A young
lady visits the doctor . . .
I want you to kill my baby please.
That’s a
horrible thing to say. Why?
He’s inconvenient. It’s not the right time for
me to have a baby. I cannot cope. My social life will be ruined. My boyfriend
will not support me. Life’s just terrible.
I’m afraid I shall have to report your feelings
to social services and the police. How old is the baby?
15 weeks.
I’m sorry, but as a doctor I must think of the
child. It is my job to preserve life, not to kill.
But please don’t report me – I came to you for
help.
Where is the
child now?
Still inside me of course. Life begins at
conception. I’m 15 weeks pregnant.
Oh, I see! That’s different. A week on Tuesday
OK for the termination?