Prophecies, conspiracies, and endtimes stuff: Fw: "Would you rather have a dead daughter or a living son?"

Friend,

"Would you rather have a dead daughter or a living son?"

That is what a doctor said to my parents.

I was 12 years old.

I was in the next room.

I was not suicidal.

I was a confused girl who had started puberty early and felt different from everyone around her. I had older brothers. I didn't fit in with the girls in my class. I didn't know why.

I just knew something hurt.

But that doctor didn't ask about any of that.

She looked at my frightened parents — two people who loved me more than anything in the world — and handed them a choice no parent should ever have to make.

"A dead daughter. Or a living son."

My parents chose me.

They didn't know the choice wasn't real.

They didn't know they were being lied to.

They didn't know that what happened next would take something from me that no surgery, no hormone, no court verdict can ever give back.

Put Me in That Courtroom

At 13, I had my first testosterone injection.

As a result, I will likely have medical complications for the rest of my life.

My fertility is still unknown.

At 15, a surgeon at a Kaiser facility removed my breasts.

I was a child. I didn't fully understand what breastfeeding was. I didn't understand what losing that meant for my future.

No one at that facility stopped and asked whether I might change my mind.

A few months after surgery, I started to question everything.

A year later, I knew the truth.

I was a girl. I had always been a girl.

I was a girl who hated puberty and had no one to tell her that was normal.

At 16 — after the surgery — I became suicidal.

This was the exact nightmare the doctors told my parents they were preventing.

The doctors who performed those procedures have not once reached out to help me.

They called it care.

There was no jury. No verdict. No accountability.

Until now.

You knew something was wrong. Maybe you couldn't name it. But when you saw what was being done to children like me, something in you refused to accept it as medicine.

You were right. I am proof of that.

The Center for American Liberty took my case. Kaiser tried to bury it in secret arbitration. A California appeals court said no. My case goes to open court.

On January 30, 2026, the first detransitioner malpractice lawsuit in American history reached a jury. Six ordinary Americans heard the facts.

They sided with a young woman just like me.

My trial is next.

April 5, 2027. Kaiser Foundation Hospitals. A California courtroom.

The doctors who signed off on what was done to me will sit in front of a jury for the first time.

Friend, that jury will be made up of people exactly like you. People who trusted their instincts. People who looked at what was done to a child and applied common sense and the law.

Put Me in That Courtroom

Every dollar gets us one step closer to that courtroom.

I am not the only one.

There are hundreds of us — young men and women who heard the same things I heard, who trusted the same doctors, who are living with the same consequences. Most of them have never seen the inside of a courtroom.

Because the hospitals have a playbook: delay, arbitrate, settle, seal.

No jury. No verdict. No accountability.

Kaiser quietly stopped performing gender surgeries on patients under 19 in August 2025. They didn't announce a change of heart. They cited "significant risks being created for health systems."

Meaning: lawsuits.

Meaning: people like you, who refused to stay quiet.

That playbook only works if you walk away.

You haven't walked away yet.

Friend, I don't know you personally.

But I know something about you.

I know that when everyone around you said this was none of your business — that children's medical decisions weren't yours to question — something in you refused to accept that.

That refusal matters.

It matters to me.

It matters to every detransitioner who has never seen the inside of a courtroom.

It matters to the next confused 12-year-old girl sitting in a waiting room while a doctor tells her parents there is only one way to save her.

You are the reason that story doesn't have to end the way mine did.

You can be the reason I walk into that courtroom on April 5 with the strongest legal team in the country.

You can be the reason the doctors who signed off on what was done to me finally face a jury.

You can be the reason the next girl has someone standing in the way.

Put Me in That Courtroom

You knew something was wrong.

April 5, 2027 is what happens when people like you decide to do something about it.

Thank you for being one of those people.

Chloe Cole

On behalf of the Center for American Liberty

P.S. April 5, 2027. That's my trial date against Kaiser Foundation Hospitals. They tried arbitration, delays, sealed records — every tool in the playbook to keep what they did out of a courtroom. The courts said no. The first detransitioner lawsuit already went to a jury. They sided with a young woman just like me. Now I need to walk in on April 5 with the strongest team possible. Your $100 today goes straight to funding this fight. You've known this was wrong. This is your chance to do something about it.

Put Me in That Courtroom

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