Clarification on Dr. George Tiller LJ Post
Alright, so I didn’t make myself clear on who or what Dr. George Tiller did in my last post about him and many people have come to me confused. So let me try to clear up a little bit about him by posting more about him.
I know this is a controversial subject. I do understand that. And everyone has the right to their opinions. And please, if your opinion is vastly different than mine, in respect to me, please don’t rip me apart in response to this telling me how wrong I am. Discussions are great, but I am in personal mourning that this man has been shot to death, so I’m still pretty upset by this. All I would really ask of anyone is to not judge my choices, or any other person in a negative situation like this. If you don’t want to have an abortion five minutes after your egg is fertilized, great, no one’s holding a gun to your head, but I just wish people in this country would let others make their own decisions and stop killing and judging.
So, now that I’ve stated my peace, here’s some information and personal tidbits on this man. Thank you to my darling friend Mona for the photos, and Alicia for the stories. :)
Now here are some incredible photos and the link after them is the source.
George Tiller
Mourners gather at Old Town Square in Wichita...
Mourners outside his Lutheran Church
Setting flowers outside his clinic
Mourners at Old Town Square...
Even an anti-choice advocate mourns at his grave.
http://www.kansascity.com/934/gallery/1226113.html
Most of Dr. Tiller's patients were referred by their primary OBs, for a number of reasons. Either because the pregnancy had progressed far enough that an abortion was no longer legal in that state, because the OB didn't want to deal with potential backlash or litigation in performing the procedure themselves, or because Dr. Tiller was well-respected both as an expert in the methods used in late term abortion and because he had a reputation for being an extremely compassionate care provider, offering baptism & burial services, for example, and went the extra mile to put his patients' minds and souls at ease.
Also, many of these women (their stories are available easily all over the internet, search Dr. Tiller, or Heartbreaking Choice, or Kansas Stories) did have wanted pregnancies, and only discovered after the sonogram at 20 weeks that the fetus had conditions incompatible with life.
On a personal note, women who choose abortion post 21 weeks are terminating a wanted pregnancy. It is a terrible thing. Women who are in this situation are medically and emotionally fragile. It is a devastating time and a sorrowful loss of a hoped-for baby that wasn't to be. Usually it's because of a severe fetal deformity combined with the woman's increased risk factor involving loss of future fertility, severe impact to her health, or even risk of her death. These factors are thankfully extremely rare, and late term abortions are also rare, accounting for less than one percent of all abortions. But the situations do happen and the women who are dealing with them are usually in a state of shock, grief, and grim resolution that this procedure is the best option out of an awful selection of even worse options.
A friend of a friend of mine recently went through this. She was thrilled to find out she was pregnant. Then a sonogram revealed the fetus had severe abnormality. This friend and her husband considered all the options. The doctors all gave very a grim prognosis. Her older age, serious complications of a high-risk pregnancy/delivery that would likely negatively impact her long-term health, possible loss of her future fertility as well as the certainty that the baby would die shortly after being born were all factors for making their decision to terminate the pregnancy. The friend and her husband were devastated. They were all quite sad and upset for her loss. But they were also grateful that she at least still had a medical option available to her that would allow her the possibility to have a child in the future.
Here is an interesting article discussing, ‘Where Will Women Go Now?’
http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/06/01/late_term_abortion/
And now, a personal story, just one example…
Diagnosis: Posterior Urethral Valves
A Kansas Story
Nathan Jack's Mom
When we found out that we were pregnant with our second child, life could not get any better. Our daughter was just 15 months old; how perfect that the kids were going to be less than 2 years apart in age. Our family was growing and so was our love.
At our 19-week ultrasound that we found out not only that we were having a boy, but that one of his ureters, his bladder and stomach were all slightly dilated. The technician couldn’t give us this information, so when we met with our doctor, she casually reported the findings. She assured us that in all her years of practicing, she saw this very often in boys, but only twice did it have to be followed after birth. We were advised to return a week later for better pictures of the heart. During that second ultrasound, it appeared that the dilation had increased; again, no cause for alarm. It was later that day that the doctor called us at home to suggest that we go for a Level II ultrasound at an imaging center “just to make sure everything was ok.“
Two weeks had gone by and although we were concerned, there was no diagnosis or cause for alarm. The baby was extremely active and growing beautifully. The following week when I went for my Level II ultrasound, the technician spent 2 hours taking pictures, focusing on the collecting system, but again, sat stoically and continued to tell us all of the things that were perfect with our son. When the doctor finally met with us, he advised us that the bladder was unusually large, indicating a blockage in a ureter, but his kidneys looked perfect. He mentioned a conditioned found solely in boys called posterior urethral valves (PUV). He also advised us not to read information posted on the Internet because we’d drive ourselves crazy and worry ourselves for no reason. He, too, advised us to return to his center in 2 weeks to meet with yet another doctor. In hindsight, we should have realized that there was something seriously wrong since each doctor referred to someone more knowledgeable.
