Rudy on Publicly-Financed Abortions (Must See)
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I always emerged from those operating rooms feeling more alive than when I had entered. I became energized by the act of operating, the hope of transplantation.
That was until my 83rd procurement. She was a 35-year-old Asian-American woman, like me. She was driving on a Southern California road when a drunken driver collided with her car. Three days later, brain-dead, on my operating table, she looked merely asleep. Her warm skin was taut, with few blemishes, and her full hips and thighs suggested a metabolism beginning to slow. Her toenails were painted pink.
The cadaver looked just like me
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