Skip to comments.Late-Term-Abortion Doctor Tells All
Posted on 12/12/2003 10:34:04 AM PST by truthandlife
DR. WILLIAM RASHBAUM, a New York City gynecologist and one of the pre-eminent and longest-practicing providers of second-trimester abortions in the United States, is not known as easygoing, and upon returning from a day of operations he erupts at the question of why one of his patients that afternoon, a 14-year-old rape victim, waited so long for an abortion. Thats the one question he cant stand. Witness to myriad women in their most intimate and dire moments, this elderly doctor, dressed in an outfit of khaki pants, bow tie, and red-striped oxford shirt, all reminiscent of a prep-school student, is fiercely protective of those in need of his services and has absolutely no patience for those doubting their motivations. "You want to criticize her?" he barks in a loud voice made louder by partial deafness. "She is the cutest little girl you ever saw. She is not a woman; she is a child."
Sitting in his small windowless office, chockablock with civic and medical awards, the doctor resembles an absent-minded professor or perhaps a sardonic Christmas elf. His head is crowned by salt-and-pepper locks. Under unruly eyebrows, his eyes quickly vacillate from soft to stern, depending on whether he likes what he hears. At 76, Rashbaum, whos been performing abortions since the practice became legal, has a right to his opinions and isnt afraid of voicing them in stripped-down language more befitting a salty stock trader than a physician at the heart of the most controversial health concern facing women.
At an age when most doctors have long since forgone the operating room and office hours, he has kept up his work, albeit at an understandably slower pace. Where once he did upwards of 25 second-trimester abortions on Saturdays alone, the doctor now performs fewer than half of that number each week. After 30 years, Rashbaum still doesnt sleep well the nights before his operating days. He frets over the physical welfare of his patients. And his own; some people might want to kill him because of what he does. Its a constant fight and, he says, "I am running out of steam."
TRAINED IN an era when doctors were considered gods, Rashbaum is gruff, confrontational, and downright abrasive. He flaunts medical conventions at will, rankling nurses and orderlies, if it serves his needs. When the orderlies take too long preparing his operating room between procedures, he goes in and embarrasses them into efficiency by helping to clean up. He boasts, "They turn my room over much faster than any other room." First- and second-year OB/GYN residents dread his cases. "It was always a fight about who had to do them," says a former intern. Cases such as his are certainly the most technically difficult of all abortions. As pregnancy moves closer to 24 weeks (the upper legal limit in most states, with rare exceptions made to preserve a womans life or health), the risk to the patient increases, even with the preferred method for second-trimester abortions dilation and evacuation, or D&E for short. During the procedure, in which both vacuum and surgical instruments are used, the fetus is either removed in pieces or delivered more or less intact. In the operating room, Rashbaum readily yells at the top of his lungs at residents working with forceps inside a womans uterus, where he cant see what theyre doing, to make sure they are as nervous as he is. "Its not the best way to teach," he admits. "Calm, cool, collected is better, but a tough screaming is not ineffective."
Technical difficulty, however, is not why many doctors dont want to do second-trimester abortions. What troubles them is that as a pregnancy progresses, the fetus increasingly resembles a baby. This is also what troubled Congress, which passed a ban on "partial-birth" abortions (a term left purposefully vague but that could be interpreted to comprise all D&Es, including the rarely used dilation-and-extraction method, in which the skull is collapsed in utero and the fetus removed intact). Rashbaum, like many in his field, is furious about the law. "It is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of, outlawing a safe operation," he says. "The passage of this bill reflects the ridiculous extreme of conservatism as represented by our current administration and president." Since President Bush signed the legislation in early November, marking the first federal prohibition on abortion practice since Roe v. Wade legalized the procedure in 1973, three lawsuits filed by pro-choice organizations and physicians in San Francisco, New York City, and Nebraska have cropped up challenging the ban. All three courts granted temporary restraining orders to stop the enforcement of the law, but the Department of Justice is seeking to put it into effect as quickly as possible. Trials are expected to begin in all three cases next spring.
