Scene From Ismet's Honor- Walking Through Abortion Protestors. #abortions #fathersrights #romance

The small flower pattern on the back of Belle’s shirt intermittently faded in an out. Sunny tried to keep her attention focused on it. Her head had started hurting on the ride to the clinic and all she wanted to do was close her eyes. She’d stumbled a bit while getting out of the car and removing her things.

 Belle was immediately at her side, grabbing one of the bags and leading the way. The grip she had on her hand, the support needed to continue going.

Sunny elbowed her way through the crowd of protesters blocking the entrance to the clinic. Their volatile, demeaning, chants, berating every female trying to enter as killers and trying- angered her. 

Holding tight to Belle's hand, she shook off the unexpected grasp on her elbow. An older woman, face red and pinched, stared into her face, damning her to the fires of hell. Any other day, Sunny would've taken the words in stride and said nothing, but the woman's condemnation and her self righteous attitude was her undoing. She recognized her as the grandmother of a couple of girls who attended her school.

“Hell is having to listen to a bunch of dried up, sex starved old people screaming about things they know nothing about. You gotta lotta nerves standing her condemning others when you need to be talking to the members of your family. Go look at your sneaky grandchildren and see what they've been hiding from you, instead of pretending to worry about people you don't know, who will probably never have an impact on your life, in any way.

Pretending you care about a fetus when you know you won't give a damn about it the minute its born.”

The woman reached out, gave Sunny a shove, hard enough to bring pain to her shoulder and to make her back her steps a couple of inches. Almost causing her to fall to the concrete of the sidewalk. Belle stepped between them. 

“Wait, so you're out here protesting abortions, yet you have the gall to punch what could possibly be a pregnant teen? An adult committing child abuse. Proves her point doesn’t it? You have the nerves to put your hands on my friend? How do you know we aren't here to seek medical care we can't afford?” She pointed at the angry faces staring in her direction. “How do any of you know, we haven't been the victims of rape and simply need counseling?”

 Pushing Belle to the side, Sunny placed her hands on her hips and sneered at the woman.

“And yeah, I know your granddaughters. You have two, Ashley and Emily. Blonde and brunette. One short and the other tall. As a matter of fact, Emily is the one who gave me this address.” Sunny leaned closer into the woman's face, peeling the nails of the older woman’s grip from her elbow, on snapped back finger at a time. “She promised me that after her having had a couple of visits here, they work quick and are extremely nice.” Pushing the stunned woman away, Sunny angrily continued through the remaining chanters. Ignoring their words and fighting the urge to pat her butt at them. They can all kiss my ass. Not one of them would take me in or give a dime to help me keep my baby.

The fury, mixed with the fact she was terrified, feeling ill, and no way wanted to be standing in the midst of verbal hell, were the forces that helped her continue.

At the door she couldn’t make her arms lift, let alone stretch out to grab the handle and open it. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass. This was definitely not the Sunny she once was. She hadn’t smiled in days. Wasn’t able to eat and Lord knew, she hadn’t put an iron to her clothes. She looked and felt a damned mess.

“Come on, Sunny.” Belle wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, pulled the door open and squeezed through the entrance with her. “We have no choice, let’s get you some help.”

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Let's Talk About Dramatic & Keeping Secrets Ribbons & Belle #abortion #IVF #endingawantedpregnancy #rainbowbaby

"Don't be so dramatic, Belle. We're in this together. All of us."

“Dramatic? Whoa, wait a minute. You think I'm just being dramatic?" The switch from teary eyed woman to ball of angry fire, threw Tyson for a loop and he loosened his hold. "Let's talk about dramatic. Let's talk about all of us, and your sister." Belle brushed away her tears and stood. Slapping Tyson’s protective hands away. “What was going through your mind when you decided to tell Cornelia about Fawn?” Belle punched him in the shoulder with her fist. “I’ve asked you over and over to stop trying to protect me. Now you've messed things up worse than they were."

 

"How? I just wanted her to understand what's going on between us. I'm tired of going to family visits without you. Hearing the stupid, often cruel comments. You missing out on the love the women show each other throughout their pregnancies."

