Life is pretty funny, in a completely non-funny way. All my life I've been about as Pro-Life, Anti-Abortion as a person could possibly be. Without, of course, being one of those crazies who holds up signs about God hating people. In 6th grade CCD (c. 1991) I remember making a poster, with the Virgin Mary holding her Baby Jesus and the caption: What if Mary were Pro-Choice? I got the award, BEST PRO-LIFE POSTER IN THE HARRISBURG DIOCESE that year. I've had more than my share of ethics debates, and I never wanted to consider the outliers, the anecdotes, "What if a pregnancy is non-viable?" "What if it threatens the health of the mother?" etc. Those stories are just meant to confuse the black-and-white moral issue. Even through my first pregnancy and birth of my baby, I proudly powered through as one staunch Pro-Life advocate.
But for some unknown reason, here I am, today. Personally, medically, physically in this situation that occurs less than 1% of the time, facing the exact choice myself that I used to stick my fingers in my ears to ignore. It's a no-brainer. I'm thankful that there are drugs which can help me survive this situation. Knowing there was never a baby, a heartbeat, a viable life in question. It's been eye opening.
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