Cystic Fibrosis and Surrogate Mothers

My aunt has struggled with Cystic Fibrosis, a terminal lung disease, since she was a very young girl. She and her parents were told that she would not live past the age of 18. However, today she is still kicking and screaming at the age of 45. After having her second double lung transplant about 6 weeks ago, she is finally on her way home from Pittsburgh, PA this week to once again live with her husband and 8 (almost 9) year-old son. However their son is not biologically hers. My uncle donated his sperm and a woman donated her egg and womb so that they might have a son. They would have used my aunt’s eggs, however due to her condition, they were not viable. My aunt had to adopt her son, however he still considers her his mother and loves her all the same.
Some would claim that this is their point. People who are not physically able to have children are being told by God that they should not have children and they should therefore not be allowed to pay another person to have their child for them. However, I present to you the following evidence. It may go over the 250-300 word limit, but this poem written by my 8 year old cousin shows that even people without the physical ability to bear children can give their child the utmost love and affection.

MOMS by Casey Huber

Moms are like the sun,
It always watches us, just like Moms,
And the sun always sees, just like Moms,
They always let us go.

When it’s dark, Moms always shine light on us.
When it’s cold, Moms always get you warm.

When you’re lonely, Moms comfort you.
When you’ve come inside from a cold winter day,
Moms always make you hit cocoa.

But if your mom isn’t well,
You have to repay her your light, your warmth,
Your comfort, and your cocoa.

Today, let’s thank our Moms
And do something nice for them,
Because they always were there for you,
And they always will be.

Reviewing this poem, I am told that my cousin loves his mother just as much as I love my mother. There is no reason that two people should not be able to pay another willing surrogate to have a child for them. I believe that a woman’s body is hers to do with as she likes. If she chooses to sell her womb to help another couple’s dream come true, then that is her choice. I hope the above poem shows that there is nothing different about a child adopted from a paid surrogate. These parents will still give their child all the love and affection of a normal couple in hopes of having it returned to them by their adopted son or daughter.