In 1967 I was unmarried -- there was no legal abortion at that time and my chiropractor sent me right away when he found out I was pregnant, to a M.D. friend of his for a series of hormone shots to try and abort the baby.

I didn't want to abort but everyone was against me, thought I was crazy and my initial great joy and sense of being specially blessed was quickly replaced by sadness and I went for the shots even though I cried hysterically through it.

That upset the doctor who said I didn't have to have the shots, but I made myself go through with it. He seemed surprised and disturbed. Then I went home and sobbed out my heart to God and prayed the shots would not work -- they didn't !!!

I have talked to my daughter about my experience and how glad I was and am that she is here  -- and I'm involved in pro-life activities.

Fortunately since the child lived it is not a tragedy -- though physically I have concerns for my daughters' condition as a result of the shots, time will tell if her reproductive system was affected. She has a severe learning disability and I can't help but feel it may be related to the shots. So and I have deep regrets I didn't act more independently at the time.