Saturday, March 31, 2007

Late have I loved Thee


Still spinning my wheels and sulking, but maybe on the mend. Maybe ready to kick out the personal demons who have been partying in my heart. Earlier this afternoon I took a nap, more like I took my depression to unconsciousness by burying myself in covers and reading in front of the tv until I fell to sleep. I had an apocalyptic dream where the floods were coming again to destroy the earth, and in the sky I saw a magnificent white horse materialize and knew that Christ was about to materialize in shining armor (looking sort of like Dr. Who in that video I posted)--- then things molted and I saw the Michaelangelo-esque God of the Old Testament as a huge white-gray cloud formation, holding the tablets of the 10 commandments and looking stern. He looked so remote but I kept staring at Him wanting some recognition. Finally He looked down at me and gave me a wink-smile, very intimate, then froze back into White-and-Gray-Bearded Almighty mode, stern again. I willed him to look down at me again but he would not, and I was frustrated that even in my lucid dream world, where I myself create and destroy reality, I couldn't make Him do what I wanted.

The movie "The Island" was playing in the background as I was dreaming, and I came to consciousness with the urgency of human clones being treated as disposable "product" ringing in my ears. This dovetailed with my anger that the cloning bill in Delaware passed the Senate 12-7 on Thursday. Now it goes to the House.

I went to my sister Marguerite's and we drove out to White Clay Creek State Park and walked along the bank of the creek. We were both in need of venting. As I vented, I realized that the reason I can't pray or go to Mass is that I'm ANGRY, ANGRY, ANGRY at the pro-cloning folks, and I am wallowing in my anger. Or at least, I am refusing to do what I need to do to suck it up and follow the leader who said love your enemies. It's my own personal demon. I'm angry because they disregard me because I am not cool, not with it. Marguerite and I (and all the D'Orazio siblings, in some way shape or form) have always struggled with being Not Cool. People like us because we're cool to a point -- but then we've got this stubborn refusal to be conventional, and it looks like we're snotty, and often we are, but ... but ... but ...

So I realized on my walk that I'm avoiding God, because I don't want to stop fighting my personal demons. Pfui on that.

So I started browsing St. Blog's Parish and ran across a new blog called Until the Sugar Melts. Its young author, who calls herself Eudamonia, moved me with her Part 3 of the story of how she became Catholic with great joy at the Easter Vigil, but lost her faith and hope due to loneliness and depression and inability to find a faith community, but then eventually realized she couldn't keep away.

All of this is just to preface my posting of St. Augustine's beautiful prayer, which Eudaimonia posted under the subject title "More meaningful than ever..." And I so agree:

"Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved Thee!

And, behold, Thou wert within me and I myself on the outside, and it was there that I sought Thee.

And into those lovely things, which Thou madest,

All unlovely did I rush.

Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee.

Those things kept me far from Thee, things that would not exist, unless they were in Thee.

Thou didst call, and shout, and shatter my deafness:

Thou didst sparkle, and shine, and dispel my blindness:

Thou sentest forth Thy fragrance, and I breathed deeply, and now I sigh for Thee:

I tasted, and now do hunger and thirst:

Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace."

-St. Augustine

Doctor Who and the Beatles

Here's a real find from YouTube! A clip from the 1965 Dr. Who episode 'The Chase' where the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Vicki watch the Beatles play 'Ticket to Ride' on the Time/Space Visualiser.

This is the real thing, not a spliced together bit that a You-Tuber made up. Dr. Who was a kids' show and kids' shows often had bits with pop culture heroes in them.

The episode is from the time of the first Doctor, played by William Hartnell. Not many of his episodes survived a BBC trash-fest a couple of decades ago.

Famine in my heart



Behold, the days come, saith the Lord
God, that I will send a famine in the land,
not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for
water, but of hearing the words of the Lord:
And they shall wander from sea to sea,
and from the north even to the east, they
shall run to and fro to seek the word of the
Lord, and shall not find it.

That's from the book of Amos. Annie Dillard quotes it in Tickets for a Prayer Wheel. I like Annie Dillard in the abstract but not quite in the reality of her words. But she chooses good quotes to preface her poems.

