Last on the listBMJ 1998; 316 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.316.7140.1324a (Published 25 April 1998) Cite this as: BMJ 1998;316:1324
- Ann Rosen, freelance writer
- lives in London
As I lay on the hospital bed during the scan for my fourth child I was full of apprehension. The doctor was moving the probe around for a long time and the image on the screen did not resemble anything identifiable. Eventually he spoke.
“Are you sure about your dates—around 16 weeks?”
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“The picture I'm getting isn't very clear. We'll have to scan it from another angle.”
The second scan showed a mass of deformed cells, no identifiable embryo or definite organs.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “You'll have to stay in hospital for a dilatation and curettage. One of my colleagues will come and deal with you shortly.”
My husband held my hand reassuringly and asked if I was okay. I was fine, disappointed, of course, but these things happen and we were blessed with three healthy children.
Eventually, I was admitted to a ward and told that the operation would be done at …