The hours dragged on with no response from Lisa. In desperation I began one more time. Dear Lisa, please, please... and once again no response. For nine long, long days there was no response. I had stopped checking my emails and resigned myself to never knowing any more about Lisa. Had I failed miserably in my attempts to persuade her not to abort her baby? Was this nothing but a hoax all along? I may never know.
The email notification sounded on my phone. I open the mail app. In bold print was the name Lisa Sanders!
"Thank you so much. I will (call) when I get phone minutes. I have asthma and Cerebral Palsy and people are telling me that they wouldn't have it if they were me. I have even been told that "people as stupid as me should be stopped from conceiving". I feel selfish to want it and to want to keep it when I might not be able to run after it. I know I would be risking a lot, maybe even my life to have it. But what if it could have a life without the problems I have? People make me feel guilty because I would need assistance in order to have it and maybe even after and I just feel so confused. I just don't know how I would feel if I didn't have it. I know a girl that had hers taken out after telling me that she was four months along. Honestly, I can barely breathe sometimes but what if I survive and it survives too? I know I could give it away but I spent years in foster care and I saw too many examples of adoptions that.... I don't know I just feel glad that you responded to me,thank you."
Cerebral palsy and asthma? My word! I was in over my head. As I was reading Lisa's email a text message came in.
Pro Life Utah is helping raise money to help Bryonna with her medical expenses.
"Yes. Who is this?"
For the next two and a half hours Lisa questioned me by text message about my own experience.
"Was the regret instant or did it come years later?" she ask.
"It was both." I took a deep breath and began to tell her about that traumatic day so long ago.
As I lay on that cold table, convinced that this was the best thing to do, the suction machine roared in my ears like a jet engine. There was pain but it was over in an instant and all that was left was a darkness that could be felt more than seen. I could sense death all around me and there was a searing pain piercing my heart. Tears ran down the sides of my face. I had not expected this. Dear God! What had I done?
I remember the ride home. The sky was blue but it was cold outside. My heart was heavy and the tears flowed in a continuous stream. I stared out the side window of the car in a daze and there among the clouds I swear I could see a blonde haired, blue eyed, little boy.
This was, without question, the most devastating day of my entire life. But things would get worse, much worse.
I would later find out Lisa's real name is Bryonna. This is a true story that is unfolding even as I write this. Even I do not know how the story ends. But we do know that Bryonna's medical bills are mounting and she has been unable to work. Please consider donating to this courageous young woman.