Ever have a day where you decide not to go to daily Mass, because you just don't want to face either the people in the pews or the Lord on the Altar? I'm having one of those days. Just so I realize how luxurious it is to be rich and privileged enough to enjoy such a day, here are two depictions of physical famine. The photograph is of famine in the Ukraine; the statue is a monument depicting the great famine in Ireland.

Oremus.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...



*CHORTLE*

Tip of the hat to Sherry Weddell over at Intentional Disciples. She got it from Mike Liccione at
Sacramentium Vitae.

I love St. Blog's Parish. Here's a history of it. Gosh does it make me feel old to read about the origins of St. Blogs. Speaking of which, this from the St. Blog's directory page:

"5/14/02: Added a new page listing some of the Catholic "Blogs". Enjoy! I keep updating Scandal and Hope Page and will do the same with the Blog Page (and won't always mention this in "What's New...")" With this entry Gerard Serafin ("A Catholic Blog for Lovers") began his "Catholic Blogs Page" in May of 2002. The list has been handed on since Gerard's untimely death and this site is the latest version of what Gerard began.

I had not seen Gerard's page since a few months after his death. I am glad to see that Kat Lively and some others took it over and are keeping it updated. Gerard Serafin's was the first death of an online acquaintance that moved me. He's not been the last. I still keep emails from a couple of folks who have passed on -- I cannot bring myself to delete them.

I'm starting to feel maudlin... good-bye!

Hollywood Priest Watch

I watch the television show "Bones" faithfully. When I like a performer, I tend to follow him or her loyally from project to project. I thought David Boreanaz was terrific as the brooding vampire "Angel" in the Joss Whedon universe, and I think he is even better doing light comedy as FBI agent Seeley Booth in the series about forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan. But the writers on "Bones" are not the sharpest tools in the toolbox when it comes to portraying contemporary Catholicism.

Last night's episode featured an old, crusty traditionalist priest squaring off against a younger, with-it, "hippie" priest who wants to modernize the Church and make it more relevant. That aspect of the plot was a retread of the 1973 film "Catholics" with Trevor Howard as the traditionalist and Martin Sheen as the young firebrand.

The problem is, these days it is much more likely to be the younger priest who is the traditionalist and the older priest -- aging baby boomers like myself -- who are the modernists. I found it sad that the writers of "Bones" were 20 or 30 years out of step with the real conflict going on in the priesthood these days. The pastor of my own parish, a man about my own age, two years ago resigned his pastorate and took a leave of absence from the priesthood. In his letter to the parish, he cited among other reasons a difficulty he had dealing with the traditionalism of the younger priests coming up in the ranks. He is an excellent priest and, fortunately, returned to active ministry last year although he works now as an associate pastor, where he is far happier than he was with the burden of administration. But in the diocese of Wilmington, it is pretty well known that the older pastors are the ones who elevate social justice above salvation theology and prefer the guitar music of the 70's masses to the classical sacred music and gregorian chant making its way back after years of absence.

Karen Hall has a show coming up in the Fall called Vows, which is about Jesuits who live on a university campus. I am looking forward to Vows having a more realistic look at the life of priests today. She writes:
The pilot (and, with any luck, the show) will be called "Vows." It will encompass a wide range of views because, as you may have noticed, that's what Jesuit real life is like these days. When I'm not blogging, I don't write propaganda. This being the entertainment industry, my first job is to entertain.

However, the protagonist will not be Fr. Rock-and-Roll. I think we've all seen enough of that. These days, a fresh and daring character, in my opinion, needs to be doing something other than declaring his rebeldom (rebelosity?) every chance he gets. The "Maverick Priest" who "plays by his own rules" has become a trite stereotype and therefore a bad artistic choice. Thank God.
Are you paying attention, you guys and gals who are scripting "Bones"?

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Secret de-coder machine found!

Okay, so it's a year old, but I just discovered an article from The Ox Files about the discovery of a "dissenting enigma machine" that de-codes contemporary Catholic "we are church" speak into plain English.

Three of my favorites:
Original coded Message:
“We need a pastoral plan that focuses on the horizontal, as well as the vertical aspects of faith.”

Same message after decoding by the D-Enigma machine:
“We need to stop talking about divinity and salvation, and start focusing on feelings and hosting more wine and cheese evenings in the parish.”

Original coded Message:
“We are Church.”

Same message after decoding by the D-Enigma machine:
“We are Catholics who really want to be liberal Anglicans.”

