When I was eight months pregnant I developed a pulmonary embolism and was rushed to the hospital. At the time, I seriously thought that chest pain, severe shortness of breath and swollen extremities were standard operating procedure, right along with baby showers, weight gain and a glowing complexion.
A mad dash to the emergency room in Duluth and two weeks in the hospital convinced me otherwise.
I will always be grateful to the doctors and nurses who saved my life during a very frightening time in our lives.
In my 9th month, I gave birth to a robust baby boy.
Before we left the hospital the doctor told my husband— that in no uncertain terms—-we should never be pregnant again.
Faced with a potential life or death situation… the issue of birth control moved front and center in our lives. Luckily future pregnancy prevention was available and I am here today to celebrate joyous and life affirming events including our son’s wedding this summer to a wonderful woman…. with the hope that one day I will live long enough to be a grandma.
My story is mine and has a happy ending. But over the years I have listened to the heart-rending stories of other women who have been faced with more difficult decisions involving birth control and pregnancy termination.
Their stories have strengthened my belief that our government and politicians should stand down and defer to the decisions made between a woman and her doctor.
Coming of age in the 1970’s–I cannot imagine a time when family planning options are not available. Yet, it seems there are those who are willing to chip away at a woman’s right to own and control our bodies. In honor of the women who fought to make choice a reality I will fight to maintain the right for other women to access affordable birth control and access to reproductive healthcare.