Diary of a Dublin Landlady

Showing posts with label FFA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FFA. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Debate Deadline before Dail Rises



Slick and Colourful
I could win a pub trivia quiz on Oireachtas members by now, especially the courageous rural representatives.

Enda and Michéal were sparring over the #anglotapes and blaming each other like the cost centres do when the TV doesn’t work because they’ve unplugged scarts, hdmls/whatever cables for playstation or xBox. There’s no den now with gentlemen lodgers in residence. I had quite a rant when I found a blank screen and couldn’t catch up with Vincent Browne and his hissy fits.

I arrived at Dail Question Time yesterday morning, invited by the Termination for Medical Reasons (TFMR) group. John Halligan, Waterford TD was requesting the Taoiseach to add an amendment to the Bill to include Fatal Foetal Abnormality.

The chamber hushed as he spoke. It’s a subject on which the members daren’t scream or throw abuse at each other. Deputy Halligan indicated the group of women in the gallery, as a latecomer I was seated amongst a group of strangers. He spoke of the crisis of conscience some members were having on the Bill and reiterated that 1,500 women endure the traumatic news that their baby won’t live, each year in Ireland. 80% of those women travel abroad rather than prolong the agony. They too have a crisis of conscience. Every day four devastated couples receive this terrible news.

He spoke of one woman who could not attend, her story was so traumatic I would not repeat it here.

I was very, very disappointed with the Taoiseach’s response. His tone had all the gravitas of someone who gave a damn, but it was nothing but clotted cream going sour. He spoke of a woman he knew who chose to carry the baby with fatal foetal abnormality to term, to hold it as it died, and the comfort that it gave her. She is lucky she had the choice to do that. Why didn’t he care enough to talk to a woman who had to make the other choice? And listen. If I hear the word compassion again from a naysayer… *breathe* 

Hmmm. Excuse the twitter creep into these latter posts, it’s a cross pollination, please bear with me, while I adjust from the 140 character space into the rambling blog arena.

Afterwards, at a press conference chaired by Richard Boyd Barrett over in Buswells, the speakers included Sarah and James from TFMR who have both experienced separate traumatic experiences, including having the ashes of their babies couriered home to them in an envelope *deep breathe*.

I noticed Fiach Mac Conghail sitting at the front and wondered what the director of the Abbey Theatre was doing there. When he spoke, I realised, of course he is a senator and, significantly, the Taoiseach’s nominee. He said he was there to bear witness and decried the ‘debasement of women’ through the present legislation.

Joe Higgins pointed out that the Ceann Chomhairle cannot block the proposal of an amendment at debate stage, so it will be raised.

Senator Averil Power quoted my case, D v Ireland 2006, and on the basis of the State’s defence, she anticipated the legislation will go to the Supreme Court.

Roisin Shortall was at pains to tell me that what the Attorney General says, goes. I thought it was just the pope who was infallible. I know that every point can be argued several ways, which is what happened in D v Ireland and Miss D v HSE argued by the same barrister, Gerard Hogan, now a judge.

I asked John Halligan what was the realistic chance of getting the amendment added, at least he and his cross party colleagues were unanimous in stating that they would not stop until it was legislated for.

Outside in the sunshine, I noticed some pretty young girls and a young man holding placards outside the Dáil, nothing strange about that these days. Except it is usually the aged and disenfranchised who do their best to seek attention on that stretch of footpath. They were tall, healthy, slim women with touches of natural make-up; two wore a striking Chanel rouge lipstick. A woman with her back turned was walking up and down the line as if she was a choir mistress, getting them to repeat their lines.

I thought, ‘this is the time to talk, to ask some questions,’ I crossed the road and approached the young woman with the placard ‘Doesn’t Save Lives’ on it and tried to ask her what it meant, as we know a woman died because she was denied a termination last October in Galway. I was whisked away by the choir mistress, ‘I’ll talk to you,’ she urged.
‘But I want to ask that girl what she thinks’, I protested.

There was absolutely no way I could be allowed talk to the fembots holding the actual placards. I use that term because they were being treated like that by their leader. I had a reasonable conversation with her until she said ‘research shows women who terminate in the case of FFA suffer more trauma’ in calm tones I responded,

(1)  There is no research in Ireland on that subject.
(2)  The trauma is because they are told to leave the hospital and the country
(3)  You don’t need the rest repeated.

This woman was well trained in obfuscation, interruption and deployment of questions; I’m not convinced the women holding the placards could speak English.

