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16 year old girl with cancer has baby

Girl, 16, told by GP in front of her mother that she must be six months’ pregnant actually had a giant TUMOUR… and can never have children The teenager insisted it would be impossible for her to be pregnant GP told her mother that it is common for young girls to hide pregnancies from their families She underwent a hysterectomy and chemotherapy to beat cancer By JESSICA SATHERLEY Last updated at 1:37 PM on 15th December 2011 Comments (136) Share

A 16-year-old girl told by an insistent GP that she must be six months’ pregnant was given a scan only to find that the ‘baby’ was actually a giant ovarian tumour. Phoebe Quatre-Morgan, from Bolton, visited her doctor after returning from a holiday with a swollen stomach, sickness in the mornings and a lack of appetite. After visiting A&E with her mother, she was first told she had severe constipation and was sent home with medication, but when her symptoms worsened she consulted her GP and was told she was pregnant.

Diagnosed at 16: Phoebe Quatre-Morgan, from Bolton, was told she was pregnant by her GP but a scan later showed it was a tumour Phoebe insisted that it would be impossible for her to be pregnant and when she went for an ultrasound, the scan revealed the ‘baby’ was instead a lump. Nurses referred her to The Christie hospital in Manchester, which specialises in cancer treatments, and was diagnosed with an ovarian tumour.

More… 12 brain operations, kidney and liver failure and blind in both eyes, but boy, 5, is only person in Britain to recover from deadly strain of E.coli The teenager underwent surgery to remove the tumour, followed by three months of chemotherapy. But after being given the all-clear in January, in April she was told the cancerous growth had returned.

During her treatment: Phoebe pictured at The Christie hospital in Manchester while undergoing cancer treatment

Undergoing tests: Phoebe’s cancerous tumour was detected during an ultrasound after being told she was pregnant Pheobe, now 17, then underwent a hysterectomy and another six-month cycle of chemotherapy to beat the disease. She has now been given the all-clear once again but will never be able to have her own children. Phoebe said: ‘I knew there was no way I was pregnant and to be told that I was, by my GP in front of my mum, was devastating. ‘The doctor was convinced I was, telling my mum that it was common for young girls to hide pregnancy from their families - my mum was just as shocked as me about what the doctor was telling us. I kept telling the GP I wasn’t, but she just didn’t listen. ‘When we went for the ultrasound there was obviously no baby, so I had a sense of relief, but at the same time we still didn’t know what the massive lump was causing the swelling. ‘When I got the diagnosis, I had a mixture of emotions, from a sense of relief that they had finally found what was wrong with me, but at the same I had just found out that I had cancer - at 16 years old.’

Support network: Phoebe pictured in hospital with Coronation Street star Jennie McAlpine Every year, around 6,500 women are diagnosed with ovarian cancer, however, it mostly affects women over 40. Misdiagnosis of the illness is normal as the symptoms are often associated with more common, less serious conditions. Phoebe’s symptoms included constipation, lack of appetite, a swollen tummy and some sickness, which tended to be in the morning - symptoms often associated with pregnancy. Phoebe said: ‘It’s been hard to come to terms with being told that I’ll never be able to have my own children. ‘I always saw myself having a family, but cancer has taken that decision away from me. Having had cancer has definitely made me a stronger person. ‘It has made me not take things for granted and to just enjoy life,’ she said. Phoebe is supporting a campaign to raise awareness of ovarian and testicular cancer in young people.’ To find out more go to http://www.lauracranetrust.org/gonads.aspx

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2074490/Girl-16-told-heavily-pregnant-devastated-scan-revealed-actually-huge-ovarian-tumour.html#ixzz1iAAdFP59



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A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn’t be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn’t disturb them.

The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there’s a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, “Have you checked the children?”

Click.

At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. “Have you checked the children?” says the creepy voice on the other end.

“Mr. Murphy?” she asks, but the caller hangs up again.

She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they’d be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. “Has he threatened you?” the dispatcher asks. No, she says. “Well, there’s nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company.”

A few minutes go by and she gets another call. “Why haven’t you checked the children?” the voice says.

“Who is this?” she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, “I’m scared. I know he’s out there, he’s watching me.”

“Have you seen him?” the dispatcher asks. She says no. “Well, there isn’t much we can do about it,” the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. “Now, now, it’ll be okay,” he says. “Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we’ll try to trace the call. What was your name again?”

“Linda.”

“Okay, Linda, if he calls back we’ll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she says, and hangs up. She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone’s outside, and that’s when she gets another call.

“It’s me,” the familiar voice says. “Why did you turn the lights down?”

“Can you see me?” she asks, panicking.

“Yes,” he says after a long pause.

“Look, you’ve scared me,” she says. “I’m shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?” she asks.

Another long pause. “Your blood. All over me.”

She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again. “Leave me alone!” she screams, but it’s the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.

“Linda, we’ve traced that call. It’s coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!”

She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children’s bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.

She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she’s safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.

A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn’t be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn’t disturb them.

The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there’s a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, “Have you checked the children?”

Click.

At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. “Have you checked the children?” says the creepy voice on the other end.

“Mr. Murphy?” she asks, but the caller hangs up again.

She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they’d be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. “Has he threatened you?” the dispatcher asks. No, she says. “Well, there’s nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company.”

A few minutes go by and she gets another call. “Why haven’t you checked the children?” the voice says.

“Who is this?” she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, “I’m scared. I know he’s out there, he’s watching me.”

“Have you seen him?” the dispatcher asks. She says no. “Well, there isn’t much we can do about it,” the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. “Now, now, it’ll be okay,” he says. “Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we’ll try to trace the call. What was your name again?”

“Linda.”

“Okay, Linda, if he calls back we’ll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she says, and hangs up. She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone’s outside, and that’s when she gets another call.

“It’s me,” the familiar voice says. “Why did you turn the lights down?”

“Can you see me?” she asks, panicking.

“Yes,” he says after a long pause.

“Look, you’ve scared me,” she says. “I’m shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?” she asks.

Another long pause. “Your blood. All over me.”

She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again. “Leave me alone!” she screams, but it’s the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.

“Linda, we’ve traced that call. It’s coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!”

She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children’s bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.

She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she’s safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.


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