Original coded Message:
“The Church hierarchy needs to listen more to the stories of its people.”

Same message after decoding by the D-Enigma machine:
“We need to have more wine and cheese evenings to talk about our feelings and all the Church teachings we don’t like.”

Gleams of the Gaelic

The Rune of Hospitality

I saw a stranger yestereen,
I put food in the eating-place,
Drink in the drinking-place,
Music in the listening-place,
And in the blessed name of the Triune
He blessed myself and my house,
My cattle and my dear ones,
And the lark said in her song,
Often, often, often
Goes the Christ in the stranger's guise.
Often, often, often
Goes the Christ in the stranger's guise
- author unknown




The Deer's Cry

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me,
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.
- attributed to St. Patrick of Tara, 377-460.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

More Dr. Who -- Holding Out For A Hero

This one's even better. The song is from Shrek 2 and makes a darned good backdrop to any fictional character who takes you to a better place that really ought to exist. My friend Teri likes The Equalizer -- I like Dr. Who.

Doctor Who - We can leave the world behind

When I get discouraged with the world around me, I like to think of other worlds, worlds of the imagination, worlds of reason and faith, worlds that are more real and more replete with truth and beauty than the world we see as we bumble around every day, through a glass darkly.

I like to think that The Doctor is out there traveling through space and time, righting wrongs and fighting the good fight. Kind of like Christ, but with a British accent.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Folks, we have a champion!


A great day for Nick and "Team USA" of the Cooler House League Squirt Division, Alpharetta, Ga, winners of the 2007 Cooler Cup by the score of 9-8 in overtime.

This is my good buddy Dave Kendrick and his son Nicholas, holding up the silver symbol of the greatest moment yet in Nick's ice hockey career -- his Team USA won the cooler cup championship, down Georgia way!! Dave is my Jewish son, I'm his Catholic mom. I'm just bursting with pride to show these two guys, champions both, and don't they both have beautiful smiles?

But Dave must have put a ringer in for Nicholas -- the Nick-Nick I remember is much younger, smaller, much more of a boy. Can it be... am I getting older also??? Nah, it can't be.

Oh, and I once played football with Nick's dad. I was younger then...

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Angelus

I'm a Pauline Cooperator. The Paulines are all about media, media and media. Some of my sisters in the Daughters of St. Paul in Boston are making videos for YouTube now. This is the first one I've seen. Oddly enough, on Wednesday coming back from the brutal day in Dover I've been writing about, I asked the folks in the van with me if we could pray. We were all reacting to the anti-Catholicism to which we had been subjected, and were starting to get way too angry and self-righteous. So Leon, bless his heart, who has about 20 years on my 57, said, "Let's pray the Angelus." So we did. First time in decades I had prayed it. And now this!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

My inner harridan

That's not a photo of me but it's an image of how I've been feeling lately. I'm really peeved at the folks who accused A Rose and a Prayer publicly of lying about cloning. If I had kept on talking to Stephanie Hansen from Stemcellgo after Wednesday's legislative meeting, I might have decked her or at least hurled the effing bee phrase at her.

Long ago, when I was 18, I physically attacked a priest who was perpetrating an injustice against my then boyfriend, now husband. That 18 year old savage is still alive and well inside me. It's pretty scary, actually.

What always sets me off is injustice, perpetrated against me or someone I love. I think I have a "righteous anger" button that doesn't recognize my usual stops & censors, maybe because the indignation is... well, righteous. I don't go off in anger when I'm in the wrong, only when I'm in the right.

In this case SH reacted so hatefully and so suddenly, and hers was a response to my friendly overtures after the meeting. It seems pretty obvious that she thinks we are evil, beyond the pale. And I am not prepared for that kind of hatred directed at me again. I'm retiring from the University rather than stay any longer in an environment where I have enemies who do me harm.

57 years old, and I've still got my 18-year old bad girl inside me. Only my bad girl is all about violence and anger, not sex and pleasure.

Yeah. Pretty sobering. I don't think I should go to Legislative Hall again while Stephanie Hansen is on the opposition.

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HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. As I was writing that, my son Ish came in and said, "Hey Mom, what's that I hear about you having to be pulled away from somebody in Dover?" Apparently the kids at the Oratory heard all about it. Probably from the young man I do not remember pulling at my arm and telling me to "Let it go, just let it go". Kathy Barr told me about him as we were walking back to the car -- I have no memory of that whatsoever.

