Life Support, Anyone?
Pro-Life Physician Answers the Challenge
Jan/Feb 2000 Lay Witness
Reproduced with permission
Katherine Schlaerth
I objected to this commandeering of a nurse who
clearly felt uncomfortable assisting at an abortion . . .
After that occurrence, I found that my fellow
physicians in our department were distancing
themselves from me, even those who claimed to be
"pro-life." Everyone was afraid that a show of
support would put jobs in jeopardy.
I have been a physician at a premier private
university medical school in California for a couple
of decades. One day, about eight months ago, a
fellow physician came to me and said that a nurse
had been told to assist at an abortion in our
department of family medicine and had left the room
after the procedure crying and calling herself a
murderer.
I was well aware that our new department chairman
prided himself on doing procedures, abortions being
high on his list. Almost none of the nurses wanted
to assist, so occasionally nurses from outside the
system were hired to come in and help him end a
baby's life. On this occasion, he was unable to hire
an outsider and so harnessed one of our regular
nurses who'd apparently even signed a statement of
conscience asking to be excluded from the procedure.
I objected to this commandeering of a nurse who
clearly felt uncomfortable assisting at an abortion,
having earlier protested about the fact that family
physicians were doing these brutal terminations in
the first place. My protests had been met with an
attitude of dismissal prior to the "nurse episode."
After that occurrence, I found that my fellow
physicians in our department were distancing
themselves from me, even those who claimed to be
"pro-life." Everyone was afraid that a show of
support would put jobs in jeopardy.
But my decision to actually leave the
university's department of family medicine was
finally forced upon me by a weather-beaten couple
who came into the clinic early one morning with an
urgent request for a common drug used mostly for
stomach ailments. Their demands were made loudly and
urgently and accompanied by a pathetic tale of
bedside vigils with a family member whose illness
was potentially life-threatening. Worry had worn the
mother to a frazzle, and she'd decided the only
solution to the stress in her life was to abort the
"accidental pregnancy" she'd carried for over a
month and a half.
She was obliged with a prescription, from another
physician, for a common anti-cancer drug called
methotrexate, which she was gravely warned would
damage her fetus, making termination mandatory. She
must not miss her next appointment for the drug
which would complete the work of the first. I did
not give her the second drug, nor did I give her an
appointment to get it. Somehow, another physician
magically appeared-probably summoned frantically by
the clerk who saw the makings of a conflict of
momentous proportions - who was most happy to comply
with the by now infuriated couples' request.
After this event, I got to thinking. Abortions
were now being done in the backroom of our facility,
and resident physicians were learning the
procedures. I'd brought up the point that abortions
did not sit well with patients who may be in the
very same clinic for infertility problems, and most
mothers would not especially like to have their
toddlers vaccinated right next door to where kids a
year or so younger were being killed. My
economically based protests got nowhere.
Though being named "teacher of the year" two
weeks earlier by our family medicine residents, and
seeing the largest number of patients of all the
providers assigned to our clinic, I realized that my
economic and teaching attributes paled in importance
to the right of the abortionists in our group
practice to empty whatever uteruses they pleased,
under whatever conditions they pleased. It was time
for me, with great heaviness of heart, to leave this
facility.
My story is far from unique. Another physician
faced exactly the same situation at the state
university which is known as our cross-town rival,
and also submitted his resignation rather than work
in a clinic where abortion-on-demand was practised.
Up north in the San Francisco Bay area, a physician
who was the mother and sole support of three young
children related in a whisper how she would try to
talk young girls into avoiding premarital sex, or
into carrying a pregnancy to term, but feared that
any open acknowledgment of her pro-life persuasion
would mean the loss of her job. Nurses and other
healthcare providers who object to abortions are
similarly harassed, forced to resign, or ridiculed
in many areas of our fair state and nation. What
does this mean for the public?
As more and more healthcare workers who have a
life ethic that values each individual are
systematically discouraged from practising their
beliefs, and as attrition forced by a hostile
workplace depletes their numbers, young doctors and
nurses are increasingly taught by those who believe
that life has little value when it is not perfect,
or is not desired by others. Oregon already has a
law that legalizes physician-assisted suicide. A
similar bill is under active consideration in the
California State Assembly. Already I've had patients
who fear that admission to the hospital will put
their care in the hands of those who may end their
lives if a cure doesn't seem possible.
Fortunately, at present, this possibility is
rather remote. But will that always be the case? In
Holland, terminations have increased in number and
safeguards have decreased over the years. "Damaged"
newborns are put to death if their parents consent.
Back at Princeton, the new chair of the Ethics
Department actually espouses the killing of babies
with major congenital problems. Medicine's
philosophy is slowly swinging from allegiance to the
individual patient toward duty to the larger
community. People believe the world is becoming too
crowded. The logical outcome of a simultaneous
consideration of these two factors is decreased
attention to the medical needs of patients
considered too much of a social burden.
Football season will never be the same again.
When I hear the strains of our beloved "Conquest,"
played by our marching band decked out in the
plumbed helmets as our white mascot gallops proudly
around the track, there will be pride in our
football warriors, but it will be mixed with
sadness. Our Trojan horse looks beautiful on the
outside, but I also know that our institution on the
inside has lost its way. We have embraced a culture
that values convenience over the right of each
individual to live his or her life as planned by the
Author of all life from the beginning of time.