When I was eight months pregnant, my scientist neighbor, whose leukemia had returned, asked me to donate bone marrow to him again.
I refused, saying I was pregnant.
To my shock, he brazenly demanded that I abort the baby.
“Your womb will still be there. You can have as many kids as you want later. If I die, humanity will be set back decades!”
“With the intelligence you and your husband have, your child won't be smart either. Keeping it alive would just waste energy.”
I refused outright, but his family flew into a rage and pushed me down the stairs, causing me to miscarry.
In a haze, I heard his son tell the doctor:
“This baby is mine. She miscarried just so she could donate bone marrow to my dad…”
