Complaint: I’ve seen the posts. I don’t want to stay quiet anymore. I’m well in my 50’s today but the memories are that of just yesterday. I was young, and of all my mistakes, this one haunts me to this day. I was just a young girl, I was in my early 20’s, in fact I was only about 21 years old. Pretty, vibrant, a promising career as an art teacher, and the hottest boy from campus. That hot boy didn’t last one hour past the news I told him that day. I was pregnant. Cutting the initial drama out of my story, it was all very painful, from beginning to… well, there really hasn’t been an end yet. My mother, at that time, took me to see Dr. Robert Kast at Dadeland Center. It wasn’t anything ot look at, but it was the 80’s back then, things were a little different. Dr. Kast was recommended to my mother by a close friend of hers. I still remember the smell of the room I was taken to. I remember all the noises, and I remember all the girls in there. Like an assembly line of broken dreams. I kept telling myself, this was the right move, this was the right thing for me to do. I went through with the operation and felt horrible after it was supposedly finished. I wanted to put it all behind me but I couldn’t, this was just the beginnig. That night it husrt so badly all I could do was roll around and moan in pain. My mother called the doctor for me who told her to just give me more Tylenol and sleep, that I would feel better in the morning. I didn’t make it to morning. That night I was rushed to the emergency room where the remaining fetus had to be removed. A head and an appendage remained inside my body after the abortion proceedure with Dr. Kast. When confronted with the evidence from the hospital, he commented that the body should have naturally expelled the remains natually. My family and I persued the issue, but justice certainly was not received that day. He still practices today. Whith what is “seemingly”” a perfectly fine doctor’s reputation. There was severe damage to my uterus and lining that I have never been able to have children of my own. Whether it was mental or physical

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Address: I never bore my own child. Thankfully

Website: or lack their of. Anyone I could save from having to live with the nightmares and recollections I do

Phone: my husband of 15 years has a beautiful daughter who considers me “”Mom””. My life worked out