This mother wants us to hear her story. I read it in full. I confess I read it and wanted a mercy killing for me for the sheer frustration of it all. Is there a different world I can go to where compassion is defined as caring, not killing? Is there a place I can go where people look for and seek out the miraculous? Where people support a mother and her child with a terrible diagnosis? Is there a place where doctors are not given the final say, because they are so often wrong? Is there a place where how we feel about hard circumstances is allowed to be expressed without altering the realities of life? Is there a place where we don’t try to “kill death” as if we could all live problem-free forever? (She basically beat death to the punch.)
No one is claiming her circumstance wasn’t hard. It is. I just can’t see how her course of action is better, more honourable, or even easier for her than carrying the baby to term and letting nature take its course.
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She doesn’t mention how the baby was killed. Was he or she poisoned? Was he or she chopped into pieces? Was he or she given any kind of painkiller–just in case? Was there an autopsy? Were the intact organs harvested? Was the corpse buried, burned, donated to science?
I hate how the pro-choice world uses these folks with terrible, heart-wrenching stories as human shields for their movement. They take the hardest cases, people in truly difficult situations, and then say to us “Here. Here is why abortion needs to remain legal past the time that te child can feel pain.”
Hard cases make for bad laws. And a law (or lack thereof) that permits abortion at a time that the fetus can feel itself being torn bit to bit, can feel the poison enter its heart and struggle as the heart stops, any law that permits that is a bad law.