This article explains why Congressman Trent Franks’ resignation makes sense. I had only heard little pieces of information about this case, but this article tells more of the story:

Solicitation for surrogacy offends the dignity of the female person just as much as solicitation for sex. Indeed, solicitation for surrogacy derives from solicitation for sex and is made possible only by the pharmaceutical separation of sex and conception and the medical innovation and sale of in vitro fertilization. Gestational surrogacy provides a clinical method for transferring ejaculated sperm from Trent Franks’ body, for example, into an egg and onto the body of a female contracted, typically for money, to the implantation, gestation and hand-delivery of a living, human baby. The surrogate’s body becomes the object of a legal agreement by which the contracting parties regulate and restrict the daily behavior and the maternal rights of the female and sever the human child’s legal and actual connection to its birth mother.

Read about this, in the New York Times. I’m fascinated by this statement:

While a link had been established between birth control pills and breast cancer years ago, this study is the first to examine the risks associated with current formulations of birth control pills and devices in a large population.

They say this link has been established years ago, as if it were old news. It’s true, the link was established long ago, yet most women are unaware. Doesn’t the Pill help diminish the risk of certain cancers, too?

Risk goes up as you age, leading the researchers to advise that older women find a different method of birth control.

The study also found that the risk increased the longer women used contraceptives involving hormones, suggesting the relationship is causal, Dr. Mørch said. “It is a very clear picture for us, very convincing.”

Vindicating for those of us who spoke against the Pill for this very reason. What’s next: the New York Times reporting the Abortion-Breast Cancer (ABC) link? Likely. Give it time and this is precisely what will happen.

Was reminded of this poignant song this morning.

This is where abortion decisions live–in our hearts, years after the fact, when we have other children, or when we don’t, and we wonder what the lives of our aborted children would be like. So many people carry this burden in the quiet of their hearts. They don’t go to the March for Life, they don’t play politics. But how can you not ask questions about what would have been?

Happy birthday, so make a wish

Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been

Would you’ve been a little angel or an angel of sin?

Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys

Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes

I payed for the murder before they determined the sex

Choosing our life over your life meant your death

And you never got a chance to even open your eyes

Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life

Would you have been a little genius in love with math?

Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?

Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper?

Would you have made me quit smokin’ by finding one of my lighters?

I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose?

And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?

Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen

Happy birthday, love you whoever you would’ve been