Muddled Thinking? It's probably the sign of a fizzing brain - which is a very good thing on a Monday morning as I might get some quality creativity done - that I picked up on the following point on the news.

The body representing Fertility Specialists across Europe is calling for a harmonisation of standards across countries to enable equality of access to services. Which is all well and good, I suppose (although I'll be a tad contentious and say that while I think all women might have a reasonable expectation of bearing children that that does not equate to a right to a child).

My prognostications aside though, the spokesman then went on to say that this call was being made due to rising phenomenon of "Fertility Tourism" - the phenomenon of traveling overseas to get access to better facilities and ranges of treatments.

Forgive my pedantry, but isn't a tourist one traveling for pleasure? From the little I know or have gleaned (including from medical professionals) about the travails of fertility treatment, it's not something a normal person would seek to do for enjoyment, surely?

More slack phraseology! :)

Labels: Life, Ponderings

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