annette tison

I don't know why I still have these days. I am old, and my conceiving days are over. But then, as my neighbour Kristen, a wise woman, pointed out to me, why would these days start happening at thirteen years of age, for that matter. We cannot turn nature off and on as we please. And nature has been good to me, I am the last one to complain. I have a healthy son and a healthy daughter, they materialized in my womb, no test tubes involved, they were born on our own bed, and I nursed them with my own two breasts that are cancer free to this day. Things that one would wish normal on everybody. One would think. The Dutch government may well fall over this wish. Doctors are now able to determine whether an embryo of just a few cells carries an hereditary form of breast cancer. Or bowel cancer. They were already doing Huntington's and something else, it doesn't come to me now. It's just two terrible illnesses more. But there is a Christian splinter in government, it was needed to form a majority, complicated. And I am so sure that had it just been the bowel cancer, it would have been silently added to the available medical arsenal. But breasts make these Christian men rise and preach hell and damnation. They call it ethics, but that's their way of fooling us.