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Catholic stock anyone? | by Gary_7 | 2002-06-16 19:08:35 |
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Excuse me? | by hypersapien | 2002-06-16 20:23:14 |
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Tax-wise, yes... | by DaNutBall | 2002-06-16 20:33:01 |
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The biggest difference between now and then | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-16 20:48:02 |
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... | by Sehmket | 2002-06-16 20:57:35 |
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Yes that's right. For those that aren't Catholic: | by DaNutBall | 2002-06-16 21:33:27 |
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No, I agree, | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-16 21:59:51 |
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... | by Sehmket | 2002-06-16 22:19:06 |
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Once more | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-16 22:59:18 |
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abortion | by nkjv | 2002-06-16 23:17:43 |
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So, what you are saying is | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-16 23:19:41 |
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No response? | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-16 23:32:30 |
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I never said that | by nkjv | 2002-06-16 23:47:35 |
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You didn't answer the question | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-17 00:04:29 |
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sad | by nkjv | 2002-06-17 00:20:39 |
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We disagree then. | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-17 00:38:49 |
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U dont read about this subject much do you? | by Red.Sonja | 2002-06-17 00:59:34 |
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You don't read my posts very well, do you? | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-17 01:27:31 |
| Date rape/ abortion induced death part 1 |
by Red.Sonja |
2002-06-17 02:41:58 |
TWO SENSELESS DEATHS: THE LONG ROAD TO RECOVERY
by "Mrs. Julia Taylor"
This year on Mother's Day, I helped my grandson place flowers on his mother's grave. Although Justin is only seven years old, he tries to be brave as he honors his mother's memory. I can't help thinking how proud she would be.
Justin is bright and beautiful. He reminds me of Mary when she was my little girl. How my heart aches for him. Both his mother and his brother were taken from him, killed by an unwanted and unnecessary abortion. I wish that I could say that she had a peaceful death. Instead, she had a painful, violent, and politicized death, a death that torments our family even today.
Mary was only sixteen when Justin was born. She was unmarried, and bravely accepted the burden of being a single mother. We were proud of her, proud of her desire to protect and preserve Justin's life when so many would encourage her to abort. The birth of our precious Justin made all of us more pro-life than ever.
Two years after Justin was born, Mary was the victim of a date rape. When the man found out, he tried to make her have an abortion. She refused and would have nothing to do with him.
At first she was planning to place the baby for adoption. Abortion was something she would never consider. But she had been receiving an anti-depressant for bipolar depression, and her psychiatrist told her that there was a 1 in 12 chance that the anti-depressants would cause heart and brain damage to the baby.
Mary was devastated. How could the drugs which had been helping her now be hurting her child? How could she ever have an abortion? She needed expert advice and counseling. She went to a prestigious hospital that specializes in women's health care. Justin had been born there. The hospital's Medical-Social Worker (M-SW) promised to help her with information and counseling.
When we arrived for the appointment, the counselor excluded me saying that Mary was eighteen and the session was private. She immediately scheduled Mary for a sonogram. After the sonogram, Mary had another session with the M-SW and was convinced that she had damaged the baby.
After this, Mary indicated to us that she had been told that it would be unfair of her to burden me with helping her to raise a second child, especially one who was handicapped. (I was already helping her with Justin and caring for my husband who is quadriplegic.) When it became clear to us that Mary was being advised to have an abortion, my husband and I reassured her that the psychiatrist's statistics were really in her favor. There was an 92% chance the baby was fine. Even if the baby did have problems, we could all cope with it together. She did not have to do this. Nor did she want to. But she was feeling as though she had no choice. We assured her that whatever her decision, we would understand and love her with all our hearts. After that she didn't say anymore about abortion.
But two weeks later the M-SW called our home to speak with Mary. Mary wasn't home, so I told her that Mary was very depressed and she was crying a great deal of the time. I asked her to please do some fetal testing to reassure Mary that the baby was fine. Her only response was to tell me that she needed to speak with Mary privately. Mary waited a few days and then called her back. The M-SW immediately scheduled Mary for a pre-admission checkup and an abortion. From this point on Mary became very withdrawn and dependent upon me for everything.
When I took Mary for her pre-admission checkup, I was not permitted to speak to a doctor or ask any questions. Again, my depressed teenage daughter was expected to sign documents and make major health care decisions without support from loved ones.
When the appointment was finished, she told me that the doctor had assured her that the procedure wasn't bad at all. Then she immediately asked me if she could change her mind at any time. This showed me how fragile and uncertain she really was.
On the day of the abortion my fears began to overwhelm me. But I reasoned that this was the leading women's hospital in the state. Surely she would receive the best of care. She was in the safest place possible. Still, I had no peace -- my 18 week old grandchild was about to die.
A nurse arrived with some papers to fill out. Mary was nervous and having difficulty answering some of the questions. When I helped her the nurse just glared at me. She was clearly annoyed with my presence.
At 12:45 PM the nurse walked Mary to the operating room where they did the instillation of urea which would induce the abortion. When she returned I helped her into bed, covered her, wiped her tears and hugged her. "Oh Mom," she cried, "that really hurt." I remember telling her how I was so very sorry for her pain.
I left the hospital at 5:30 to check on Justin. While I was driving home, my husband called. He told Mary how he loved her and would see her soon. They ended their conversation with a simple prayer, a Hail Mary, asking the mother of our Lord to "pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death." This was the last time he ever spoke to her.
I returned to the hospital that evening and stayed until 11:00 PM when Mary insisted that I go home to be with Justin. I wanted to stay with her, because the abortion had still not been completed, but she assured me she would call if she was lonely. I kissed her goodnight, saying "I love you...see you in the morning." She looked like a little girl in that bed. It was the last time I saw her alive.
At 9:15 the next morning I received a call from the intensive care unit (ICU). The nurse said, "Something went wrong. It's very serious." I flew to the hospital, rushed into the ICU, bursting into the first room I came to. Behind the curtain I could see the outline of a woman and a doctor writing on a chart.
Just then a nurse came up and asked who I wanted to see. I said I was Mary's mother. She gasped, grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me out of the door. I said I wanted to see her; I wanted her to know I was there. She said I couldn't go in because they were working on her.
Thank God my friend Charlotte arrived. She sat with me and comforted me. Twice a doctor came out to ask me questions about Mary. Each time I asked to see her and was turned away. Then the room was suddenly filled with white coats. A doctor sat in front of me and held my hands. "My daughter is dead, isn't she?" He nodded his head, "Yes."
I could not breathe and felt as if I were sinking into a hole. One of them said they had told Mary I was there. I was less than grateful for that small gesture.
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Part 2 | by Red.Sonja | 2002-06-17 02:43:30 |
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Part 3 | by Red.Sonja | 2002-06-17 02:44:19 |
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Nothing to refute? | by red.sonja | 2002-06-22 23:41:10 |
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Excuse me? | by Blackbyrd2 | 2002-06-24 22:55:13 |
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