The procedure is gruesome, as anyone who has seen it, including Rashbaum, will attest. One of his former interns remembers watching Rashbaum do a D&E on well-developed twins one hot summer day. He intently leaned in closely and methodically pulled piece after piece of the fetuses out of the mothers uterus, ignoring the attending staffs whispers of horror "Its twins. Its twins" to each other. The intern reacted violently, running home, throwing up, and asking herself, "Is this right?" Rashbaum pisses people off with his cranky, despotic ways, but the other doctors are relieved hes around to do a job they dont want. "A person who is more concerned with what people think of him than of doing the right thing wouldnt last," says a second-trimester-abortion provider who trained under Rashbaum. "He cares more about doing the right thing than what people think of his personality."
Husbands or boyfriends have been known to barge into his office and violently insist their baby not be aborted, to which Rashbaum replies with an equally violent, "Fuck you, Charlie, we can abort her." He wont talk to them directly because, he explains, "I dont treat men." But as Rashbaum talks privately to a patient about all the circumstances that brought her to him, he shows another side, one that can sympathetically navigate highly emotional waters. An unabashed atheist, Rashbaum nonetheless has compassion for the religious conflicts that arise when women are told by priests not to have abortions. Gratitude comes in the form of files that have grown thick over the years with thank-you notes and birth announcements. Small, elaborate, hastily scribbled, or formal, the letters have arrived in many forms but all echo a similar sentiment: thank you for helping us through the most difficult time in our lives. "He gets so involved," says Maria Rodriguez, his office manager of nearly 20 years. "He is always available. Always."
Rashbaum, who has committed himself to offering services to women from all socioeconomic backgrounds, has seen every kind of problem. Whether it is a woman having a late abortion because the fetus is severely deformed, or a young girl who is a victim of incest, he treats all his patients with the same obsessive care and refrains from judging the reasons they have come to him. "He takes care of Park Avenue women," says Andrew Tucker, a Florida gynecologist and former resident under Dr. Rashbaum. "And he takes care of the Bronx prostitutes."
BORN IN New York City, the youngest of two sons, Rashbaum bounced around a series of tony private schools, having developed into a smart-ass at an early age, before shaping up in the Army and then entering New York University as a premed student. A third-generation gynecologist, he became a doctor to get close to his autocratic father, Maurice, with whom he shared an obstetrical practice in New York City from 1956 until his fathers retirement in 1981. In their magnificent office overlooking Central Park, they hosted an annual Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade party for the families of the babies they delivered. Rashbaum trained during a time when domineering men like his father treated residents like chattel, and in fact his main teacher was his father. While resident Rashbaum sat conducting vaginal surgery, his father would lean on him from behind and prompt him, a spectacle that always drew crowds of other residents to their operating room. Despite such close attention, Rashbaum never got what he wanted from his father: approval. "We all need positive reinforcement," he says, "most importantly, from the people we care most about."
Before abortion became legal, Rashbaum remembers basement practitioners, with "one eye on the patient and one eye on the door," who grew so rich from under-the-table procedures that they didnt know what to do with all their cash. (One doctor took to buying racehorses.) When New York became the first state to legalize abortion in 1970, it coincided with Rashbaums split from his first wife, with whom he had two children, a son, now 43, and a daughter, now 45. With the mounting divorce costs, including many therapy bills, Rashbaum began performing abortions in New York City, which had quickly become the abortion capital of the country. The clinic where he worked was open round the clock, with three sets of doctors and nurses each taking eight-hour shifts. He says, "You would go home with a goddamn barrel of money."
In the beginning, Rashbaum had problems performing abortions. First, there were his fathers objections. "Growing up, the worst thing my dad could say about another doctor was he did abortions," he says. Like the other board-certified doctors who were suddenly doing procedures previously relegated to back alleys, Rashbaum lacked training in the necessary medical techniques. "None of us knew what we were doing," he says. "The only people who knew how to do abortions were the criminals." Rashbaum and his colleagues practically taught themselves how to perform abortions and were limited by the crude instruments of those days Dixie cups attached to the suction machine by rubber bands. And although Rashbaum felt he was performing a necessary service, it weighed heavily on his conscience. He was troubled by a recurring dream of a fetus trying to hold onto the walls of a uterus by its tiny fingernails. Raised to believe that abortion was wrong, he reasons, "What kind of dreams do you think you are going to have?"
