RU-486 the Baby Killing (abortion) Pharmaceutical Nightmare

We are surely living in perilous times.  As many of you know the RU-486 baby killing (abortion) drug has been approved by the FDA.  I’m not up on all the political jargon that intells this mess, but thought it expedient—of this late development—to exhort the needs for some serious praying from the Christian community, that God will not allow this to be legalized in the US.   If indeed He does allow it, I believe, it is just another sign of His judgment upon this once great nation that is “Sloughing towards Gomorrah.”  “The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God” (Psalm 9:17 NKJV).

The holocaust, and slaughter of the innocent unborn children that has taken place in America since the infamous Roe vs. Wade discission (approx. 40 million baby’s, and growing) on Jan. 22, 1973. Now that RU-486 is aproved, this will only make it much more easier for the hideous murdering of the innocent to be vastly greater.  Including the deaths of the mothers, who the pro-murder groups claim to be protecting.  What great deceit these lost souls are in, which effects us all.  We must be praying for God’s mercy upon this situation.

Further more, I just had to quote a couple of pages from the book, “The Quick and the Dead:  RU-486 and the New Chemical Warfare Against Your Family” by George Grant.  This book was published in early ‘90’s, and RU-486 was made available in France in 1988.  The story you’re about to read took place in Paris.  Here is what you most likely will not hear in the media, and for sure won’t hear from the pro-murder camp (Note:  fetus is the Latin word for “unborn baby” so don’t let the red herring fool you of the media’s use of the word fetus.  Remember it is a baby—at the very moment of the miraculous conception it is a living baby):

“…But after only moment’s nervous hesitation, she approached the doors.  She did not enter at the front like a visitor; instead, she crept around to the back like a traitor.

And then she went in.  The clinic staff was ready for her.  They ushered her into a small examining room and had her sign two more legal documents—a one-page release form and a government information inquiry.  A few moments later a midwife carrying a small blue suitcase entered the small room and introduced herself.  She then briefly explained how RU-486 actually worked.  She spoke of “receptors” and “anti-hormones” and “steroid down-regulators” and “progesterone actions” in lucid happy tones.  But Meredith was hardly paying attention.  She just wanted it all over [the abortion].

“Did you understand all that?” the woman asked her.  “Yes.”  “Are you sure you want to go ahead then?”  “Yes.”  “There is no turning back once you’ve taken the drug.”  “I know.  No turning back.” 

The Midwife unlocked the suitcase and took out a sealed blue-and–white pharmaceutical box and handed it to Meredith.  Meredith’s hand trembled.  Her eyes welled.  She emptied the sole contents of the box—three small pills—into here hand.  She clenched her teeth and set her jaw with determination.

“OK.  I’m gonna do it.  I’m gonna do it.”  The woman handed her a glass of water.  Meredith took the glass in her left hand and looked down at the pills in her right hand.  They were about the size and the color of aspirin.

One by one she put them into her mouth and washed them down with the water.  After the third swallow she took a long deep breath.

“It is done.  And I did it myself.”  “Yes, dear.  You did it.  It’s almost over.”  “I did it.  I killed my child.”  “Now, now, don’t say such things.  It’s OK.  You’ll be fine.  It’s almost over.”

But of course it really wasn’t OK, she really wasn’t fine, and it really wasn’t almost over.  Not by a long shot.  She closed her eyes and shuddered with remorse.  It was just the beginning.  And she knew that only too well.  After she rested for a few moments, the midwife told Meredith she could go home.  The drug would do its work, she was assured in soothing tones, but it would be about forty-eight hours before the bleeding would begin—bleeding that would indicate the abortion had been successful.  At that time she would have to return to the clinic to take a dose of prostaglandin—a powerful labor-inducing drug—so any remains of her unwanted pregnancy could be flushed out of her body.

“Two days!” she later exclaimed.  “Two days were an eternity.  What was supposed to be a quick and easy private procedure had somehow evolved into a prolonged nightmare.”

But even after those two days the waiting was not done.  When she returned to the clinic at the prescribed time, the midwife expressed mild surprise that a menses flow had not yet begun.  But she comforted and consoled Meredith, then said everything would be just fine nonetheless and gave her the prostaglandin injection.

After a couple of hours, Meredith—exhausted and frightened now—began to feel a few irregular uterine contractions.  But still there was no menses.  The midwife told her there was nothing to be concerned about—the expulsion would certainly occur sometime in the next four or five days.  And with that she dispatched her home again.  That night Meredith began to have severe contractions.  She was wracked with nausea, dizziness, diarrhea, and vomiting.  Eventually the pain became so intense she could barely even get out of bed to use the bathroom.  Hour after hour she writhed in agony.

“I honestly just wanted to die.  And I thought I actually might at any moment.  My breathing became labored, and my heart was racing.  The abdominal pain was unbearable.  Even my vision had become blurred.”

After three miserable days and nights of anguish, she screwed up enough resolve to make her way down the hall to the phone.  She called for an ambulance.  When the paramedics arrived, she was unconscious, sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood.

For the next seven days the hospital worked to repair the damage to Meredith’s fragile health.  “They said I was one of the rare exceptions,” she told me.  “Very lucky.  After the initial examination in the emergency room, the doctors recognized immediately that I was a victim of a failed pharmaceutical abortion.  They were forced to perform a surgical D & C and suction procedure right away.  They stopped some internal hemorrhaging and gave me a transfusion—apparently I had lost a tremendous amount of blood.  They attached me to a respirator, briefly, because my lungs had begun to fill with fluid.  And they attached me to a renal filter because my kidneys had become very strained—the toxicity levels in my bloodstream were well above the acceptable range.  There were also a number of serious cardiac irregularities they worried about for a while—but those seemed to disappear after a couple of days.  I was a total mess.  But I was also extremely lucky [there is no such thing as luck nor chance—but the sovereign mercy and providence of the living God].  I was alive.  One nurse told me that was a minor miracle in and of itself.  I thought about that a lot.  I began to believe it was true.”  (Pages 30-32.)

Much more could be said about RU-486, what it does to the women, and the abortion issue.  Including the women of the Roe vs. Wade case.  They are now on the other side of this issue, and are also refuting the falsities and lies that brought about the case in the first place.  And to my knowledge both women are now born-again Christians.  So don’t let the secular media and others fool you in regards to RU-486 as a safe alternative for abortion.  There shouldn’t be any abortion, it’s all unsafe, and just plain murder, period.  May our Creator and God bless you all, and guide you in what you should be doing for this situation, the protection of the unborn innocent, and the cause for Christ.

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 6:23 NKJV).

PS  All too many don’t realize what this cases (Roe vs. Wade) decision has done to the abortion cause…God help us!

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