This is a story from her Autobiography. My grandmother's name was Lela Vee Hunt. This story happened in 1938:
I kept having a very bad pain in my side, so I went to Dr. Winget. He told me that I had a tumor. He called in at least five other doctors to examine me. They said it was a fibroid tumor, and that I would have to have it taken out. I remember lying there on the examining table with only a sheet to cover me, and looking at all those doctors. I asked them if that would stop me from having any more children. They all said I could never have another child. I looked at them and said, "My Patriarchal blessing tells me that I will have sons and daughters." I can just remember that at least one of them just snickered. Dr. Winget said, "If you believe it, and live for it, it can happen." He did this in front of all those doctors. I know this took courage from him.Dr. Winget told me that he would advise me to get pregnant as soon as I could, but that there would be a chance that something might be wrong with the baby if I did. He also told me that because of the danger to me I would have to be examined once a week. I didn't like that, but I just knew that I had to have another baby! When I got pregnant with Beth, I knew I was before ever my period was due. I started with morning sickness! When I started spotting, I just went to bed as much as I could. Then next month I did the same, and Dr Winget told me that I probably wasn't pregnant. I knew I was pregnant and ended up staying down a lot. I spent a lot of time down that winter. Every time I threatened to loose her, I had to take paregoric. To this day I get sick if I smell the stuff, but we finally made it!
On the 9th of July, we decided to go down to the Growers Market and get some apricots This was a Saturday, and I picked some that were quite green, thinking that I would bottle them on Monday. On the way up the hill the car (we had an old model A by then) gave a lurch, and I always thought that that is I had Beth the next day.
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I woke up about 6 AM that Sunday, and sure enough, I was sick to my stomach. Then I began to have a few pains. I called Dr. Winget and told him that I was in labor. Beth was not due until the end of July. Then I thought about all those apricots.
I got my bottles washed and began bottling as fast as I could. I was doing quite well too, but Dr. Winget came over to see how I was doing. I was standing by the stove, and had a pain. He said that that one looked quite bad, and to come in the bedroom to let him check me. I laughed and told him I had hours more to go.
When the doctor examined me he said "Weldon, you be the doctor and I'll be the nurse." He ran to his car to get some ether, but never got it opened. I had her right then. When she was born the tumor came out with the after-birth, and she was perfect!"
