Until the day I brought some religious pamphlets in and set them on the table for reading later. When I returned home? She was livid !!! She glared at me with her icy blue eyes shaking the pamphlets when I walked in the door saying, “Are THESE yours!!!! WHERE did they come from !!! Confused, I explained a religious group came by and I was on my way to work so ~ I simply took the items and placed them on the table closest to the door in case she was interested as was I.
We were having a hard time having a baby and decided to try in vitro. After we went to the fertility guy he sent me to an ObGyn so he could examine me and get me started on medications, so I’d produce a lot of eggs to harvest. In my younger college years I always believed in abortion but thankfully never had a need for one. After the exam the doctor handed me a form to sign for “selective termination” if I got pregnant with more than two fetuses. I read it and felt utter revulsion for this man, and said I couldn’t sign it and they’d just have to only transplant two embryos each time.
He muttered, “You’ll feel differently after you go through this a few times.” I told him that it was simply ethically wrong for me to implant 6–10 embryos then just tell him to “terminate all but 1–2. I just couldn’t do it. Later in the first cycle I had severe ovarian pain. There’s a syndrome where they overstimulate the ovaries and they can get as big as a huge softball and that’s what I had. Basically it was a medical emergency. I was working full time and had my own practice, so I couldn’t just leave. I called him and told him about the intense abdominal pain and that I couldn’t physically stand up straight because my abdomen muscles were splinting so hard, and I’d been taking a half of a percocet every 4 hours to get through seeing pts.
He said, “If you think that hurts just wait til….” OMG I was so angry I would have hit him if it had been in person. He didn’t want to see another doctor telling him something was really wrong, who KNEW when something was seriously wrong! I made it through but told hubby I was never going back to that A hole (Mind you we had paid CASH up front in the days when insurance didn’t pay anything for such treatments, and it was a LOT) I hope he starved himself out of medicine. I told hubby to sue him if I died, and I NEVER thought I’d sue another doctor.
My father was a pretty stubborn old guy. He had live alone for more than 30 years and was always fiercely independent. More than once he brushed away his kids offers of assistance. After treatment for prostate cancer in his late 70’s he began to fail physically. My sister who lived 3 hours from him was trying to keep up on him but as she worked full time , and had a family, she was very stretched to see him more than once a week, sometimes longer.
Then she said loudly and sternly, “NO!!!! I don’t want any of this on my table or in my home!…If YOU want it~take it and keep it in your room.” I said, “ok??!” Trying to figure out the anger, she never said she was an atheist or whatever. Well, several things over the next 2.5 months gave indication that she may have been practicing in the dark arts. So~ I had to leave that place quickly. She wanted me to stay, however, I simply couldn’t.