"Well, you can forget all of that. Cornelia came over and the things she said... I can't repeat,I can't forget, and I can't make her see what I had no choice to do, any differently than she already does. I liked her Tyson and now she sees me as some kind of monster. A baby killer.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Bull. I talked, no I listened to her today and I know better than you, yes she does. First she was only seeing me as the little whore trying to trap her baby brother, something that would eventually have fixed itself. Unless you told her about the procedure, too." She paused for a response. At his negative movement she continued. "I'm surprised. Seems you tell them everything. Doesn't matter now anyway- I’m a killer in her eyes. More than likely in all of their eyes. I used to like her, Tyson. I thought she liked me too, but that’s a big bag of bullshit now. She left here swearing to never speak to me again.

Which brings me to my Facebook page and each of my social media accounts. I had to close all of them because one of your spiteful family members made a negative, ranting post on my page and its gone freaking viral. I knew people were mean and critical, have always read some pretty cruel posts, but once someone has a face to put to their vitriol, they’re ruthless. I’m down to screening my phone calls.

To make it all worse, Sunny says the rumors are flying around at the clinic. Didn't you know Mary Carson was your brother's big mouthed girlfriend?" She slapped him around both arms with each word. "She's the worst gossip in the world and one of the ones who started the mess on my Facebook page. Not that any of that matters to me. I don't care what they say, but Sunny is in the midst and alone."

"Sunny's a big girl, she can handle it.” He chuckled, avoiding her reach. “And no, I knew nothing about that girl, Mary. All I wanted to do was help Cornelia understand what a caring person you are. How our child is not a trap, but a gift of a lifetime. I don’t give a crap about the rest of the world. This is about us and our baby. So, calm yourself.” He stood, grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the room. "I brought you Cheetos and a movie. Where do you want to spend the rest of the evening? Here on the bed or on the couch."

Her smile was brief. "I don't even know if I want to spend the rest of the evening around you."

"Yes, you do." Tyson moved close, and nuzzled her neck. "You like me. Besides, I can hand you tissues at the sad parts, wipe your eyes, rub your belly..." 

She turned to look him in the face. Every nerve ending wanted to pummel him to the ground, but the sweet smile, the pleading look in his blue eyes, and the kiss on the cheeks was her undoing. Giving in with a giggle, Belle climbed onto the bed.

"Fine, but know I'm still angry with you."

"Ribbons & Belle" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

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What is Dandy-Walker Syndrome?

Dandy-Walker Syndrome is a congenital brain malformation involving the cerebellum (an area at the back of the brain that controls movement) and the fluid-filled spaces around it. The key features of this syndrome are an enlargement of the fourth ventricle (a small channel that allows fluid to flow freely between the upper and lower areas of the brain and spinal cord), a partial or complete absence of the area of the brain between the two cerebellar hemispheres (cerebellar vermis), and cyst formation near the lowest part of the skull. An increase in the size of the fluid spaces surrounding the brain as well as an increase in pressure may also be present.

The syndrome can appear dramatically or develop unnoticed. Symptoms, which often occur in early infancy, include slow motor development and progressive enlargement of the skull. In older children, symptoms of increased intracranial pressure such as irritability and vomiting, and signs of cerebellar dysfunction such as unsteadiness, lack of muscle coordination, or jerky movements of the eyes may occur. Other symptoms include increased head circumference, bulging at the back of the skull, problems with the nerves that control the eyes, face and neck, and abnormal breathing patterns.

Dandy-Walker Syndrome is frequently associated with disorders of other areas of the central nervous system, including absence of the area made up of nerve fibers connecting the two cerebral hemispheres (corpus callosum) and malformations of the heart, face, limbs, fingers and toes.

Is there any treatment?

Treatment for individuals with Dandy-Walker Syndrome generally consists of treating the associated problems, if needed. A surgical procedure called a shunt may be required to drain off excess fluid within the brain. This will reduce intracranial pressure and help control swelling. Parents of children with Dandy-Walker Syndrome may benefit from genetic counseling if they intend to have more children.

What is the prognosis?

The effect of Dandy-Walker Syndrome on intellectual development is variable, with some children having normal cognition and others never achieving normal intellectual development even when the excess fluid buildup is treated early and correctly. Longevity depends on the severity of the syndrome and associated malformations. The presence of multiple congenital defects may shorten life span.

