Those who want Catholic health-care institutions to remain substantively Catholic must articulate a more robust definition of pluralism and conscience rights.
“In a high-tech, evidence-driven world of contemporary medicine, it was a dream that led a physician to conclude that my wife was dying. How was that possible?”
When we talk about abortion in America, we must talk about the suffering, shame, and guilt caused by the belief that it’s wrong to have a baby when you’re poor.
Pro-choice advocates tout the relative safety of abortion versus pregnancy. But more access to abortion doesn’t address the United States’ abysmal maternal care.
“We do what we are supposed to do, walk the stage, say our lines. But the reality is that, even if we hit our marks, many of our patients will not survive.”
Deep disagreements over politics are as old as the nation itself. As we approach the November election, we need to think carefully about how we got here.
For cystic fibrosis patients, recent medical breakthroughs have offered a new life: like Lazarus, they are unwrapping their bandages and re-entering the world.
Besides the federal government, Catholic Charities is the country’s largest social-safety-net provider. It’s now facilitating access to food and mental health care.
Catholic hospitals are already underfunded. With COVID-19 cases rising, they face an ethical dilemma: how to distribute limited resources in favor of the poor.
Giving medical professionals some agency in end-of-life decisions can be consistent with church teaching. We just need to integrate the concept of futility.
The Sackler family is profiting by treating addictions to their own drugs—a darkly ironic indication of the extent of corporate greed and individual powerlessness.
Ministerial Juridic Persons, mostly comprised of laypeople, have canonical authority for church ministries. That’s unprecedented, and potentially transformative.
Democrats should shelve arguments about “Medicare for All,” defend Obamacare, and denounce conservatives’ eagerness to rip coverage from those who need it.
My brother Robert, always in and out of treatment, was a gift. He taught me to accept my own frustrations, and to curb the envy of others I sometimes felt.
