"TIL Mary Shelley published her novel "Frankenstein, the Modern Prometheus" at 19 years old, its themes of birth and death reflecting the deaths of both her first infant child and sister within a short timeframe, followed by pregnancy with another child who she carried throughout the book's writing."
...and he begged his doctors to let him die the whole time. They rejected it because they could "learn something". Sometimes doctors are nothing more as sociopathic egoists.
As I remember it they rejected because of the wishes of the family.
A certain Fauci comes to mind...
At least it wasn't named for the conception.
"Look, Ma! I can see The Splooge Way!"
IIRC, one of the African creation myths is exactly that.
Gala means Milk in Greek. Hence Galaxy.