What research is being done?

The NINDS conducts and supports a wide range of studies that explore the complex mechanisms of normal brain development. The knowledge gained from these fundamental studies provides the foundation for understanding abnormal brain development and offers hope for new ways to treat and prevent developmental brain disorders such as Dandy-Walker Syndrome.

http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/dandywalker/dandywalker.htm

Dandy-Walker Alliance

***Rainbow Baby-

A term given to the child born after a miscarriage, still-birth, or the death from illness.

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Why Write Companion Novels? Not a series, but mates. Ribbons & Bell and Ismet's Honor Coming June 2016 #romance #reallifehappens #abortion #infertility

After a beta reader told me her feelings on Ribbons and Belle, she expressed the need to know more about the character, Sunny Verde. From that, Ismet's Honor was written. I wanted to explore the feelings of loss and abortion from a male's perspective.

 Ribbons & Belle/Ismet's Honor: 2 novels. Loving the people, they're tossing my emotions like free play at an amusement park.‪#‎amwriting‬ ‪#‎feelingsareexposed‬ ‪#‎reallifehappens‬ ‪#‎infertility‬ ‪#‎abortion‬
Coming: June 2016 Check out the excerpts below.

Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for along time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans.
Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.

BLURB:Ribbons & Belle
Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens, and lived envious of the women choosing In Vitro fertilization as their form of reproduction.
After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.
Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

EXCERPT: Ribbon & Belle
“So, go on. Let’s get to the part of your past that has you so upset. Tell me what happened in your life that could possibly make me dislike you?”
“Are you sure you want to hear it?”
“Only because I know talking about it would be a way to help you. Are you sure you want to sit there?" He pointed at the chair. "I can’t cuddle you if you get upset.”
“Yes,” she burned at the memory of the last time he cuddled after she became upset. “I’ll be fine. From here, I can look into your eyes.” And see when the tide turns in your beautiful blue orbs.
“Well, if you sat close to me, on the couch, you could...okay, okay.” Tyson raised his hands in surrender at the quirk of her lip. “I’m sorry. I just want to make you feel comfortable. To take away those wrinkles between your brows. ”
“I know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. The bright red strands became trapped between and around the wings of the ornate butterfly ring she wore. The same way sorrow and memories clung to her heart. With a flick of the wrist, she threw them off. Her gaze moving to the clock on the wall. It was already eleven o’clock and she lived forty-five minutes away. *God, will I be able to drive that long after talking about Fawn?* The soft sound of her breath, like the release of pressure from a balloon, opened the door to the heartbreaking memories and the words escaped, slowly. “I took Wednesday off from work last week. Not because of the flimsy excuse I gave the girls of needing my nails done, but because I knew I wouldn’t have been able to handle the day. Just the anticipation of having to watch or listen to couples a they celebrated the newly acquired news of the imminent arrival of their child, hurt. The way the women almost always burst into tears of joy. The husband, inevitably runs overs, yanks a few tissues from the purposely placed box at the station, rambles the reasons for the tears and goes back for more wet laughter and ginger hugs until the elevator opens and shuts them in to follow their rainbow.
Last Wednesday would've been Fawn’s second birthday” She paused when his hands reached out and wrapped around hers. The warmth, a solace as they rested on her lap. For a moment, she watched herself in his his eyes. Floating in the compassion and sympathy reflected. The tap on her hand, encouraging, she resumed. “Fawn was a beautiful baby. They gave her to me- wrapped in the soft hand crocheted blanket I’d made for her. She was wearing the first dressed I purchased when they told me I was having a daughter. Pale pink with a cocoon and a string of tiny butterflies on the collar. The design traveled down the neck of the dress to to end with a large butterfly applique on her tummy. It said, “I evolved just for you,” and I cried when I saw her in it. All alone and guilty. Guilty because I was the cause of her death.”

BLURB: Ismet’s Honor
Sunny Verdi has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home, lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she wanted those things even more.
Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier and it would take m9re than wishful thinking to get him back.
At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion, Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and the white picket fence.
Now he spends him time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children.
Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting.
She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences.

