This account is necessary reading for pro-lifers who grow slack in the Cause:
A few minutes passed and I found myself no longer praying for Our Savior to be there with me. I prayed for Him to hold the 18 other hands. I needed Him to walk those 18 precious babies home. As the tears moistened the tape and matted my hair, I saw him... My stomach still turns when I think back to this image. The doctor ripped off his latex gloves, threw them into a waste bin in the hall and went into the next room. When the vacuum started up again, I resumed praying. The kind of prayer where no words form, no sounds slip from mouths, just an internal kind of silent wail that may not be noticed by someone sitting next to you, but undoubtedly shakes the far corners of Heaven. I was all too aware that this had become my mode of opening up my heart to God lately, and that day, my wails were louder than ever before.
Women are caught in the middle of this lie. Prayers for the medical staff in this industry, prayers for the women trapped and used, prayers for the babes cut down. Mary, Queen of Angels, pray for us!