I totally agree with you but if someone is 7 months pregnant they can take the baby out, its viable, so an abortion would be completely unnecessary.
So you’re going to make a woman with aggressive and possibly terminal cancer care for an infant, huh?
You’re still trying to make a decision for someone who is not you.
…a woman with aggressive and possibly terminal cancer care for a *premature* child that is going to have tons of health issues, because “viable” isn’t anywhere near the same thing as “healthy” or even “capable of breathing or eating on its own”…are you going to pay for the infant’s hospital bills and someone to care for it? Because paying for cancer alone usually wipes out people’s savings accounts, on top of their physical ability to do anything for longer than a few minutes.
I’ve got a job of taking care of a one year old and even in good health it exhausts me; I’ve also got a friend in chemo right now, and probably the only reason it hasn’t WIPED HIM OUT is because he’s got a partner and an extended support network taking care of *him* full time.
Try having a little rational thought about your arguments before extending them, please, instead of reaching for the nearest rationalization.
That’s assuming the stress of induced labor / c-section on an overtaxed body doesn’t kill the woman outright. Why does her *existing* life mean so little to you, compared to the *thought* of the lives that could possibly come from her? And why do you care so little for the quality of life this potential child is going to have? Is the thought of an unborn life SO MUCH WORSE to you than the thought of a infant suffering, struggling to hold onto a life it wasn’t ready for? Have you ever looked at the survival rates, life-expectancy rates, for premies?
Or do you simply not care about how a child dies just as long as it doesn’t happen until it is outside of its mother?Also a beautiful response.
I was born so premature back in the 80s that the words “viable” didn’t even feature into it. The only reason I was saved and not just left to die was because my father took a left turn and went to the brand new hospital closer to home, and didn’t go to the place where I was meant to be born. He figured the half hour less drive might save my mother and not just me. He was right, but in more ways than one.
But when people talk about viable I don’t think they actually know what the fuck that means because let me tell you, my parents went through hell with me. If anyone ever talks about sleepless nights and how hard babies are my mother just laughs and laughs and laughs, and not in the “haha” way. In the “I am dead inside and sanity is a fleeting concept to me” way.
I was handed directly into my mother’s arms when I was born because they thought I would die within minutes of birth. When one minute 57 seconds (it’s in my medical records) went by and I was still screaming like a dying cat the doctor whipped me away into intensive care and there I stayed for almost a year. I died three times before I was three months old, I was born weighing less than 2lbs, I didn’t have a nose, I didn’t have functioning organs and they had to expand my lungs using new fangled technology which now is common place but at the time was new and terrifying and might well have killed me, but it didn’t matter because I was going to die anyway. I had multiple blood transfusions, and then later on in the 90s my parents had to undergo the terrifying prospect that I might have HIV because they found out a whole bunch of blood from the 80s had been contaminated. My father jokes I turned his hair white the day after I was born, but honestly the stress of trying to keep me alive and raising me was enough to give my mother ulcers and my father two heart attacks before he was 45.
I was a weak and sickly child, prone to severe illness, and I have turned into a weak and sickly adult with chronic pain which I have carried over since I was five years old. I remember that. I remember being five and the doctor thinking I had arthritis because I moved like I was made of brittle glass and I was splintering apart inside. I still am. And one of the big things they are linking it to is all the shit I had to undergo because I was born viable rather than full formed and healthy.
And you want to know the real kicker? It happened to my brother too. Except he’s not as lucky as I am. He’s badly disabled owed to medical incompetence and almost entirely blind. But y’know, he was viable, just like me. Yes we’re alive now, and ha sometimes I’m even glad of it, but if my parents hadn’t been able to care for us…if my parents had been sick at the time of our birth…we wouldn’t be. We’d have been miscarriages, or stillborns, or died in our cribs.
Viable is just another way of saying “maybe they won’t die in your arms”.
Or in the instance of “pro-lifers”— “I don’t respect your life, only the potential of new life which might become a good Christian soldier, just don’t ask me to give a shit what happens to it afterwards.”
Sorry. This is long and rambling and full of so much emotion and quite probably going to upset somebody, but you know what? If I had to go through what my mother went through, I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t. If I was told I had to have my child taken out of me and be “viable” for health reasons or have an abortion…I wouldn’t even hesitate to make my peace and say goodbye.
Because I’ve lived the viable life.I’ve seen what it does from both ends, to the mother, to the child. And it’s horseshit to say it’s kinder than death.
I am basically crying with rage at this point. Nobody deserves to go through this, and fuck anyone who says otherwise because MURDER or bleats about SANCTITY OF LIFE.
You fuckers forget that sanctity isn’t just about being alive.
You do realize that you’re an idiot, right?
I should possibly be nicer than that, but you picked the wrong day to put this nonsense into my ask box. This whole thing has been debunked so many times that it’s fucking ridiculous that people are still saying it in the first place.
Let’s tackle these one at a time.
Planned Parenthood, when performing abortions that people asked for, would than ask their patients if they wanted to donate the fetus for scientific purposes. Stem cell research is a thing and one day it may save your stupid ass, so you should possibly pay attention. Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, and THIS is stem cell research and THIS is what it can do.
Do you know who needs late-term abortions?
Mothers whose fetuses have died in the womb.
Do you know what happens if you do not get that dead fetus out of the womb?
SEPSIS. Which, ya know, CAN AND WILL FUCKING KILL YOU. You cannot cavort around with a dead body inside of your own body and expect things to be hunky dory–and no, before you open your uneducated mouth, our bodies do not get rid of dead fetuses on their own unless we’re already due to give birth. (Stillborns are a thing and it’s heartbreaking for the parents, you sad excuse for a walnut chimichanga.)
Late-term abortions in any other instance are so damned rare, and yet they’re the ones you pro-life fucks like to gather and scream about. What’s better is again, those abortions are to protect the life of the mother. Suppose you’re 7 months pregnant with a wanted child. Suddenly you have a cancer diagnosis and you are actual-fax gonna be dead inside 2 months unless you begin aggressive chemotherapy.
Radiation therapy will kill the fetus. Whether it happens before or after, a late-term abortion just became necessary.
“OH BUT SHE SHOULD JUST CARRY THE CHILD TO TERM AND THEN START CHEMO.” Anyone who says this is not pro-life. They are anti-woman. Period.
The real point of all this isn’t that you don’t give a fuck about babies. You just can’t STAND the thought that there are women out there who have the audacity to think of themselves as people.
Oh. And one more thing, you glue-huffing watermelon:
Late term abortions used to be done in such a way that the grieving parents could be presented with an intact fetus, so that they could mourn over their lost baby. Republicans made it illegal to do that. NOW the fetuses in late-term abortions are literally destroyed in the removal process because to do otherwise means a doctor, just trying to help a grieving mom, would go to jail.
In other words: FUCK. YOU. Get the hell out of my life.