Happily Child-Free: How I Knew for 100% Certainty I Did NOT Want Kids

There’s an old wisdom—that we often regret the things we didn’t do far more than the things we did. I’ve decided this sentiment doesn’t apply to kids—it is far better to regret the children you didn’t have than regret the ones you did have.

Sure, sometimes, when my love holds babies (rare that it currently is due to COVID), it does something funny to my ovaries, but that’s simple, basic biology.

However, I am far more than my genetic programming.

In Sickness: Hell is the absence of the ones you love.

There is talk of letting the virus run its course. Of murdering people in the name of “herd immunity”.

Tell me: If someone goes to an understaffed, overworked, jam-packed hospital ER with no beds available and not enough surgeons to go around, then ends up dying from neglect because it’s the best the medical staff can offer during the height of a preventable second massive wave of a pandemic, is that counted as a COVID death?