My Sister is The Bomb

A few summers ago I asked my sister to give me a list of good books to read, kind of like a summer reading list from school. I enjoy reading, but I have a hard time finding stuff to read. I just don't know how to find books, I guess. Anyway... my point is that I always love the books my sister recommends. I was reading through a website she recommended I look at and saw this statistic: The vaginal canal can also be ruptured by violent rape. In 2003, thousands of women in eastern Congo presented themselves for treatment of traumatic fistula caused by systematic, violent gang rape that occurred during the country's five years of war. So many cases have been reported that the destruction of the vagina is considered a war injury and recorded by doctors as a crime of combat. The website is: http://www.endfistula.org/ A fistula is basically when the bladder and/or rectum are perforated due to some sort of trauma. This is mostly caused by prolonged labor (6-7 days) and no available C-Section. I want to force all the people who choose to labor at home because "they had a C-Section the last time they went to the hospital and don't trust those doctors" to read through this website, and reconsider the health risks of a complicated vaginal childbirth. C-Sections are a medical necessity in many cases. The women featured are the "lucky" ones who didn't just get infected and die right away. Sorry. off-track. I get a little frustrated with people who insist on putting their innocent fetus's lives at risk by attempting home birth when they are not suited for it. And then they come to the hospital and criticize me because "modern medicine has failed them" or is somehow "unneccessary". Some things cannot be fixed. Anyhow. way off-track. I am aware of fistulas, and I am aware of the use of rape as a Weapon of Mass Destruction in the Congo. I shuddered after reading this passage and I am thankful that one day there will be a day of reckoning. I just wish that we did more with the power we have to fight this kind of inhumanity. One of the most motivating forces in my life is just the awareness that a problem exists. If I know there is this kind of suffering, I cannot be content to live my life unless I know that I've done something to help. We cannot leave each other to suffer without being held accountable for it someday. I suppose that I ought to look at that annoying roommate in a different light after a post like this....