“What was your gynecologist thinking?!” the doctors shouted during the delivery of a 56-year-old woman. And when they saw who she gave birth to, they were simply speechless

“Oh, Lord, what’s happening to me?” Claudia Mikhailovna exclaimed, barely straightening up after planting seedlings in the garden. “Ouch!” the 56-year-old woman cried out again, writhing in pain in her lower abdomen between the garden beds. Catching her breath after another wave of pain, she thought in horror.

“This has never happened before. That’s it. I’m dying. But I want to live, I really want to, to hold my grandchildren!” Claudia whispered. Tears streamed down her flushed face. She barely finished her work in the garden and trudged home.

Her mood was darker than a storm cloud. “What’s for lunch?” her husband, Miron, asked sternly as soon as Claudia crossed the threshold. He was a good man but overly fond of order in everything.

And if something disrupted his schedule, Miron’s mood would change instantly. “There’s soup in the fridge,” the woman said faintly. She sank onto the couch and burst into tears.

Alarmed, Miron rushed to his wife and took her hand. “Claudia, what’s wrong? Did you lose something?” “I’m dying, Miron, I’m dying for sure.” “What?” Miron said, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Where did you get that idea?” “The severe pain in my stomach and back is unbearable, I can hardly move my legs,” Claudia stammered, swallowing tears. “It’s probably some fatal, incurable disease.” “Oh, come on, Claudia, that can’t be!” Miron said, not the least bit surprised.

“Remember our neighbor Tatiana? They found cancer in her, and she wasted away to nothing, just skin and bones. But look at you, you’re swelling up like a river in flood season. How can you be fatally ill?” “That’s true,” Claudia thought. “My husband’s right. I’ve been gaining weight like crazy lately, I don’t know why, but I’m not a young girl with a wasp waist anymore. I’m 56, it’s probably just age.”

Claudia calmed down a bit, and the pain seemed to subside. “You should go see our paramedic, Lyuda. She might send you to a surgeon in the city,” the practical Miron added. “Calm down, and let’s go eat.”

“Thank you, Miron, for the advice. I’ll do that.” Claudia kept her promise and the next day went to the local clinic to see the paramedic, Lyudmila. The charming and kind young woman treated all the villagers with warmth and care.

She greeted Claudia as if she were family. “Claudia Mikhailovna, hello! It’s been a while. Come in, make yourself at home, and tell me what’s happened,” Lyuda said with a sunny smile. She liked the locals—simple, straightforward, sincere, and genuine.

When Claudia shared her concerns, Lyudmila tried to stay calm and chose her words carefully to comfort the distressed woman. “Claudia Mikhailovna, let’s not jump to conclusions. I’ll order some tests, you’ll take them, we’ll get the results, and then we’ll talk specifics. If needed, I’ll prescribe treatment. Deal?” “Yes, Lyudochka, you’re our ray of light. Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” Claudia said gratefully. “No need to thank me yet, Claudia Mikhailovna. Stay healthy.”..