Friday, August 19th, 2011 • No Comments on Written in Blood
This week’s topic at Oh Get A Grip! is blood. Here is a taste of my take on the subject:
It seems that as much as 10% of a pregnant woman’s blood contains fetal DNA. Which means that, if that DNA could be isolated from the mother’s DNA, doctors would need only do a blood draw to determine all sorts of genetic information that now involves invasive, painful and potentially risky procedures. Imagine the possibilities: with a single needle stick, being able to tell if your unborn child is carrying a genetic disorder. It boggles the mind.
It is also mind boggling to know that not only is my body possessed by the creature that wriggles and squirms and makes my belly bulge in odd and uncomfortable ways—but this creature is also in my very blood. I am not myself. I am two people. For now. And in two weeks when a surgeon’s scalpel separates us, he will still be part of me. For always. Much like my writing, sent out into the world, is still a part of me. Always.
The word legacy has historically been used to describe what men leave behind. Sons, land, reputation, laws—the word legacy is filled with masculinity. It is about making a mark on the world, something women were long denied even though it was their blood that flowed to bring those men into the world. My two boys will set their own paths and make their own marks on the world and will carry in their veins the blood that contains my DNA. My legacy, or part of it, in blood and flesh.
You can read the rest here: Flesh and Words