I have to agree with Mike. I would have killed him, the doctor, and probably myself.  Any doctor with a soul would have refused to perform such an awful act of butchery. I hope the father burns in hell forever for what he did along with everyone who treats their children and others with such cruelty.

Teddi:  Please contact me at the above address NOW!!! Richard

I very recently had the wonderful fortune to discover on this site Rebecca Anne Stewart.  She has an exceptional epic to tell.  A word of warning, however,  don't begin to read unless you have a full day available and at least five large boxes of tissues.

Rebecca Anne Stewart

"If ye dinna' ken who she be, then look to the Tartan, the Kilt.  If nothing else she be a Lady an' a Stewart.  Never's the more need be said.

Ye dinna ken what it is to be a Stewart?   Ar' ye daft?

Tis no history the youn' be kno'ng these days.

Read her story.  If naught else then learn what proud history she herself is makin'.

Aye, she be a Stewart no less, and she be Grand.  No'ne may deny her that.  It radiates fro' her as light fro' the sun.  Ye canna see then ye be blind as well as daft."

I am sorry you have become so angry...
I suppose if I had not been so shocked I may have resorted to that final solution myself,  without God I probably would have done so both to them and to myself.

The story was written many, many years before I consented to allow others to read it.   My doctors (Psychiatrists all) recommended that I write it "out" in an effort to purge myself of the memories...
It didn't accomplish that which they had hoped...

Personnally, I did not speak to my Father for nearly 15 years and over the two years following the operation  (once each week)  when I was taken to the Doctor for a shot (presumably steroids of some kind) I called him a murderer.   This was unkind of me for when a child is "underage" (determined solely by chronology) the parents or parent have the final say (that is the law at both that time and this).   The "child's" desires are just beginning to hold a small sway in courts.
The doctor after those two years of shots closed his practice and moved to another state.   I hope he may understand that I now comprehend his position and am no longer bearing him ill will.
My father and I "made up" near the end of those 15 years and became good freinds some years before his death.
I recently read once again my story and I still find tears (a lot of tears).

I have wondered what became of My Jerry, Catherine, and of the MANY others whom I came to love.

If I may be strong enough I shall write of those dark years following that fateful day September 6, 1955...
And of the final decision I made and am pursuing...

You see...   Traumatic events have a way of causing us to remember them...

God Bless you all and may you find peace and goodwill toward others and (most importantly) YOURSELVES.

Teddi

 I sat and read this story in one setting. I could not stop, it was that intriguing. By the time I reached the end, I was so mad, I wanted to scream. How a doctor could butcher a patient like that is totally beyond me, knowing they were pregnant. Also, a parent that would do that to their child does not deserve to live. Had it been me, I personally would have killed them. You are much stronger than me, as I could not have continued to live. I thought that my life had been pretty bad until reading this story.