But in what began as a way to support two households, Rashbaum discovered a purpose and a mission. In the late 1970s, bored with his routine, he began doing second-trimester abortions and has since performed roughly 21,000. His work in late abortions has filled an important need, not only by providing services to desperate women, but also by training other physicians. He has trained close to 100 doctors to do D&Es, some of whom have gone on to train others. This unlikely champion of womens rights still insists on holding doors and slipping coats on backs. But then a large part of what makes Rashbaum exceptional stems from stereotypical male traits: he is a workaholic, hes undaunted by the threat of violence, and hes focused on getting the job done. In emergencies, he has driven patients to the hospital in his own car. Once, while operating on a woman with severe complications, he passed out from exhaustion, and as the other doctors were administering an EKG to make sure he wasnt having a heart attack, he awoke, ripped off the wires, and returned to save the womans life. "He is good at taking someone through a crisis in a very supportive way," says Mary, his second wife, whom he married 30 years ago. "Bill is a stander and a doer, not a sitter and a thinker."
RASHBAUM HAS just finished yelling again. This time at the hospital administrator who is adamant that, under no circumstances whatsoever, is Rashbaum to allow a reporter to witness a D&E. Not even if the patient has given her consent. Not even if the hospital where he performs the procedures is not named. "Theyre scared as hell," he says.
Back in his office, Rashbaum faces his next crisis: a shaky 29-year-old mother of two, sitting next to her husband, is set the following day to abort her 18-week fetus, which is developing without a brain. Visibly uncomfortable, the Long Island couple begins talking about referrals and medical history. The petite and pretty blond woman, a black T-shirt stretched over her bulging stomach, tells Rashbaum it was hard finding a doctor to end her pregnancy at this stage. He cuts off the measured discussion, pops in his hearing aid, and launches in: "The first thing I need to tell you is that you must mourn." The words, or maybe its the gravelly voice, act as a cathartic, and the woman begins to cry. He reassures her that its okay to be angry. Whats happening to her isnt right or fair. Rashbaum also encourages her to kick her husband in the groin if at any point he tells her not to cry. Her fears quickly bubble to the surface. "Am I a freak?" she asks, insisting that shes great at pregnancy, even forgoing sugarless gum to ensure the health of her unborn child. She says she knows she couldnt have prevented this abnormality but still asks if she did something wrong. "Yeah," Rashbaum quips. "You thought bad thoughts." The woman and her husband laugh nervously, but theyre laughing. There are other fears. They want to have another child (they have two boys; this was a girl). He tells them that out of 21,000 late-term abortions he has performed, only 18 women lost the ability to have children. He has also never lost a patient and says hell be furious with her if shes the first.
Gently, he begins to describe the procedure. Once he puts the laminaria sticks in, which soften and dilate the cervix, the abortion will have irrevocably begun. What if I dont dilate? the patient worries. His eyes twinkling over his reading glasses, he answers, "Ill slit your throat." After more nervous laughter, the woman broaches her greatest fears. Shes not sure she wants to know the details. Its difficult to relinquish her role of protecting a fetus that has grown inside her for four and a half months. Welling up with tears again, she asks if it will feel pain. She doesnt want to hear much more. "I just want to make sure you get all of it out," she pleads. "Dont leave anything in there."