EXCERPT: Ismet's Honor
“You really gonna let her make you do this? You gonna let her kill our baby?”
“I don’t have a choice. She’s my momma. I’ve only been sixteen two weeks and here I am pregnant with a baby. Met, what can I do with a baby? How can I finish school? Go to college? I can’t be a mom, right now.”
“I thought you loved me. Wanted our baby.”
“I do.”
He felt her put her hands on his shoulder, he shook it off. The contact seeming to burn him with desire and freeze his heart at the same time. This is the person who in one night soared him to the sky with the announcement she was pregnant and then casually tossed him to the pits of hell with the plans for an abortion. She sat in silence as he opened the door of the car and went to sit on its hood. With every step, he wanted to fall apart. There was nothing he could do. Nothing or no one able to help him. It wasn’t possible to make her carry the baby and then give it to him. Sunny was right, they couldn’t go above her mother’s demands.

With a small turn of his head, he glanced in her direction. There she sat, stone-face in the car. He wondered if she even cared. If the whispers of love she’s mouthed for years was just the fantasy of a teenage girl in her first relationship. Did she even care for him? From the corner of his eyes he watched her staring, as if she were unable to move and join him.

The hurt he was feeling, there was no way Sunny felt anywhere near as helpless and devastated as he was feeling. She had the upper hand. It was her body, her child- until it was dead. The finality, took the last bit of strength from his body and he fell across the hood of the car, crying loudly in despair. The deep sobs tearing his heart apart. The thud of the metal hitting metal roused him from is misery. A simple hug would’ve meant a lot. A word of comfort or remorse would’ve balmed his spirit.
 Instead, he watched her shoulder her purse and without a glance in his direction, she strolled up the walk to her mother’s house. The taps of her heels as they walked the sidewalk to the front door, the closing snap, an end to his wishful dreams. All sounds that echoed in his nightmares for years. They were the symphony of the end of his life and the catalyst to many changes.

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New books and Controversy #romance #abortion #infertility

Hi, I have a question. I'm tying ends on a romance WIP. The book has the controversy of a "late term" abortion and the MC's reasoning. Would you read such a book? Here's the potential blurb and cover and a small excerpt. Please tell me what you truly think.

 BLURB :Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for along time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans.
Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own-suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens, and lived envious of the women choosing Invetro fertilization as their form of reproduction.
After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.
Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

 EXCERPT from Ribbons & Belle: The Sessions ~

 "Hmm. I realize this may be somewhat unconventional, us having an attraction for each other... Oop Oop, oop,” The dimple in his cheeks appeared and disappeared. “Don't deny it and make me feel like a fool. I,” He placed his hand across his chest. "Definitely stand behind what I feel for you, what I felt coming from you the other night, and my ability to put that all aside in order to carry out a professional assessment of your counseling needs. After that," He waved the clipboard he held in his hands above his head. "It's charts to the wind and my assignment flies in other directions."

 *Oh, lawd. This man is going to have me an emotional wreck.* Shaking her head in denial, Belle

shut her eyes briefly. Trying her damnedest to remember the pep talk she'd given herself that morning- Tyson Ribbons was off limits. Romance was not written in her book. It was best to simply stick to reading them. Snapping his fingers in front of her nose, Tyson cleared his throat again. And when she opened her eyes, she saw he'd donned a pair of rimless glasses and slipped a pipe between his lips. His smile ruining the masquerade of all business no play.

 "Bought these just for you." He moved his head from side to side, giving her a clear view of his profile. "Now, whenever I pull these out, do your best to forget about me in your dreams and think of me as Dr. Ribbons." He laughed at the way her jaw slacked open at the suggestion, but continued talking. Leaving her to collect her own thoughts. "So, tell me, Belle. What makes you think you should be a mother? And don't think I'm just asking this out of pure curiosity. These are questions you need to have answers to. What, beyond the fact you are a woman, makes you feel you deserve to be pregnant? There has to be more than the "want" of holding a tiny human. You know these minuscule individuals turn into people. Sometimes, into the kind of people we want nothing to do with. Why should you, of all people be a mother? What makes you, special?"

 So, what's your thoughts? You can put them in the comments or email me.