2 weeks later, we returned to the Imaging Center for yet another follow-up. After hearing how great his heart looked, this doctor advised us that we should see specialists in the top hospital in New York City to determine a possible diagnosis.
That night my husband, daughter and I drove into Brooklyn to see the top pediatric urologist in the country. Again, everything looked fine, but we were told to come to the hospital in a few days so his team could look at our fetus.
This went on for three more weeks, and six more visits to NYC. It was a Tuesday when we finally met with the Director of OB and she informed us that our son was very sick, and although she offered fetal procedures to increase his chances of survival, she also informed us that PUV is often detected early in the pregnancy and most mothers choose to terminate because of the many, severe complications. But at 27 weeks gestation, termination was no longer an option in New York State.
For the first time in eight weeks, a doctor was honest with us, and although it was her honesty that I hated, I was overcome with immense sadness. Late termination- how could I terminate my son? If we could hold on just 13 more weeks, then we’d have him to the best doctors, and they’d “fix” him and he’d be well.
The doctor mentioned a doctor in Kansas that, based upon this medical situation, could perform a late termination. The idea was so surreal- going to Kansas to terminate my son; he was supposed to be born to me and complete my family. After weeks of not knowing the prognosis, but gradually learning that this baby was so very sick, it didn’t take us very long to realize that traveling to Kansas to have this procedure done was saving our son from a brief life of respirators, dialysis, surgeries and pain.
When we arrived at the Women’s Health Center, we immediately felt the compassion and understanding from the entire staff. We had a story, and they listened. The doctor instantly connected with us and assured us that although our decision was a difficult one, he knew how sick our son was and that the choice we made was because we love him so much and couldn’t bear to put him through a short life full of pain and suffering.
The week we spent in Kansas was one of the toughest weeks of my life, one that I will never forget, nor will I choose to forget, but through my tears of sadness, love helped us through.
We returned home just two days ago, and the pain is ever so fresh, and the memories vivid. A piece of me doesn’t want the pain to ever go away because it is one way for me to stay connected to my son. My beautiful, angelic son, Nathan Jack. Seeing him was one of the hardest things I have ever done, not being able to watch him grow up, or call me “Mommy” is something I will always grieve over, but knowing that we protected and saved him from an existence of hospital stays was our responsibility as loving parents.
We are forever grateful to the Women’s Health Center, the amazing doctor and all staff for being our heaven when we were living in hell.
Thank you for reading...
I know this is a controversial subject. I do understand that. And everyone has the right to their opinions. And please, if your opinion is vastly different than mine, in respect to me, please don’t rip me apart in response to this telling me how wrong I am. Discussions are great, but I am in personal mourning that this man has been shot to death, so I’m still pretty upset by this. All I would really ask of anyone is to not judge my choices, or any other person in a negative situation like this. If you don’t want to have an abortion five minutes after your egg is fertilized, great, no one’s holding a gun to your head, but I just wish people in this country would let others make their own decisions and stop killing and judging.
So, now that I’ve stated my peace, here’s some information and personal tidbits on this man. Thank you to my darling friend Mona for the photos, and Alicia for the stories. :)
Now here are some incredible photos and the link after them is the source.
George Tiller
Mourners gather at Old Town Square in Wichita...
Mourners outside his Lutheran Church
Setting flowers outside his clinic
Mourners at Old Town Square...
Even an anti-choice advocate mourns at his grave.
http://www.kansascity.com/934/gallery/1226113.html
Most of Dr. Tiller's patients were referred by their primary OBs, for a number of reasons. Either because the pregnancy had progressed far enough that an abortion was no longer legal in that state, because the OB didn't want to deal with potential backlash or litigation in performing the procedure themselves, or because Dr. Tiller was well-respected both as an expert in the methods used in late term abortion and because he had a reputation for being an extremely compassionate care provider, offering baptism & burial services, for example, and went the extra mile to put his patients' minds and souls at ease.
Also, many of these women (their stories are available easily all over the internet, search Dr. Tiller, or Heartbreaking Choice, or Kansas Stories) did have wanted pregnancies, and only discovered after the sonogram at 20 weeks that the fetus had conditions incompatible with life.
On a personal note, women who choose abortion post 21 weeks are terminating a wanted pregnancy. It is a terrible thing. Women who are in this situation are medically and emotionally fragile. It is a devastating time and a sorrowful loss of a hoped-for baby that wasn't to be. Usually it's because of a severe fetal deformity combined with the woman's increased risk factor involving loss of future fertility, severe impact to her health, or even risk of her death. These factors are thankfully extremely rare, and late term abortions are also rare, accounting for less than one percent of all abortions. But the situations do happen and the women who are dealing with them are usually in a state of shock, grief, and grim resolution that this procedure is the best option out of an awful selection of even worse options.