Sigh. Double sigh.

The difficult psalms have been making a lot more sense to me since I started acquiring enemies.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Catholic bashing: alive and well in Delaware

I spent Wednesday in Legislative Hall in Dover, lobbying against one bill that would authorize human cloning in Delaware and for a bill that would ban all forms of human cloning. The most discouraging part was to hear Catholic bashing rear its ugly head. I wrote the following letter to both our secular and diocesan newspaper:

March 22, 2007
To the editor:

Those who attended the hearings on SB5 and HB76 concerning cloning yesterday in Legislative Hall know that anti-Catholic prejudice is alive and well in Delaware. On three occasions pro-cloning advocates singled out the Catholic Church as an enemy of truth. Senator Robert Venables, sponsor of SB5, ridiculed the Catholic Church both for censoring the scientist Galileo and for publicly apologizing for that injustice. Stephanie Hansen, testifying for Stemcellgo, read excerpts from the parish bulletins of two Catholic parishes, accusing A Rose and a Prayer of duping the naive Catholics in the pews by characterizing somatic cell nuclear transfer (SCNT) as human cloning. Stemcellgo representative Deni Galileo testified that SCNT is "creating a blastocyst" conveniently ignoring the fact that a human blastocyst is a human embryo at an early stage of development. Finally, Stemcellgo made thinly disguised references to the so-called wealth of the Catholic Church when it characterized A Rose and a Prayer as a well-funded, well-organized group of religious extremists lying to ordinary Catholics about SB5.

The Delaware State Council of the Knights of Columbus will hold its annual recruiting drive this weekend at Catholic parishes throughout the state. I encourage you to look into joining the Knights, who stand on the forefront defending the rights of Catholics to hold and practice their faith without ridicule.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I knew there was a reason I liked Leonard Cohen

Beautiful music video. YouTube is one of the wonders of the modern world.

"torture chic" is the Republicans' Roe v Wade -- destroyer of souls

Mark Shea continues to be a strong Catholic voice speaking out against our embrace of torture as a weapon against Islamic fundamentalist terrorism. He notes that Maclin Horton likens the right's embrace of torture to the left's embrace of abortion. Horton writes:
Another item over at Dreher's deals with a piece by William F. Buckley suggesting that Iraq will be to the Republicans what the Vietnam war was to the Dems. I wonder if a better analogy might be to Roe v. Wade, and to abortion rights in general. The Democrats had either to embrace that view and alienate the cultural right, or reject it and and alienate the cultural left (n.b. I haven't forgotten a promised explanation of what I mean by that term, just haven't been able to concentrate for long enough). Many of us believe that in choosing the latter course on abortion and related social issues, the Democratic party lost its soul.

The Republican party may be doing the same thing on Iraq, and on Islamic terrorism in general. I don't mean by going to war in the first place. I think there was a reasonable moral case to be made for the Iraq war and have sometimes described myself as an uneasy supporter of it. And I'm still praying every day for a decent and stable government to emerge out of the mess.

I mean rather the temptation to discard long-held principles, now that the thing is going so badly: principles against taking innocent life and the use of torture. And I don't mean the occasional violation of those principles, which can be forgiven, but the conscious and explicit rejection of them. It's not when you say "I know this is wrong but, God help me, I can't resist doing it anyway" that your soul is in the greatest danger. It's when you say "I can't resist doing it, so it must not be wrong," because you've hardened your heart by an act of will. You've added the sin of pride to the sin of disobedience, and the road back home from that place is far longer and more difficult.

Baby boomers: can we repent & repair the damage we did by our excesses?

In the film "Children of Men", Michael Caine gives us a portrait of a character type that my sister Marguerite believes we will see increasingly in the movies as our boomer generation ages -- the aging hippie. I have been watching old rockers on the tube and noticing how underneath the long hair and the denim, cotton and leather are the faces of old men. We are getting old. We are fading into insignificance.

For some, the dying out of my generation cannot come too soon. We are The Establishment now. Many of the folks in their 20's, 30's and 40's chafe under the wreck of values we have left in our wake. Along with some good, we did a powerful lot of bad in the world. And for the most part we are unrepentant -- the boomers who hold power at the University of Delaware where I work, for example, continue to think of themselves as cutting edge rebels. They continue to fight for "the revolution" although the cultural overthrow of traditional values has left our country in a nihilist chaos, without any common moral compass whatsoever to help us form public policy.

