Real Life Stem Cell Stories
These are real stories from real people who have already been waiting too long for the promise of stem cell research. Read them -- and then take action:
1) Tell your elected
officials to get rid of outdated policies and regulations that have already
held up stem cell research for too long; 2) Make a donation to StemPAC, and
help us spread the word. It's a grassroots movement, and we don't need much --
but any amount helps.
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I have watched both my grandfather, and now my mother wither away with Huntington's Disease. I myself am likely to develop it in the next decade, and struggle to resign myself to this fact every day. My mother has never been able to read to, play with, or even hold her grandchildren (the oldest of whom is six),her motor and cogniscent skills are that degraded. She is obviously aware of her state, and to see the pain in her eyes that she is unable to express ,and to remember the loving, capable,and intelligent women that she was, is heart-rending. No amount of stem-cell research with ever bring that woman back, but it might save my two beautiful sons and their adorable baby sister from a life lived in fear of their bodies possible betrayal, of losing their minds and selves. I cannot condemn their futures for the sake of a blob of cells lacking even a rudimentary nervous system, and I find the idea that their lives are equal in worth to that self-same blob terribly wrong-headed. That blob will never ask me to catch fireflies with it, or have the most beautiful blue eyes that light up just because Daddy's walked into the room. That blob is potential, the potential to save that beautiful-eyed little girl, the potential to save those happy, muddy little boys. All we want is that chance for our children to grow old happily. Is that to much to ask for?
Read more stories. Get inspired, get angry, and then -- get into the fight!