A friend of a friend of mine recently went through this. She was thrilled to find out she was pregnant. Then a sonogram revealed the fetus had severe abnormality. This friend and her husband considered all the options. The doctors all gave very a grim prognosis. Her older age, serious complications of a high-risk pregnancy/delivery that would likely negatively impact her long-term health, possible loss of her future fertility as well as the certainty that the baby would die shortly after being born were all factors for making their decision to terminate the pregnancy. The friend and her husband were devastated. They were all quite sad and upset for her loss. But they were also grateful that she at least still had a medical option available to her that would allow her the possibility to have a child in the future.
Here is an interesting article discussing, ‘Where Will Women Go Now?’
http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/06/01/late_term_abortion/
And now, a personal story, just one example…
Diagnosis: Posterior Urethral Valves
A Kansas Story
Nathan Jack's Mom
When we found out that we were pregnant with our second child, life could not get any better. Our daughter was just 15 months old; how perfect that the kids were going to be less than 2 years apart in age. Our family was growing and so was our love.
At our 19-week ultrasound that we found out not only that we were having a boy, but that one of his ureters, his bladder and stomach were all slightly dilated. The technician couldn’t give us this information, so when we met with our doctor, she casually reported the findings. She assured us that in all her years of practicing, she saw this very often in boys, but only twice did it have to be followed after birth. We were advised to return a week later for better pictures of the heart. During that second ultrasound, it appeared that the dilation had increased; again, no cause for alarm. It was later that day that the doctor called us at home to suggest that we go for a Level II ultrasound at an imaging center “just to make sure everything was ok.“
Two weeks had gone by and although we were concerned, there was no diagnosis or cause for alarm. The baby was extremely active and growing beautifully. The following week when I went for my Level II ultrasound, the technician spent 2 hours taking pictures, focusing on the collecting system, but again, sat stoically and continued to tell us all of the things that were perfect with our son. When the doctor finally met with us, he advised us that the bladder was unusually large, indicating a blockage in a ureter, but his kidneys looked perfect. He mentioned a conditioned found solely in boys called posterior urethral valves (PUV). He also advised us not to read information posted on the Internet because we’d drive ourselves crazy and worry ourselves for no reason. He, too, advised us to return to his center in 2 weeks to meet with yet another doctor. In hindsight, we should have realized that there was something seriously wrong since each doctor referred to someone more knowledgeable.
2 weeks later, we returned to the Imaging Center for yet another follow-up. After hearing how great his heart looked, this doctor advised us that we should see specialists in the top hospital in New York City to determine a possible diagnosis.
That night my husband, daughter and I drove into Brooklyn to see the top pediatric urologist in the country. Again, everything looked fine, but we were told to come to the hospital in a few days so his team could look at our fetus.
This went on for three more weeks, and six more visits to NYC. It was a Tuesday when we finally met with the Director of OB and she informed us that our son was very sick, and although she offered fetal procedures to increase his chances of survival, she also informed us that PUV is often detected early in the pregnancy and most mothers choose to terminate because of the many, severe complications. But at 27 weeks gestation, termination was no longer an option in New York State.
For the first time in eight weeks, a doctor was honest with us, and although it was her honesty that I hated, I was overcome with immense sadness. Late termination- how could I terminate my son? If we could hold on just 13 more weeks, then we’d have him to the best doctors, and they’d “fix” him and he’d be well.
The doctor mentioned a doctor in Kansas that, based upon this medical situation, could perform a late termination. The idea was so surreal- going to Kansas to terminate my son; he was supposed to be born to me and complete my family. After weeks of not knowing the prognosis, but gradually learning that this baby was so very sick, it didn’t take us very long to realize that traveling to Kansas to have this procedure done was saving our son from a brief life of respirators, dialysis, surgeries and pain.
When we arrived at the Women’s Health Center, we immediately felt the compassion and understanding from the entire staff. We had a story, and they listened. The doctor instantly connected with us and assured us that although our decision was a difficult one, he knew how sick our son was and that the choice we made was because we love him so much and couldn’t bear to put him through a short life full of pain and suffering.
The week we spent in Kansas was one of the toughest weeks of my life, one that I will never forget, nor will I choose to forget, but through my tears of sadness, love helped us through.
We returned home just two days ago, and the pain is ever so fresh, and the memories vivid. A piece of me doesn’t want the pain to ever go away because it is one way for me to stay connected to my son. My beautiful, angelic son, Nathan Jack. Seeing him was one of the hardest things I have ever done, not being able to watch him grow up, or call me “Mommy” is something I will always grieve over, but knowing that we protected and saved him from an existence of hospital stays was our responsibility as loving parents.
We are forever grateful to the Women’s Health Center, the amazing doctor and all staff for being our heaven when we were living in hell.
Thank you for reading...