Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Planned Parenthood and Their Selling of Human Body Parts

What more do we have to hear? Planned Parenthood needs to be defunded and kicked out of our public schools. This is the 2nd video proving their involvement in selling human body parts.

You can view the other one here.

This is not a surprise to many of us; we just had to get proof. There's no better proof than hearing from the very ones doing it.

Even if those of us who are pro-life, meaning we are anti-abortion, set aside our personal disgust about killing babies, this obvious selling of human body parts is a clear violation of the law in and of itself.

God help us.
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Let's protect our little ones.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Life, Assumed

When my husband was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, all the doctors involved assumed he wanted to fight it, not succumb to it. Not one doctor asked him if he wanted to fight it; they simply gave him the best possible treatment plan, discussed its effectiveness and proceeded to schedule his chemotherapy and other necessary treatments. His desire for life was assumed. Defeating the cancer was assumed. Treatment was assumed. No one brought up an alternative or suggested he just let the cancer take its course.

Life, assumed.

So, why, then is life optional for the most helpless among us? I recently had a discussion on social media with a woman I don't know, but who is a friend of a friend. This woman was adamant about the necessity of abortion. She actually said it can be done humanely. I stood my ground with her. She brought religion into the discussion; I brought Jesus Christ. She brought the idea of choice and I said we have to choose on the side of life for those who can't choose it themselves. I realized through this discussion that we really aren't choosing life; we are simply wanting life, which was already chosen for these babies by God, to continue. To be assumed. The very fact that a baby is alive should cause us to assume life for that child, even while unborn.

This discussion was borne out of a recent video that shows a Planned Parenthood official talking casually about harvesting body parts from aborted babies. She spoke so casually about this, between bites of her lunch, that it seems she could be talking about having her nails done or grocery shopping.

You can watch the video here.

It's beyond disturbing.

However, it does negate Planned Parenthood's own theory that a baby in the womb is just a mass of cells. She doesn't talk about harvesting masses of cells; she talks about harvesting body parts, which she names.

Just as the doctors automatically assumed my husband wanted to fight his cancer and not let it take his life, we have to assume every baby wants to live simply because they are already alive.

When life is assumed, we protect it.
When life is assumed, we fight for it.
When life is assumed, we want it to continue.

Saving babies is easy, especially compared to the fight for life that cancer patients face. In their fight for life, cancer patients become very sick. They inconvenience themselves to a very large degree, putting up with horrific side-effects of chemotherapy, being poked and prodded (my husband has to give himself shots in his abdomen twice a day), wearing special equipment 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and deal with stark changes in their appearance.

Victims of accidents or wounded warriors choose life without limbs or their vision and other losses. On the battlefield, no one stops to wonder if that warrior wants to be evacuated for medical help. This is assumed. Firemen and rescue personnel at an accident scene automatically rescue people; their desire for life is assumed.

All we have to do to keep babies alive is simply not kill them. Easy.

Life assumed is a beautiful thing.
Assume life. For all.

Monday, July 6, 2015

It's the Little Things (Even at a Big Hospital)

During my husband's "chemo days," which he has every three weeks, I sit by his side and keep him company, get him water and food and help in any way I can. His chemo infusion lasts 8 hours, including a lumbar puncture to put a chemo drug directly into his spine.

One of my "jobs" during chemo is to go to the hospital cafeteria and get our lunch. They don't serve lunch to the patients in the treatment pods, so caregivers run for lunch.

One such time, David wanted a roast beef sub from Subway. If you've ever been to The Johns Hopkins Hospital, you know that there is a very nice cafeteria with hot and cold offerings, but there is also a food court with Subway, Einstein Bagels, A Couple of Mexican food places, a couple of chicken places, a pizza place and a Chinese food place. I buy our lunch every chemo day and take it back to the pod and we eat lunch together in his section of the pod.

So, as I did our lunch run this particular day, I walked through the "main loop" to the cafeteria and walked into a mad house. I suppose every pharmacist, doctor, nurse, technician and visitor decided it was lunch time because it was packed! As I made my way through the noisy crowd to Subway, I noticed, even from a distance, that the line was long.

I found a slight break in the line and asked the man standing to the right of the break if he was in line for Subway. That's when a little thing happened in a big hospital that made my day. He and the man behind him both said they were in line. I pointed to a long line of people and asked if the line went back that far; they both said yes.

Then the kind man said, "I think your line starts here," and took a step back, making room for me.

I said, "Oh, I don't want to cut in line."

The man behind the first man said, "You got a dollar?"

I said, "Yes, but I'm keeping my money! Thanks for the place in line." And, with a very grateful heart, I took the place they offered. I explained to the first man that my husband has cancer, is receiving his chemo and wanted a roast beef sub.

The man's voice was immediately filled with compassion and he said he was very sorry. He also said he has a friend who had been going through chemo but hadn't checked on him in a while. He promised he would be checking on his friend, and soon.

This made my day. I got to get through the line much faster, talk with some kind people and even be an instrument of reminder for someone who needed to contact a friend in need.

Little things in a big hospital seem like really big things.
I can do this. I can let someone cut in line and make their day in the process.