pre-roe v. wade, my abortion was a cloak and dagger affair. i was lucky, though. i connected with a true abortion mill run by midwives who obviously had connections to someone who could supply drugs that hastened the procedure and fought infection afterwards. i counted nearly a dozen women with me in the waiting room of the dingy second floor apartment in a horrible part of town. they took us one right after the other into a room with an operating table and you could hear what was going on with each procedure. only had nitrous oxide during the operation to dull the pain. it was 1969, i was only 18, and it was extremely scary, dangerous, but i have no regrets.