A Once in a Liftime letter!
As a Doctor, I receive many letters
but a number of years ago I received a letter
Dear Kevin, Margaret said,
I don't know where to begin...
She thought she had the flu and saw her doctor.
She was told that she had a bad case of the German measles
She was also pregnant.
She was told that the German measles or rubella
(fetuses who are infected with rubella during the first twenty weeks
The picture was very bleak
an abortion.
The poor woman now in tears
looked at the Dr. and said
"but I want my baby!"
The Dr. persisted in describing the hopeless and dark picture
She looked at him again and said
" I'll put my trust in God!"
She tried to block out those terrible words
blindness,
encephalitis,
growth defects,
neurological disorders,
mental retardation,
miscarriage,
stillbirth
For almost 9 months
she would awake night after night
sweating and screaming
as her husband tried to console her
from her nightmares.
With baited breath
Margaret went into labor
and was rushed to the hospital.
The child was born miraculously healthy,
Choices of worldly pleasures,
or
choices to follow the faith
This child would have made many
poor and potentially deadly choices,
if it were not for a
You see, I received this letter in 1973
"a new wind"
blew into the sails
For I am the broken fetus
I am the blind fetus,
who's mother patiently waited 18 years
I am the mentally retarded fetus
who went on to become a doctor,
to call others to healing and life
in this culture of death.
Finally, I am the stillborn fetus
that has given life to children of my very own now,
so I might share this wonderful letter
of my mom, with them ...
... and with you!
Dr Kevin Kulik practices on Long Island NY.
It is his hope and prayer to inspire the Catholic Chiropractor to
"Be Christ" to their patients by his stories.
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1 Comments:
Dear Kevin,
A true story but only the names have been changed.
One day one of my patients came in for her usual follow up visit for a typical sacroiliac problem. My schedule was at heavy that afternoon and I was bit over tired and was going to rescheduled her visit, but something told me differently. I usually listen to that something for I believe it was the Holy Spirit. Instead of preparing for her treatment, she sat down in the chair hinting to me she had something more to say than just good afternoon. I knew her mother had cancer and thought that she had worse news. Joan was a non practicing Jewish young woman and at times asked me spiritual questions. "Doctor I am pregnant", she said. . I was delighted for her, even though she was single. All life is a gift. But she said, ''my doctor told me I should have an abortion since I take anti depressive medication and now I am starting to bleed. I am single and have little support. I am schedule tomorrow. What shall I do?'' My reaction was without forethought. Joan you are a smart woman, you can support yourself and the baby with another job, your medication may not effect the baby, we can look that up, and you know this life is a gift not to be destroyed.' She responded, '' I know you are a Catholic and I want you to pray for me.'' I touch her abdomen and prayed in silence as hard as I could for both of them. That night the bleeding stopped and six months later she delivered a healthy baby boy who I held in my arms when he was just 4 hours old. Today I am the proud godmother of a 7 year old Jewish boy named Isaac.
Karen Shields Wright, DC
Connecticut
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