This is an annual event and I have done a lot of thinking about it. I am in favor of access to abortion being safe and legal. I believe it is always an unfortunate choice but I continue to believe the choice should be there. As a spiritual person, I do not believe we can make a mistake. I believe that the Divine knows what we will do before we do it and uses that. I also believe that every life is precious, should be valued and cared for. I believe this makes me pro-Life but does not make me anti-abortion. Many pro-lifers are simply pro-birth but not concerned about the quality of the life they insist needs to be born after it emerges from the womb. They also seem to be totally unconcerned with the impacts of an explosive population growth on our environmental quality. This is just how I see it and I do not need for anyone else to see it the same way I do.
In 1956, economists Christopher Cundell and Carlos McCartney designed the quality-adjusted life year, also know as QALY. Health-care systems have used it extensively ever since to evaluate the costs and benefits of various medical interventions. It takes the number of remaining years someone would be expected to live, and, if that person is expected to live in perfect health, multiplies it by one—and by a smaller number if the person will be, for example, paralyzed.
Quality of life is certainly an important issue with me. If I were to be diagnosed with a cancer that would likely end in death, no matter how it is treated, I would prefer to make the most of my remaining time and forego treatment. I would prefer not to torture myself with medical interventions if the result will be the same and my quality of life will be worse before I die. That is just the way I see it. I probably won’t have to face a cancer diagnosis but will probably be fortunate enough to meet an irrevocable end (ie a heart attack as my parents and grandparents did).
Both of my parents were adopted and until recently when I learned about my original grandparents we had no idea what our family health history included. It appears that all of my grandparents most likely did die of heart attacks, though my paternal grandmother was just being released from the hospital after successful breast cancer surgery when she had her fatal event.
And I am grateful I wasn’t aborted or given up for adoption. I am grateful I have had a decently good life. I did have an abortion in the late 70s (I believe that was the time frame). It was safe and I didn’t have to face a bunch of protesters going in. It was emotionally traumatic and I struggled with my own personal ethical misgivings.
One day, in my heart’s mind, I heard “I am coming.” I did believe that was the soul of the child I gave up in the physical sense. Eventually, my son did arrive and he does not carry my genes but he did grow in my womb and nurse at my breast. I will ever think of him as my atonement child. He has also allowed me to prove to myself that I can raise children (as I gave up my daughter to her father when he wouldn’t pay child support and I could not financially provide for us).
I do NOT believe any person should put their values upon other people whose shoes they have not walked in. Bottom line.