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Your Decision, Be Damned #latetermabortion #friendships #romance

Belle put down her can and turned to Sunny. In a slow matter of fact, tone, she began her story about the death of Fawn. With Sunny, as she’d been with Tyson, Belle wanted to eliminate some of the facts, tried not to trip over her emotions and be as upset as she’d been when telling Tyson, but failed horribly. Tears rolled down her face and she could barely control her guttural cries until the strained, soft voice of Sunny’s response broke through her misery. Where she’d expected comfort and a shared remorse, she was stunned by an unexpected accusation.

“So, what you’re really saying is, you killed her.”

Jumping up, she followed Sunny into the house, watching in shock as her friend gathered her belongings and slipped her feet into her shoes in preparation to leave. For a moment every thought in her mind disappeared. The break in her heart so real, she physically felt the pain. Hearing the words she’d ever thought about herself broadcast to the heavens from the mouth of her best friend, stunned her. They were wrong. Harsh. A sentence she didn’t deserve. Words that had no business being planted in her spirit, let alone her soul. She had not killed her child and she wouldn’t accept that condemnation from anyone. Not even from herself.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m asking for you to understand. I’m saying that I didn’t have a choice. She would’ve died, anyway. After living the most horrible short life in extreme pain. I’m saying, I let her go. In peace.”

“No. You treated her worse than you ever treated one of your pets. You euthanized your child and now you’re trying to pass it off like... like a case of mercy killing.”

“Oh my God, Sunny. I can’t believe you, you of all people, are saying this to me.You, who I have for the past twenty years thought of as a sister, stands in front of me and calls me a murderer. You may as well be saying I never wanted the baby. Any of them.”

“Well, did you? Did you really? How can I believe anything else. Were all of the miscarriages, real? Or something you planned, too?"

Belle stood for a minute, hand clutching the material above her breast. At that very moment, every abuse she’d had as a child, every heartache as woman, every despair as a mother, had never felt as horrible and she lashed out.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Sunny. This is why I never told you. You of all people, I knew wouldn’t be able to handle my decision,but I at least thought you would stand with the result of it.”

“Well, that’s an option it’s a little late to even think about. You never let me in. You never told me anything. You never gave me a choice to voice my thoughts.”

“Because I knew you would say exactly what you just spewed at me. You hate and can not tolerate the idea of abortion. You can’t and you won’t even try to see a viable reason a woman would put herself through a horrible experience, like that. And it was they most horrific, soul destroying, last thing I would have ever chosen to go through. I had no choice.” Belle moved to stand face to face with Sunny, who in denial and obvious anguish, turned her body and stepped away whenever Belle got close. Refusing to make eye contact.

“Sunny, I literally had less than two days to decide to end Fawn’s life or bring her into the world in extreme pain. I didn’t want to spend that time fighting with you about the evils of abortion. And believe me. I understand why you hate abortions. I’ve had the hardest time forgiving your parents for making you go through yours as a teen. I know how much you wanted that baby. You know, I know. But I needed to concentrate on the health, no the death of my child. Even her father didn’t want to be involved. You think I could have handled the arguments with you? Do you honestly believe we would have remained friends if I had tried to tell you, then? I needed the comfort you gave me with the amount of truth you did know.”

“I could’ve tried to understand what you were going through, Belle. Studied up on everything. Been with you and held your hand. I could’ve been there so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“And I would’ve used all of my energy wondering if you were hating me. If you were blaming me. I didn’t have the strength within me to take that chance. My entire system was in a state of shock. All of the hope I’d had for Fawn was gone in one instant.”

“And yet, you kept it from me for three years. Her birthday was a few weeks ago. Instead of us sitting and talking about her, you took the day off work. You shut off your phone and you shut me out.”

“Sunny, please don’t leave like this. I wasn’t trying to shut you out.” Belle rushed down the hallway after Sunny. Heartbroken that her friend was not understanding where she was coming from, yet totally understanding the need she felt to get away. “I was trying to close the door on the pain. Trying to get a grip on the past so I could move on to the future.”

“You know what, Belle. I understand where you’re coming from. I get it. I just need to think. I need to adjust to the... to the death of Fawn. It feels like a totally different thing to me and I need some time. I’ll call you.”

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