on tv
Last night I watched a medical show about a woman who was pregnant for 46 years. The baby had died and turned to stone inside her, calcified in a shell, entombed, they kept saying. I was sorry when they chose to take it from her, after her body had cradled it for so long. It seemed that the two should remain forever entwined, become entombed together. But there it was, the baby she had denied, willed herself to forget, halved on an examining table, a secret beached for the world to see.
The woman said she felt a great weight had been lifted, that now, at 75, she could move on. Unnatural science brought to bear on grotesque nature, restoring the Right, the Normal, and easing her physical pain. The doctors spoke with excitement, the woman with resignation and relief.
The woman said she felt a great weight had been lifted, that now, at 75, she could move on. Unnatural science brought to bear on grotesque nature, restoring the Right, the Normal, and easing her physical pain. The doctors spoke with excitement, the woman with resignation and relief.
posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 9:26 AM
2 Comments:
"a secret beached for the world to see."
you always think of the most eloquent way of saying something. i love that.
what a story, huh? wonder if that is gonna happen to me. probably not. i think my baby will want to get out and play with her sisters :-)
damn is all I can say
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