‘The axe is already at the root of the tree, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire’ (Matthew 3.10).
My pen was poised over the paper. Yes or no? I had never signed an abortion form before and the gravity of the action weighed heavily.
If he had lived that little boy would be 24 now; probably a strapping young man. The chances are he would have another 24 good years ahead of him before any dread disease struck. But I signed his life away, persuaded against my better judgement. We knew there was a one in 15 chance of a serious disease at 50. I was an evangelical Christian acting on the advice of a reliable Christian geneticist. Quite soon the boy and his mother had faded as I anguished over the kitchen decor of a house I fancied.
