Giant ovarian cyst story in TAKE A BREAK magazine…
Real-life cyst story…
Sophie Gill, 23, felt overweight but didn’t know why she had got larger.
However, her waistband was getting tighter and she was horrified when people began asking her when the baby was due.
She knew she couldn’t be pregnant though.
However, her tummy got so large that eventually she went to the doctor and a scan revealed an ovarian cyst.
Incredibly, it turned out to weigh two stones. But it was removed during an op and after three months she could return to work.
Sophie’s story made the front page and went over one and a half pages in Take a Break magazine.
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Read Sophie’s story below…
I lost TWO STONES overnight!
by Alison Smith-Squire
Taking a deep breath, I breathed in and tugged at the zip on my jeans. It was no good. My tummy had grown so fat, it just wouldn’t budge. Pulling them off, I hurriedly yanked on a comfy pair of tracksuit bottoms instead.
The next day I was at work when a delivery driver shouted, “when are you due love?”
Horrified, I replied, “Do I honestly look as if I’m pregnant…!”
He looked embarrassed and turned away.
Of course I couldn’t be pregnant! After all, I’d been a lesbian for ten years so it simply wasn’t possible!
Only as I got into my car to drive home from work, I realised the seatbelt was tight.
I felt my tummy. It was really hard.
I look as if I’ve got a man’s beer belly, I thought.
That night I asked my girlfriend Sally if she’d noticed.
“Well I didn’t want to say anything,” she said sheepishly, “but it really has grown recently.”
So she thought my stomach was fat as well. I couldn’t understand why my tummy was so big. I weighed the same and my diet hadn’t changed.
Yet strangely I’d lost weight all over the rest of my body – which made my huge belly stick out even more. And I’d been getting strange pains low down in my back too.
As I laid in bed that night, I could barely turn over because of my gigantic tummy.
A few days later I saw my GP.
“You look as if you’re about eight months’ gone,” said the GP as I lifted up my top.
I laid down on the examination couch.
“I can’t find a foetus,” she said, “but I am going to refer you for an ultrasound anyway.”
Now I was really worried. Could I be pregnant? I thought of all the wild nights of partying. Surely it wasn’t possible…
Terrifying thoughts of what else it could be immediately sprang to my mind. What if it was cancer.
Then at the ultrasound the nurse said immediately, “you’ve got a very large cyst on your ovary.”
Doctors said incredibly it was the size of a rugby ball. Amazingly it could have been growing since birth.
“The good news is it’s unlikely to be malignant,” said the doctor, “but the bad news is it’s so large it might have damaged your bowel or other ovary.”
I felt tearful as he explained I would need an operation to remove it.
A week later I kissed my girlfriend as I had the general anaesthetic.
When I woke I was in for a shock.
Firstly, feeling my tummy. Even through the heavy bandages, it felt flat. Relief flooded through me. All this time I thought I should be cutting back on the biscuits.
It felt strange to feel my hip bones.
The surgeon came to see me. “Unfortunately we had to remove the ovary,” she said, “but it won’t matter to your fertility. If you want kids the other one will still work fine.”
Then she added: “Your cyst was huge – it weighed two stones. You’re the talk of the hospital!”
Doctors had never seen a cyst so large. They’d had to cut right down my stomach to get it out. They’d even taken photos of it for me for me to see.
They were yuck. How did I not notice that thing growing in me for so long…
I was moved to a ward. News of my amazing overnight weight loss went round the hospital.
I became a bizarre celebrity.
“Are you the woman everyone’s talking about?” asked a new patient in the bed next to me, “the one who lost two stone overnight…”
I nodded. “yup that’s me!” I replied.
Even nurses popped into to see the photos of my two stone cyst.
I began to feel lucky doctors had managed to remove it so successfully.
It was a miracle at that size it hadn’t caused any lasting damage to my insides.
After three days I left hospital.
Standing in front of a bedroom mirror I marvelled at my flatter tum. Jeans that three days ago I couldn’t do up were suddenly flapping.
I couldn’t wait to go out and show off my new figure. Doctors had told me to be careful for three months. But I felt so well that night I went to the cinema.
I didn’t mind having to shop for new clothes. Suddenly everything fitted.
Laughing or sneezing reminded me I’d had a major operation.
But four weeks later the stitches had been removed and I was well enough to return to work.
I have a long scar but it’s hardly noticeable with a tan – and it’s definitely a talking point!
* Sally’s name has been changed.