Barbara Nicolosi has some good stuff to say about the passing of the baby boomers. She suggests that we might begin to give back to the world some of the beauty, truth and goodness that we destroyed in our mad haste to bring about the Age of Aquarius through a self-righteous hedonism and pursuit of limitless freedom.

In "Children of Men", the aging hippie is a benevolent but powerless figure. He has withdrawn completely from the world he helped to form by tearing down the old without building a solid foundation for the new. Nicolosi is interested in just one aspect of the aging boomers -- what they did to ecclesiastical structures, ie. how they hurt the Church. She writes:

In the course of our conversation, I proposed to them a thought I have been brooding over quite a bit lately, which I guess we could call “An Appeal to the 60’s Generation: Towards Saving Something from the Wreckage.” (I don’t mean every Boomer of course. There have been lots of good ones. But they aren’t the ones who have defined their generation. The ones who have been so problematic have been the ones whose life has been dedicated to tearing down, sneering at the past, ruthlessly being hypocritical and unjust in the pursuit of some large overall good, and then maintaining stunning denial that they have actually done much more harm than the evils they were trying to uproot.)

Now, clearly, there is a tremendous amount of stored up resentment in Gen Xers and the Millenials towards the Boomers. I know I’ve been simmering for years under the intolerant tolerance of the grim socially activist but individual people-despising folks who have dismantled every social and ecclesial framework in the last forty years, not to mention making taboo the idea of anything ever actually being taboo.

I’m just wanting to talk in an ecclesial sense here, though.

I see in the generations now wresting power from the Boomers, the inclination to set back the clock to before all the insanity started. I think this inclination is only going to gather momentum in the next few years. Some of this is fueled by rage at having so many things jammed down our throats – like, for example, the way my boomer pastor at St. Charles Borromeo Church is grimly determined to wreckovate our beautiful church despite the fact that nobody in the parish wants it. He keeps bloviating in the Sunday bulletin and from the altar that “we can no longer do worship according to the current mind of the Church in this worship space.” There has been picketing and people fleeing the parish and parishioner rebellions, but the grey-haired Crusader continues grimly on. He will drag us all into the revolution and rip apart our gorgeous sanctuary whether we want it or not, damnit!

The lesson that the Rebellious Generation has never learned is that, just because people fall silent, does not mean you have won them over. It just means that they are waiting for their moment. Knowing that eventually all tyrants fall.

History tends to move in pendulums swings. I am afraid that when the Boomers pass, the pendulum will swing away from everything they advocated. It will no doubt be enough to win an argument in a few years to be able to say, “Well, that was one of those stupid things they used to say in the 70’s.”

It seems to me that there must be something good that has come from the last forty years in terms of ecclesial development. I am just hard pressed to say what.


….. I know I must be missing some really positive great things that have come from all the Boomer’s innovations in the Church. But I don’t think we are going to be able to save those unless we have a real, real, real serious “Come to Jesus Moment” on the part of the grey-haired revolutionaries. I think, the Baby Boomer Crusaders need to shake off the self-righeous denial and help us out here by admitting where they went wrong. They need to say, “We over-stepped here.” “We lost a value there.” “This was a big mistake. HUGE.”

See, if they do that, they will give subsequent generations permission to forgive them, and perhaps then, a complete resetting of the clock can be averted. And we need their help. Their job now is to be the voices of wisdom in our midst…as startlingly unprepared for that mantle as they may be, that is the job of the elders in any society. The Boomers are the ones with the perspective. They have seen the way things were (before they destroyed things in the guise of reform). They have seen things now. They can tell us what was good that was lost, and what is better now. But will they?

It could be a big moment of grace for the Boomers in the Church to own up, take responsibility and apologise. If they don’t, they will no doubt die in their disappointment and bitterness, which will only exponentially increase as they watch their lives’ works dismantled.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

let's all hyper-ovulate!

