{"id":27603,"date":"2026-02-02T23:53:26","date_gmt":"2026-02-02T23:53:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=27603"},"modified":"2026-02-02T23:53:26","modified_gmt":"2026-02-02T23:53:26","slug":"for-almost-five-years-a-woman-woke-up-with-severe-abdominal-pain-but-her-husband-forbade-her-to-see-a-doctor-dont-make-things-up-take-some-pills","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=27603","title":{"rendered":"For almost five years, a woman woke up with severe abdominal pain, but her husband forbade her to see a doctor: \u201cDon\u2019t make things up, take some pills"},"content":{"rendered":"

For almost five years, a woman woke up with severe abdominal pain, but her husband forbade her to see a doctor: \u201cDon\u2019t make things up, take some pills\u201d \ud83d\ude22<\/p>\n

But one day, unable to endure another attack, the woman finally went to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor turned pale and exclaimed: \u201cHow have you even managed to live with this for so many years?\u201d \ud83d\ude32\ud83d\ude31<\/p>\n

For five years in a row, Anna woke up with abdominal pain. At first she endured it, thinking it would pass. Then she got used to living with it, the way people live with constant fatigue or the noise outside the window.<\/p>\n

Her husband said the same thing every time:<\/p>\n

\u2014 It\u2019s gastritis. Don\u2019t make things up.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

He worked as a doctor, and Anna trusted him. She took the pills he brought her, tried not to complain, not to make scenes.<\/p>\n

But over time, the pain changed. It was no longer just pulling or burning \u2014 it was strange. Sometimes it felt as if something inside was moving, changing position, pressing from within.<\/p>\n

\u2014 It feels like something is moving inside me, \u2014 she said once.<\/p>\n

Her husband smiled irritably:<\/p>\n

\u2014 You\u2019re imagining things. When you\u2019re in pain, you can imagine anything.<\/p>\n

That night, Anna woke up around half past three. The pain came suddenly, without warning. As if a knife had been driven under her ribs and slowly twisted. She doubled over, clutching the sheet, unable to breathe properly.<\/p>\n

Her husband woke up, switched on the light, and took out the pills.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Gastritis again. Take them and sleep.<\/p>\n

Anna tried to say it wasn\u2019t her stomach. That the pain was different. But her voice broke, and only a hoarse rasp came from her throat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Please\u2026 \u2014 she whispered. \u2014 Inside\u2026 it\u2019s moving. Call an ambulance.<\/p>\n

Her husband looked at her with irritation.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Stop it. And don\u2019t call anyone.<\/p>\n

In the morning, her husband went to work, and Anna was left alone. By noon, her abdomen had swollen as if she were in the final months of pregnancy. She barely made it to the mirror, lifted her nightgown \u2014 and froze.<\/p>\n

A slow movement was visible beneath the skin.<\/p>\n

There was a knock at the door. A neighbor had brought food, but hearing Anna\u2019s groans, she called an ambulance herself.<\/p>\n

The doctor examined Anna\u2019s abdomen, fell silent, then palpated it again. His face turned gray.<\/p>\n

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\u2014 How did you even make it to today? \u2014 he said quietly.<\/p>\n

Anna was taken to the hospital and immediately rushed into surgery. When the surgeon opened the abdominal cavity, he froze for a moment at what he saw. \ud83d\ude32\ud83d\ude22Continued in the first comment \ud83d\udc47\ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

When the surgeon opened the abdominal cavity, he stopped. Inside was a huge abscess \u2014 an advanced purulent mass that had been growing for years. It compressed the organs and created the sensation of movement.<\/p>\n

\u2014 This couldn\u2019t have developed in a month or even a year, \u2014 the surgeon said later. \u2014 It takes at least several years. It\u2019s impossible not to notice something like this.<\/p>\n

Anna survived by a miracle. The doctors said it plainly: a little longer \u2014 and there would have been a rupture.<\/p>\n

A few days later, another doctor came to see her and asked quietly:<\/p>\n

\u2014 Did your husband know about the diagnosis for a long time?<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

It turned out he did. There were tests, there were scans. He saw what was happening inside her. But he treated \u201cgastritis.\u201d He didn\u2019t refer her for further examinations, didn\u2019t insist on surgery.<\/p>\n

Later, something else came to light. He had another woman for a long time. And his wife\u2019s serious illness was a convenient excuse for him. Everything looked natural: she was \u201cfading away on her own,\u201d and he \u201ccould do nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

The abscess kept growing. And he waited.<\/p>\n

Anna lay in the ward for a long time and thought not about the pain. She thought about the fact that all those years she hadn\u2019t just been unheard \u2014 she had been slowly killed by silence.<\/p>\n

After being discharged, she filed a complaint.<\/p>\n

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