There are three things that are never satisfied,
yea, four things say not, It is enough:
The grave; and the barren womb;
the earth that is not filled with water;
and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
Month after month, year after year… on the other side of childbearing, I identify with those who watch and wait. And wait. They may think no one can identify… and, sure, no one can truly know the mind and emotion of another – but, identify: yes. And grieve the passing of years and the barren womb.
I read a story of a woman who’d undergone IVF – and for whatever reason, God allowed the outcome. Hmmm. Ethics—the ethics of morality, the morality of ethics. Hmmm.
The mother of twins by c-section. [[[[[[[[ post edited : I AM SOOOOO SOOORRRRYYYY FOR THE HORRIFIC LINK THAT WAS HERE ALL WEEK. IF YOU CLICKED IT, I VERY MUCH APOLOGIZE FOR THE HORRIBLE LINK. THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ALERTED ME TO IT ]]]]]]]]
So a week before her 67th birthday a woman who’d never borne children before became the mother of twins by c-section.
I marveled over her age. I’m guessing (yes, cynically) that docs in LA must have seen too many natural, undoctored effects of aging or not enough, I’m not sure, and so the woman passed as a 55 year old—I suppose there are women who actually do look many years younger than the number of birthdays they’ve celebrated, but… one would have to wonder.
But, actually, this isn’t about her age or whether the docs had an ethical obligation to deny her or even a moral obligation to question her, though they ought to have. It’s the whole medical science of “reproduction” that I find myself wondering abut and still more about the line and practice… and I marvel.