If my twin had survived, how would she be? Would she have my wishy washy blue eyes, or the hair that never curled but remained straight. Of course, she or even he, did not have to be from the same egg, and probably was not, but we will never know because my twin never became more than a collection of cells embedded in my body in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I could have given Stephen King a model for writing a new roman, calling it “The Teratom” and my unborn twin might have become famous. It could have developed and taken over my body instead of remaining undiscovered until I reached the age of 50. It was always there, dormant and waiting for the day of its discovery. No eyes or bones were found and teeth had also not developped. It remained sitting in my tail bone dormant and just enjoying its host, which was me. One day, through some reason we will never know, it began to grow. Was there an electrical storm, an extra terrestrial signal, or perhaps the time was ready for an appearance. My twin, now to be known as a Teratome, began to grow.
Of course this did not go unnoticed and I was diagnosed with an abscess which was removed from my tail bone. However, five years later my twin decided to carry on and began to grow again. This time it was discovered, the suppressed twin that was just a collection of several different types of cells. My teratom was a boring teratom, just growing cells and nothing worth a mention in a scientific paper. It was removed again in a three hour operation. There was no ceremonial burial and I did not ask in the hospital for photos.
Five years later it returned. The sequel had arrived. These good books are always in three parts it seems and the big and final operation was made. I already had a scar horizontally across the lower part of my back from the last operation, but now it was the big McCoy and I got an interesting vertical scar at the front, making a curve around my navel. It was becoming interesting and after a 7 hour operation everything was removed, including my appendix and another spare part I no longer really needed. My days of motherhood were over. To be sure, the surgeon examined everything with a microscope to ensure that no cells were left that might have decided to grow again.
And that is the end of the story, it is the truth, the whole truth about how they eliminated by twin.