I'm Pro-Life, But The 'Heartbeat Bill' Breaks My Heart For Women All Across America

I'm Pro-Life, But The 'Heartbeat Bill' Breaks My Heart For Women All Across America

A choice is something that should never be snatched away.


Before you read the following, know that I am pro-life and that I am writing this as a defense to the women who are pro-choice and have had their rights taken away.

Six weeks.

In six weeks, a woman is expected to find out if she is pregnant and then make the decision whether or not she wants to keep the child.

The "Heartbeat Bill" that has recently been signed in the state of Georgia has officially sent the women in residence in this state back decades in time.

This decision is being justified with responses like "she had unprotected sex so she should be ready for a child" and "six weeks is enough time".

I have a few responses for those remarks.

I may be pro-life, but most women don't find out they are expecting until they are MONTHS along. This bill also overlooks victims of rape and abuse, who are pregnant because of a decision made by a monster. Many women cannot afford birth control.

What will you tell them?

In my own personal life, I am pro-life, but I respect the decisions of any woman put in those positions. It doesn't matter to me the decision she makes because it is her body. Not mine.

As a consequence of this bill, thousands of women will now be at the mercy of botched abortion procedures, the foster system will experience an influx of children from unwanted pregnancies, and women's bodies have now become government property.

I understand the thought behind the bill and for people who stand behind it; I am trying to see into your mind. I'm pro-life. I understand.

But I cannot stand behind a piece of paper that is making decisions for my body without my consent.

Do you want to decrease the number of abortions?

Provide government funding for birth control and condoms.

It's much cheaper. Don't treat women like criminals because they are making decisions for their bodies.

My defense here does not apply to the women who wait until the baby has developed significantly to have an abortion. My defense does not apply to unprotected sex and irresponsibility. My defense applies to those women who have been victims and who have made a mistake.

A baby is a precious thing and to grow life inside of me is a privilege I am grateful for. I am pro-life, but I will not take a woman's decision away as I would hope she would not take mine away.

America, I want you to seriously think about what you have just done and felt the gravity of the decision you have made for millions of women. I see your reason and there is beauty behind it, but you have gone too far.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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