My little story
Alright, almost none of you know this story of mine, so I am going to get it out and let it be said. I don't have any real reason except as my friends you have a right to know about me, especially the uncomfortable truths. A long time ago, when I was just a wee little fetus inside a womb, a fight broke out, between my mother, her doctors, and my family. You see, I was a biological impossibility, my mom was told, after my brother was born, that she was incapable of ever having another child, point blank. That didn't stop her from trying, but alas, to now avail. For four long years she tried and eventually lost hope. So my mom is having a lot of medical problems and she has to go in and be tested. She is MRI'ed and X-rayed, without a lead protection for her womb area, 9 or 10 times overall, perhaps more. Now a new test is coming up and they inject her with a radioactive dye, she gets sick, very sick, nonstop vomiting, headaches, and passing out for a full day. See, now she's confused, thats never happened before, and the doctors get scared. So they give her another MRI. They try to get her to ingest that chalky stuff, but it just won't stay down. Some lovely little nurse asks her if she's considered that maybe she's pregnant. My mom says no, she can't be, her doctor agrees, well an argument ensues, the nurse wins, and she's tested. It comes back negative......and then inconclusive. Another test, and lo and behold, she is after all! With me! Uh oh. What about all those MRI's and X-rays...Well right then, she is advised by a full medical board that I would not be born, 90% chance of miscarriage, 5% chance of coming to term and dying within 18 months. They tell her their opinion, have an abortion, if she doesn't odds are I'm dead or malformed beyond repair, or that she herself could even die. My wonderful family tells her to do it, all of them, her doctors tell her to do it. She resists. Only my aunt Susan says to follow her heart. My mom decides to carry me to term and let God's will be done. While this is going on our doctor writes up a legal loop-hole contract, see, my mom is mentally distraught, and can be declared incapable of making the decision, if my dad signs it along with a medical staff, and he does. Now they CAN abort me, call her in for some tests, put her under, and be done with it. Manual abortion, my murder. She goes in and realizes something is up, she refuses to take the medication, she gets the hell out of there, and my dad admits the whole deal, because everyone believes it's the right thing to do. My mom won't, she gets legal advice and new doctors who declare her perfectly capable of making the decision, so she fights them all. Eventually she goes into labor, no one can believe I have made it this far, or that she has. Then, I'm born. The doctor smiles and counts my toes and eyes and fingers and the rest of me, all there, all whole. But still, there is a huge risk for mental disorders, they watch, they wait. I seem...fine, in fact I am plump and the picture of baby health. I am watched carefully as I grow, and no problems are apparent, I am IQ tested, it comes back just under genius. Everyone is shocked, before I can walk I start slinging out words, when I can walk, sentences, not great ones but there. I surpass the odds, I bet every single one of them, and so did my mother. I have never been able to forgive my family completely or my doctor or anyone else involved for nearly having me killed and I have loved my mother ever since. By the age of 8 I knew this story, just not the part about my family and the attempted abortion, not until 16 years old. There is one of my many stories, my life such as it is, good thing she fought back so hard eh? I thought everyone had the right to know, because you are my friends, and you have earned the whole truth from me, even when it is dark and gloomy.