At the funeral this morning of a very special old lady who died suddenly on Sunday, I was taken aback to hear the priest preach on the same subject from the altar, seeking guidance for the legislators on this Bill. This was the final farewell opportunity of her family and friends, a time to contemplate her life and show respect, but the *church* saw fit to use the opportunity for a campaign manifesto.

R.I.P.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Room to Improve.. Protection of Women and Children



Ireland on the Edge
If I don’t get out of landladyhouse soon, I could become agoraphobic, and I mean agora, in (one of) the Greek sense, fear of going to the supermarket.

On Thursday my GP took one look at my throat, squeezed my neck, I screamed, he said ‘yes, glands are doing their job, pharyngitis.’ 

Great, I think, I’m going to get real medicine to get rid of this 4 day affliction. 

‘I don’t think it’s an infection, it looks viral.’
Pleading eyes.
‘But I’ll give you a basic antibiotic; if it gets worse in two days, take them.’
Straight to the chemist, I think.
‘You must be very run down,’ he says. 
I decide I’ll broach the subject not mentioned in eleven years.
‘Yes, maybe I am, have you seen the… papers?’
‘Very brave of you,’ he muses.
I told him how I’d listened to presentations from GP’s at the Oireachtas hearings, and a GP in a ‘Doctors for Choice’ briefing. I said how it was obvious that the GP was the first port of call when a woman thought she was pregnant, crisis or not. We remembered how it was in that very surgery that I sat and got the good news confirmed that I was pregnant with Son 1 and 2.

‘Yes, we are the ones that see the mother first, talk about how she feels, make the obstetrician referrals, amazing how we’re not included in this.’

He meant the list of specialists designated to assess, approve, confirm, when a suicidal pregnant woman presents. Can’t see it working myself.

‘I don’t remember any discussion here at the time about your case,’ he said, perplexed.

In hindsight, it might have been better to have discussed it in the surgery, to have at least garnered some sympathy. But by the time I got the diagnosis, there were three obstetricians unable to help. Having been told by a barrister friend to tell nobody that I decided to travel, I actually feared telling my GP. At that time, I imagined the police being called to restrain me from leaving my house. Where I'm still in bed with nothing to do but write and finish a book review.

In the week that we had the crèche exposé and subsequent handwringing and emergency debating in the Dail, I couldn’t help see the glaring hypocrisy of reactive regulation. Despite the fact HSE people are paid to carry out the function, it failed, multiple times and places. So the government reacted when it hit them in the face, committees will be set up, reports will be commissioned. One creche was given a million euro in State funding last year, it's simple enough make them spend it on actual trained staff and a few Ikea cots wouldn't break the bank. 

The same week Minister of Health Reilly said it was 'extremely difficult' to include FFA (fatal foetal abnormality) a current, live issue, in the legislation, with a Human Rights case to support it.

Instead it is legislating for the X case twenty-one years later because the spotlight fell on Ireland in the wake of the death of a woman in Galway left to die. The legislation clearly has no corollary effect. Her terminally ill baby made her sick, but its heartbeat took precedence over hers. This legislation won’t affect women in her position or mine, or other women like us.

So, I wrote another letter to the paper.
They rang me and said it was too long. ‘I thought so,’ I said sadly.
In the end, they wanted it in Opinion, same page as John Waters. Under Water I was. And they found this old photo of me from an environmental planning article I’d written in the same year all this happened. They said the photo was good; I had to trust them on that. In fact, it was great, it had this long, dark shadow behind me, just as I’d described the stigma of secrecy since 2002.

What I didn’t expect were the comments, shouldn’t have read them last night, some were very, very decent, out of about 220, 95% I’d say were supportive. I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to have people argue with each other about my private decision. But if I put it out there, maybe that’s my fault. No wonder I didn’t go public when I was raw.

There was only one man I wanted to scream at, he said something like ‘She is still suffering from a moral dilemma,’ he has removed his post, so I couldn’t check it today.. hmm.

There is none now nor has there ever been a moral dilemma. Taking care of my two sons in the winter of 2002, getting them to school, watching their matches, doing the homework, mattered. They stood beside me at the burial of their baby brother in a quiet rural cemetery, listening to prayers and holding hands. No dilemma whatsoever.

http://www.irishtimes.com/news/social-affairs/anti-choice-logic-untenable-in-cases-of-fatal-foetal-abnormality-1.1412366