ITS TOUGH for a workaholic to slow down. The impediments of age are inevitably creeping up on Rashbaum, who had a total hip replacement two years ago, and although hes returned to tennis, the vestiges of a limp remain. Last spring, doctors removed a chunk of his lung that had a small cancerous tumor, the result of smoking for 50 years. Even without the hip and lung problems, his stamina is under assault from the physical rigors of being an OB/GYN physician. Although he plans on giving up cases in a year because "patients dont want an old man," hes hard-pressed to think of what he enjoys other than working. There is his garden, where he grows magnificently fragrant and full peonies, and lettuce that he jokes costs $17 a head, tomatoes that go for $20 a pound. There is also his collection of antique mechanical banks. Taking after his father, who finally retired at 88, but only after his last remaining patient died, Rashbaum confesses that retiring "scares the bejesus out of me."
The past sticks to him. Returning home from the hospital, he finds his dinner crispy chicken, rice, pea pods, and salad waiting on the stove top in perfectly covered dishes, faithfully prepared by the same housekeeper, Lila, now in her 80s, who began working for him when his son was six months old. He lays his drink down on a coaster bearing the insignia of John Jay College, where his brother, Cris, was a law professor. The ashes of his brother, who died last year and was also an atheist, are still in an urn under his desk because he hasnt yet found a plot. "I had my mother under a table in my consulting room for about two years," says Rashbaum with a laugh. Other than his wedding band, he counts a watch from a friend who died of cancer as his most prized possession. He has a hard time letting people go.
He also has a hard time letting certain sentiments go. There is a part of Rashbaum that still needs to justify what he does. Being pro-choice, he says, is not the same as being pro-abortion. He went into medicine to save lives and recalls with pride one he saved 25 years ago, a baby he delivered to a woman in cardiac arrest; both left the hospital alive three days later. He established one of the first licensed fetal-tissue banks in the country, collecting pancreases for research that may lead to remedies for currently incurable diseases. Also extremely controversial, the fetal-tissue bank was Rashbaums way of making some good come out of something bad. His upbringing dictated that doctors dont do abortions, but that is what he does day in and day out. "He is a lot of people," his wife, Mary, says. "He is far more complicated than even he knows."
For all the bluster and authority Rashbaum displays when he barrels down a ward or bellows over an unwieldy phone system, he is a burdened man. With the majority of surgical-abortion providers nearing retirement and few doctors willing to practice or even learn the procedures, who will replace him? With conservative politicians current assault on abortion practices, he worries that Roe v. Wade will be overturned. He worries about a return to the days of back-alley abortions when responsible doctors lacked the skills to safely end pregnancies. "He has felt sad and discouraged," Mary says. "He is saddened by things. He is not destroyed by them." For the time being, however, he takes solace in being there for a 14-year-old rape victim and a 29-year-old mother who have nowhere else to turn. "As long as I can make a contribution," he says, "I enjoy what I do."
I was born at 28 weeks. You can't tell me that's not baby.
Safe operation? It results in death every time.
Like others in his trade, he is a humanitarian.
ANSWER: Twenty MILLION Americans have been ABORTED over the past twenty years - America needs the workers!
ANSWER: Twenty MILLION Americans have been ABORTED over the past twenty years - America needs the workers!
You hit the nail on the head. We will pay a big price in this country for legalizing murdering babies. We already are.
You might want to read the article :
ABORTION (There have been more than 38 million abortions in the twenty six years since the U.S. Supreme Court legalized unrestricted abortion on January 22, 1973. Our future American workforce has been murdered.)
Consider this slight modification of the abortionist's statement, as it applies to what he does:
You want to kill her? She is the cutest little girl you ever saw. She is a child.
No - the child does not "increasingly resemble a baby" - it is a baby.
TRAINED IN an era when doctors were considered gods,
Or in the case of Dr Howard Dean: TRAINED IN an era when doctors considered themselves to be gods, Dean is gruff, confrontational, and downright abrasive.
Rashbaum bounced around a series of tony private schools, having developed into a smart-ass at an early age, before shaping up in the Army
Maybe learned how to kill there and found a way to make a career out of it.
he is a burdened man
Like Jacob Marley, he has no idea how burdened he is.
"I enjoy what I do."
He will hear these words again and will have to give an account to a Judge who can neither be, bought , elected, or fooled, but who can render a final judgement from which there is no appeal. Merry Christmass, Doc.
Wouldn't want his afterlife.
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