Jennifer Lahl, Founder and Director the Center for Bioethics and Culture Network, has an article on egg donation that I want to reproduce pretty much in whole. I don't understand why more of my feminist friends are not taking a closer look at the business of obtaining human eggs for research purposes. I think they are afraid to oppose any aspect of human cloning for fear that doing so would inch us, as a nation, closer to acknowleding that human embryonic life has value and should not be destroyed. What went from "legal but rare" in the abortion debate is now "legal and infinitely abundant" in the cloning debate.

I think that if we go down the path of creating, manipulating and destroying human embryos at will, we will lose our national soul far more incontrovertibly than we have in allowing abortion on demand. Abortion, at least, in the end devolves to a single life decision made by a single individual, the mother. Cloning for research sets up human embryos as product. It is ghastly. I am amazed that so many folks are slumbering about this. If Senate Bill 5 passes in March, we could be cloning human embryos in Delaware by Easter.

Oh brave new world, that hath such creatures in't.

Reproductive Technology
An Inconvenient Truth: Eggsploitation Happen
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by Jennifer Lahl

It's human nature to want to explain away truths we'd rather ignore... Telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about difficult issues can just be too inconvenient.

Take a look at recent debates around the reproductive industry's use (and abuse) of young women as harvested eggs sell for a premium to wealthy infertile couples and human cloning researchers. Many would rather ignore the truth that women have a limited number of eggs available to start their family. Most people don't know that in utero, females begin with about 7 million eggs. By the time a baby girl is born, the number of eggs she has drops dramatically to between 1 and 2 million. And by the time this young girl enters puberty, the number of available eggs drops again, down to approximately 300 give or take a 100 or so. That's some attrition rate!

The college girl who thinks that earning some quick cash selling her eggs may have to deal with an inconvenient truth when she finds herself prematurely infertile. Egg harvesting often removes up to 40 eggs at a time. Add in the fact that it is not uncommon for young women to sell their eggs more than once. It is inconvenient to face the truth that egg donation is apt to destroy a young woman's future fertility, leaving her with a grossly depleted supply of eggs by the time she has the chance to start a family of her own.

What is the value of one's fecundity? Is any amount of money adequate to compensate for the grave risks egg donors take? And is it really accurate to characterize this transaction as egg "donation"? Although it may be inconvenient to acknowledge, since money changes hands we are really talking about a booming business—not donation. We inconveniently have to talk about supply and demand, and what the market will bear.

And the egg "donation" business is booming! Lots of people are making lots of money brokering eggs. It is easier to talk about out of pocket expenses and lost wages than the value of an egg from a collegiate with a high SAT score and a good genetic heritage. As it relates to research and egg compensation, this discussion has been all too inconvenient because you cannot get good informed consent when money enters the discussion. As soon as money is on the table, informed consent gets coerced, manipulated and bought—often for a hefty price.

Finally, it's inconvenient to talk about the health risks to young women who subject themselves to very powerful hormones to hyperstimulate their ovaries and then undergo anesthesia and surgery to have their eggs removed via a needle injected through the vaginal wall. Ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (OHSS) can lead to stroke, organ failure and even death. Reproductive cancers such as ovarian cancer are also looming realities for young women undergoing egg harvesting procedures. It seems these are truths that we would rather not discuss. They might jeopardize the egg trade and cloning research.

It is much more convenient to swear that women have been properly and adequately informed of the risks. It is easier to minimize the risks and reclassify women diagnosed with OHSS. In the Human Reproduction Update Vol. 9, No. 3, 2003, Drs. M.A. Aboulghar and R.T. Mansour of the Egyptian IVF Center in Cairo, present a review of the classifications of OHSS. Since 1967, when Rabau et. al. first outlined the classification of OHSS listing three categories of mild to moderate and then severe OHSS; shifts have taken place. Navot et. al. in 1992 eliminated mild and moderate categories and distinguished two categories under severe OHSS--severe and critical. In 1999, Rizk and Aboulghar eliminated the mild category since mild forms of OHSS occur in most patients after ovarian stimulation.
How convenient.

Most women will suffer at least mild OHSS, so the egg donation business doesn't document and track these cases. She didn't get sick enough. Can you imagine any drug or surgical procedure which may cause, say a fever in most people, but because most people experienced fever, we just stop tracking and reporting that? If statistics impede "scientific progress", we just redefine them out of existence. We can convince the public and ourselves that all is well. But when we deny inconvenient truths, real people suffer very real harm.