Patient Story

A Patient Story- The Finale

A Patient Story- The Finale

Ashley left the ultrasound room with a sense that a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The baby is Dave’s! So, when Sally asked her how she felt she couldn’t help but let a smile shine through. The one-night mistake was in the past, and now a new baby with a bright future was ahead. Sally then asked Ashley if she was part of any church or religious organization. Ashley was a little surprised, but she knew it was a genuine question and not an accusation. She was raised within a Catholic home when she was younger, but as she got older she never had a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.  Sally walked her through the Gospel presentation and focused on how important is was for Ashley to have a relationship with Jesus. Ashley’s heart was softened, and she was tearfully moved to receive Jesus as her Lord and Savior.

Months later as Sally was following up with Ashley, she heard of the wonderful birth of a healthy, chunky little girl. She had also started attending a local church with her husband and the kids.

From Ashley’s first web search to her final ultrasound at TCLC, none of it would have been made possible without the continued support from our donors. Whether it was a one-time gift at a fundraiser, or through our monthly giving program, every donor has helped make stories like this one possible.  For every ten stories like this, nine of the women choose life, and the donors are a critical part in making it all happen for His Glory!

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A Patient Story- Part 2

A Patient Story- Part 2

“Good afternoon, TCLC. This is Sally. How can I help you?” I answer eagerly. It’s the first call of the day. I have a stack of charts on my desk, but I appreciate a break to answer the phone. The woman on the line sounds really nervous, so I use my friendliest voice, “Sure, what type of an appointment were you wanting to make?”

 

“I need to stop a pregnancy,” she says with difficulty. Oh no. This is the call I prayed for this morning. I pull out my script. I need to get this right. This might be my only chance to reach her. “Well, have you had your pregnancy confirmed?” This is a matter of life and death. These next few moments are going to be hard. Lord help me! “Okay,” I start as I turn the page to the next section, “Before you make any choices about your pregnancy, I would recommend making an appointment to confirm that the pregnancy is viable. We can schedule you for tomorrow afternoon. The nurse will give you another pregnancy test, and if it’s positive we will confirm with an ultrasound. You will also be able to talk with an advocate to discuss your options. How does that work?” It feels like hours go by during the silence as I wait. I think of the little beating heart that is in her womb beating in rhythm with mine as we wait. Lord, please protect this baby and give the mother the courage!  “Ok,” she says suddenly. It sounds like there is a spark of hope. Thank you, Lord! I quickly get her information and schedule her for the earliest appointment: tomorrow.

 

It’s the next day and I’m sitting at my desk with Michele, our Patient Advocate, to update her on the patients for the day. I pause, pulling up the file from yesterday’s call. Michele notices my hesitation. “This patient… she called here wanting an abortion,” I say as I hand it over to her. I look into Michele’s eyes, and I can tell it means as much to her as it does me.  This moment is all we are able to share when Ashley, the patient, comes in the door. She has two young kids in tow and a friend to watch them. Michele gets up and I’m left in my office with only soft voices trailing down the hallway.

 

Michele takes Ashley into the consultation room. The door closes. They sit across from each other, and Michele starts with the patient intake packet as Ashley lowers her eyes. That night at the bar flashes back in her head. Michele can see that Ashley is struggling as her eyes start to water. She reveals that she is worried that she might be pregnant from someone not her husband. She says her husband knows that she took a positive home test, but that’s it. Ashley then asks medical questions about abortion, but Michele suggests talking to the nurse about it. Michele then gives her an abortion brochure which summarizes side effects, costs, procedures and fetal development during that trimester. Just then Sue, the nurse, walks in. “Well your test is positive.  Now we will perform an ultrasound to confirm viability.” Ashley only nods. Michele can see the worry growing deeper in her eyes.

 

Sue and Michele take Ashley into the room with the ultrasound machine. As they walk past my office, I see Ashley is wrestling intensely with her thoughts but walking as though she was in complete control. I take comfort in knowing that soon the ultrasound will reveal a new hope for her. Sue goes over a brief health history and then proceeds to scan Ashley’s abdomen. After locating the baby, she prints off a couple of pictures for Ashley. “Unfortunately, you’re not far enough along for us to get an accurate measurement of gestational age. I recommend you come back next week and we can confirm how many weeks pregnant you are. Would you be interested in being tested for an STD?” Again, Ashley only nods her head. She then asks Sue her questions about abortion. “If I get an abortion, would my regular doctor’s office be able to tell? Will it be reported to anyone? If I take the pill, would my husband be able to tell if I just told him I had a miscarriage?” Sue answers gracefully and professionally.

