I don't know about you but I have to question the ethics of a Doctor who is willing to implant eight embryos into an unmarried, unemployed mother of six children all under the age of seven. Part of me wants to say it's her body, her business and her choice. Then reality sets in and I have to wonder who is financing this circus act and unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I already know who is paying the bill. I also worry about what kind of life is in store for those fourteen children. Thinking back to the days when we had three children under the age of five, it was no walk in the park even with two parents. Dave and I made a pact that whoever asked for a divorce had to take the kids so of course that ensured we would be together for at least 20 years and at the end of twenty years we were too tired to get a divorce. Our children weren't bad or mean but oh my lawz a mercy they were busy and worked as a team. Eddie was the youngest which explains why she was the one who was dropped down the laundry chute. Polly and Bud were very thoughtful and not only did they pile dirty clothes (never in short supply) under the chute but they did a test run on the dog first. Now that is love. Back to the eight embryos, I guess my opinion is just because you can doesn't mean you should.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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3 comments:
I love the way you look at things-and the way you write about them!! I agree with you on this one.
Extremely well said! I've had my laugh for the day!
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