …
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