This week in my lifespan psych class we are on the subject of fetal development. Besides watching the Miracle of Life (I have stopped counting the number of times I've watched it) we watched some videos on new advances in intrauterine, fetal surgery and IVF. I broke down (good thing this was homework and not in class!). All throughout the IVF video I just saw the faces of babies and toddlers I've met in orphanages around the world. I have friends who are infertile and only have a small grasp on how devastating that must be. I can understand how those strong emotions have fueled this industry. However, my mind is having trouble realizing the two realities exist in my world. The thousands of dollars on fertility treatments and yet adoption is "so expensive" and "involved".
The IU surgeries were truly breath taking and amazing. But how do I reconcile that with just wishing poor women overseas could actually go to a hospital that is clean...where they won't have to sit on a bed or chair with someone else's blood or amniotic fluid....A hospital where preemies could be given a chance and not a death sentence at less than 34 weeks! Maybe a cure for preeclampsia that kills up in the tribs? How many people in my own country (including me) have no insurance and its financially out of reach?
I don't know that I say one is right or wrong, I'm just suddenly faced with a culture shock that I'm sure will hit me again as I enter this crazy thing known as US healthcare.
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