There's always a reason for living
By Dorothy May
I was born with a rare bone disease called osteogenesis imperfecta. At the time I was born, technology was not as advanced as it is today, so the doctors couldn't tell I was not "perfect," until I was born.
On December 8, 1959, I was born with more than 25 broken bones, and many other bones were healed, bent and disfigured. The doctors gave me to my parents on a pillow and said something like, "Take her home and enjoy her, because she probably won't live past Christmas."
With the Lord's help, I proved them wrong that time and many other times since. My life has not been a "piece of cake," but then, whose life is? Through the Lord's help, I have had many happy times.
I've been married twice (my first husband passed away) and my life is a good one. But would I have had this chance at life if those same doctors that said I wasn't going to live when I was born had been able to counsel my mother to have an abortion because I was less than "perfect" and I would only be in pain and a burden to my family? It makes me so angry when I hear doctors on movies or on TV say things like that!
Doctors have been known to be wrong a lot of times, and how many of those times has that mistake caused a baby's death and a mother's pain? I really wish I could shake the media, abortion supporters, and the doctors who promote abortion when I hear lines like, "He or she would be better off aborted than to put them and you through so much pain and heartache." Give me a break! Those doctors aren't worried about the child or the mother--nine times out of ten they're thinking of the quickest, easiest, and most monetarily easy way to "get rid of the problem."
This is something that really bothers me and I wish I could get people to realize what really is happening.
Dorothy May lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.