My second
job was bookkeeper and secretary for a pathologist who received excised organs,
limbs, tumors, tissue slides, and aborted fetuses from the area’s hospitals.
That was a ghoulish, smelly, and nauseating job. I knew I could learn a lot if
I could get past my personal beliefs, the smell of preserved flesh, and the
lugubrious laughter of the pathologist with his bushy eyebrows and a deep voice
that sent shivers down my spine every time he ordered his lab assistant to go
to the basement and retrieve a certain specimen floating in formaldehyde. His collection went back decades and only
certain people were privy to its contents. Newbies were always frightened and
most did not stay very long.
I was
responsible for billing hospitals for pathological examinations and diagnoses
of various specimens. Every Wednesday the boss ordered pizza for everyone and
we had to learn to eat around human body parts and slides with microscopic
tissue samples without throwing up. It was not difficult when I got pregnant because
I was throwing up anyway. I learned to take my lunch outside and tried to eat
in the fresh air. It was impossible to neutralize the smell of flesh and
formaldehyde that lingered in my nostrils.
What was the
most difficult to stomach, aside from handling dangerous and potentially
infectious parts and tissue, were the fully-formed fetuses that had been killed
and dismembered during abortion procedures. Life created by God was disposed of
by incineration just like any diseased body parts that had been removed during
surgery, studied under a microscope, and a diagnosis established.
When I
eventually left, a few months later, I was emotionally exhausted from crying
for all the babies that never got a chance to live and grow to adulthood. I
kept an electric candle on my desk all the time. I questioned what gave them
the right to take someone’s life that God had created, in the name of “reproductive
health.” If one is really interested in reproductive well-being, there are
thousands of OBGYNs who specialize in women’s reproductive health.
I felt the
same wave of nausea and threw up in my mouth when I watched the recently
surfaced Planned Parenthood video with the young doctor, stuffing her face with
salad and drinking red wine, talking glibly about harvesting baby body parts
more efficiently without crushing the “calvarium,” the baby’s skull, as if she
was talking about chopping up ingredients for a new dish she was cooking. She
seemed like a soulless cross between Margaret Sanger and Josef Mengele.
Margaret
Sanger (1883-1966), a eugenicist and alleged founder of Planned Parenthood,
editor of Birth Control Review
(1917-1938) was an early pioneer in “reproductive health.” She dedicated her
life to birth control and eugenics issues.
Dr. Josef
Mengele was infamous for his twisted and ghoulish experiments. His brutal “medical
research” was allowed to go on undisturbed in the concentration camp at
Auschwitz. Sadly, this monster was never brought to justice. He and other
masterminds of the Holocaust, the genocide of Jews, gays, priests, and gypsies,
were found to be psychologically normal, men of good standing in Nazi society.
Mengele, the
“Angel of Death,” tortured human beings and performed “experiments” of unspeakable
and macabre horror. He injected adults and children with toxic drugs and lethal
germs, put them into pressure chambers, castrated them, froze them to death,
gassed an entire wing of 750 women for having lice, performed experimental
surgery without anesthesia, made direct blood transfusions between twins, sex
change operations, injections with chemicals to change eye color, and removal of
organs and limbs.
I do not
understand progressives who accuse everyone of racism and hate crimes yet they place
no value on human life and remain heartless to the plight of millions of babies
aborted since Roe v. Wade, calling abortion a “choice.” Aside from instances
when a mother’s life is in danger, is it really a “choice” or is it ending the
life of a human being that wants to live?
The description of the job you had with the pathologist was so graphic and vivid that I felt that I was there observing the room. I'm glad I didn't read it before trying to go to sleep.
ReplyDeleteSorry, Paul, it was an awful atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteIleana