Today is the 40th anniversary of the Roe vs. Wade Supreme Court decision, which legalized abortion in America. Forty years. Fifty million babies aborted during them.
Tragic doesn't even begin to describe it.
It's estimated that 1 in 3 women will have an abortion in her lifetime. That means no one is unaffected by abortion. Look around you at college, at the grocery, even at Mass. Who is carrying the wounds, the heavy baggage, caused by abortion?
Less than a month ago, it happened in my own family. A relative and his wife were convinced by their doctor to choose abortion, to choose to end the life of their precious child.
Because of the likelihood of Down's syndrome. Because the doctor was sure this child wouldn't live more than a few hours after birth.
My heart is crushed by such logic, by such horrific advice. How can we think it's okay, even merciful, to end a life simply because it won't last long anyway?
My heart physically aches when I think of their decision. That they'll never hold this baby, never get to say goodbye as they look into her innocent eyes, if indeed she would have only lived a few hours. Instead they'll not only carry grief but now guilt as well.
I was overwhelmed by their decision and reflected on the misleading medical advice they were given. As a nurse, it angered me. And then I remembered a key phrase when I was in nursing school...and I realized that the smallest of lies can pave the way...
That phrase was Quality of Life. It came up in multiple textbooks and was always our goal for the patient. We want him or her to have quality of life. It sounds great, right? I want everyone to live a full life of love and joy and grace. Sure, I'm on board with this quality of life idea. But as I thought more about it, I stopped.
Wait. Wait a minute.
How are we measuring this quality of life? By whose standards?
And doesn't all life have quality?
My mind continued to come up with scenarios. An elderly patient with chronic pain. A young teenager in a wheelchair. A Down's syndrome baby. Who are we to say that their lives have any less quality than ours? Who decides these measurements of life?
No one but our God above. And to Him...
Every. single. life. matters.
|International Down Syndrome Coalition; shared on Facebook|
And ALL life has quality. Because a loving Father fashioned it with loving hands.
Oh, my Catholic Young Women. What a responsibility we have to educate, to pray, to fight this battle for life in our nation. We as women play such an important role, for we can explain that yes, we stand for women's rights and dignity...but abortion is never the answer. It tears women apart. It leaves them in despair, suicidal, confused, and alone. Women deserve better than abortion.
As always, I invite you to make a difference in your area by researching, by praying, and by speaking even just to one person. Every voice counts. And if you are going on the March for Life in Washington, D.C., this Friday, I just might see you there!