 

Back in the consultation room, Ashley says she needs to go, so Michele quickly sets a return appointment for a repeat ultrasound. Michele comes into my office, and tells me what Ashely said the outcome of her pregnancy must be…..

 

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE…

 

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A Patient Story- Part 1

A Patient Story- Part 1

I’m sitting in the bathroom. It’s still early, the kids aren’t up and I’m sitting here shaking with anxiety. I wait for my husband to leave so I can take the test. I couldn’t look at his face when he left. If this test is positive, it can’t be positive, I can’t be pregnant. I can’t tell him it might not be his.

My phone timer rings with a loud beep and I nearly fall off the edge of the tub. It’s the moment of truth. I stretch my neck over towards the sink and peek at the test. The anxiety deepens. My heart stops for what feels like an hour. Two lines. Two blue lines. I can’t believe this happened to me.

It’s now a few sleepless days later and I know my time is running out. I can’t keep the….. I can’t be pregnant. I was out with my friends after work one night. I might have had one too many drinks, but I wasn’t out of control. That’s when I ran into Mike. It didn’t start out to be anything. It just happened. Oh no. This is making it worse. That’s it, I must go take care of this before I start showing. Before my husband finds out… before anyone finds out. Tonight. I’ll make the phone call tonight.

I google Planned Parenthood and call the first number that comes up. “Good afternoon, TCLC this is Sally. How can I help you?” the voice on the phone answered. “Hi, I’d like to schedule an… appointment,” I squeeze out. I wasn’t nervous before, but now that I’m on the phone—this is real. “Sure, what type of an appointment were you wanting to make?” She sounds friendly, but it doesn’t help. “I need to stop a pregnancy.” I got it out. I guess it wasn’t that bad. “Have you had your pregnancy confirmed?” She said a little concerned, but I thought that was weird. What does it matter to them? “I took a home pregnancy test. I’m pretty sure.” I’m done now. Just let me make my appointment! “Okay. If you make an appointment we will confirm with another pregnancy test, and if it’s positive then we will do an ultrasound as well as STD testing. Can you do tomorrow at noon?” I make the appointment. A spark of hope has started to trickle in. Maybe I’m not pregnant. Maybe I’ll miscarry and that will fix everything!

It’s the next day and I arrive for my appointment. It’s a nice place. I’ve never been to Planned Parenthood before, but it looks just like any other doctor’s office. But as I filled out the paperwork I noticed I was at TCLC. I was still getting what I needed, so I stay. The anxiety is still there. That night flashes in my head. It was stupid. I’m stupid. I can’t believe I let this happen. I need to fix this. Now I’m sitting in a room with Michelle (they called her an advocate), and the nurse, Sue, walks in. “Well your test is positive, so please come with me across the hall and we can discuss our other services.” Wham. My heart sinks. It’s really true. I can only nod my head. Hopefully the ultrasound will give me better news. A few minutes later I’m on the table and my gaze is locked on to the black and white monitor on the wall. She moves around the probe on my stomach and then stops in the middle. “And there is your pregnancy,” she said making random clicks on the machine. She was right. I couldn’t escape it now. She prints me a few pictures and I bury them in my purse.

Later that night as I’m picking up the kids toys in the living room my husband walks in from the bedroom with the ultrasound pictures in his hand. Oh no. I slump into the couch. “Honey! You’re pregnant! That’s great! When are you due?” My chest feels like an elephant just sat on me. My lips are cracking. My throat is dry. What am I supposed to say? How do I fix this?

 

…TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT NEWSWLETTER!

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Our Front Row Seat

The Lord has brought us several abortion-minded and abortion-determined patients already this year. Although difficult as this may sound, we have seen the Lord bless our mission with many of these women who have decided to parent. One patient in particular comes to mind. She was getting ready to start rehab, not in a stable living condition. The father of the baby was not around so she felt it was not fair to keep the baby.

She listened intently to all her options, closely watching the ultrasound screen. When she saw her little tiny baby on that screen, she was visibly emotional. She thought she saw a hand and stated, “It’s already a little person!” The ultrasound allowed our patient to see the truth of what was in her womb and she decided to keep her baby.

Stories like this one would not be possible without our devoted staff, volunteers, and donors. We thank you for your continued support inTCLC’s vision to reach the right women, at the right time, and serve them in the right way for the greatest possible gain on behalf of patients, babies, staff, donors, the organization, the community, and our God.

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