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...happens, they were wrong. Says Gynecologist Howard Jones, who, together with his wife, Endocrinologist Georgeanna Seegar Jones, founded the first American in-vitro program at Norfolk in 1978: "It turns out that if you get the sperm to the egg quickly, most often you inhibit the process." According to Jones, the pioneers of IVF made so many wrong assumptions that "the birth of Louise Brown now seems like a fortunate coincidence...
...Georgeanna Seegar Jones, vice president of the first test-tube-baby clinic in the U.S., at Eastern Virginia Medical School in Norfolk, thinks the technique has a major drawback: "Asking a woman to have a pregnancy, even an extremely brief one, is very different from asking a woman to donate...
...comes word that as many as half a dozen women at the clinic have been impregnated. Though it is far too early to predict how many of them will carry their babies to full term, Drs. Howard Jones Jr. and Georgeanna Seegar Jones, the husband-and-wife directors of the clinic, have expressed hope for a 50% success rate. Thus the odds seem to favor the birth, late this year, of the first U.S. test-tube baby...
...clinic, at Norfolk General Hospital, will be directed by Drs. Howard Jones Jr. and Georgeanna Seegar Jones, a well-known husband-and-wife obstetrical and gynecological team, as part of the fertility program at Eastern Virginia Medical School. They will use a variation of the technique developed by British Scientists Patrick Steptoe and Robert Edwards. An egg will be removed, through a small incision in the abdomen, from the ovary of a woman whose fallopian tubes are either hopelessly blocked or too damaged to permit natural fertilization. Then it will be placed in a laboratory dish with the husband...
...only ones to appreciate it (I mean, when you're sober and shaking from the vibes of that fifth-of-a-century mile-stone roaring up over the hill and down towards you in a Big Mack diesel dribbling lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise and ashes from a three-foot seegar all over the steaming tar pavement and dwarf pine trees, about to blow you off the road and ream out your Youthwagon--that's no time for a country song--that's the time for whipping a Ueey and glueing the gas pedal to the floor board and beating ol' Mack...