The shocking story ...  Marla and her baby died tragic deaths! 
by Deborah Cardamone

Marla (right) with her mother, Deborah.  This photo was taken shortly before Marla went to a women's
hospital for the abortion that killed her and her preborn baby.


My daughter, Marla, was only 18 years-old when she  reluctantly decided to  have an  abortion at a prestigious women's hospital.  Originally,  she had  planned to put her baby up for adoption,  but a  medical-social worker at the hospital strongly urged Marla to have an abortion. 

The  social  worker argued  that Marla had  damaged her baby  because of anti-depressant  medication she had taken.  Although statistical evidence  indicate a 92% chance that  the baby was fine.  Marla had a sonogram to determine the health  of her baby.  After  having the  sonogram, that same  social worker continued pressuring Marla to have an abortion.  Finally, Marla gave in and decided to have the abortion.

On the day of Marla's abortion,  fears began to overwhelm  me.  I was worried for Marla's safety even though this was  a leading  women's hospital.  Surely she  was in  the safest place possible.  But I  had no peace.  My grandchild was about to die.

At about 1:00 pm that afternoon, a nurse walked  Marla to an examine room where they inserted lamineria into her cervix and did the "instillation of urea" to induce the abortion.  At 11:00 pm,  the abortion had still not been completed.  I wanted to stay with Marla, but she insisted that I go home because it was getting so late.  I kissed her good-night, saying "I love you....see you in  the morning."  That was the last time I saw her alive.  At 9:15 the next morning, I received a call from the intensive care unit (ICU). 

The nurse said, "something went wrong.  It's very serious!" 

I raced to the  hospital and  rushed  into the ICU. Twice, a doctor came out to ask me questions about Marla.  Each time I asked to see her, but I was turned away. Then the  room  suddenly  became  filled with white coats.  A doctor sat in front of me and held my hands.  "My daughter  is dead,  isn't  she?"  I  asked.  He  nodded  his  head, "Yes." 

"No!  No!  This can't be!"  My  poor Marla.  I  couldn't believe this was happening.  I lost my breath as I was overcome by terror  and helpless disbelief.  Like  a dagger,  the shocking  news pierced my heart and my soul and almost sucked the life from my body. 

Seeing Marla's body -- A Mother's Worst Nightmare.

Finally, they allowed  me to  see Marla's  body.  When I entered  the room, I could  hardly believe what I saw. There was my beautiful daughter so horribly  disfigured that she was  almost unrecognizable.  A tube was still protruding from her mouth and I could see that her teeth and  gums were covered with blood.  Her eyes were half opened and  the whites of her  eyes  were a dark yellow.  Her  face was  swollen  and  discolored a  deep purple.  The left side of her face looked like she had  suffered a stroke.  All  I wanted  was to hold her. I managed to get an arm around her and kissed her good-bye. 

The Trail of Truth...

How could this have happened to my Marla?  The only way to find out the truth was through a law suit. I was determined to not allow  Marla's  death to become  another statistic.  Ultimately,  we  discovered  that  Marla died from a botched abortion that caused  her body to be invaded  by a fast-acting blood infection called septicemia. It killed her within 24 hours.

We also learned  that  the  hospital  social  worker  never saw  Marla's sonogram or discussed the results with her.  Marla never saw the words on the sonogram  report concerning her baby's  condition which would have changed everything.  They read:  "No abnormalities detected." Had Marla been told this, she would never have had the abortion.

I still look at Marla's senior photos from high school and wonder, "Why?" 

I look into her beautiful eyes  and it  just breaks my heart.  It seems  like only  yesterday she was  here smiling and laughing and full of life. Marla had such a kind and tender heart that she wanted to share with the world -- but that will be no more.  Marla's  life came to a  screaching halt.  It  was so unexpected.  We never, ever saw this coming.  All of a sudden, she was gone,  and she was only 18. 

Where's N.O.W. and the A.C.L.U.?

I've often wondered why  "pro-choice"  women's groups  like the National  Organization of Women (N.O.W.) and the A.C.L.U. have never expressed any sympathy or concern over Marla's death.

Why aren't they  demanding justice for  this  young dead "sister?"  Why aren't they concerned  that Marla was lied to about  the condition  of her baby  and the  fact that she  was denied  a true choice  because  she wasn't shown the sonogram results?  Why aren't they concerned that  proper treatment was delayed an hour because Marla was misdiagnosed by a "resident" who  was only  two months out of medical school?  Why  are they so quiet? 

I  believe  it's  because  "pro-choice" groups  like N.O.W.,  Planned Parenthood  and  the  A.C.L.U. promote AND  push for so-called "abortion rights" and it would  hurt their cause  if  many  women  heard about  Marla's tragic death.  They  don' t  want  women  to read  or  hear  about  the  many abortion injuries and  deaths that  victimize women across America each year.  Bad publicity  hurts their cause AND  their friends in the abortion industry.  That's why they prefer that Marla and her baby remain hidden statistics.

Please help me  make sure that my daughter and  my grandchild are not forgotten.  Please help  me make sure that Marla's story is told  far and wide.  Women need  to be warned so that  others won't die.  With your help, we can save mothers and their babies.  You can make a difference.  Abortion is a bad choice.  Please help me spread the word.

Thank you!

Sincerely, 
Deborah Cardamone (Marla's Mother)
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