Quentin It's hard to watch a parent, or any loved one die...I stood in a cold hospital room and watched as my jw father drew his last breaths...you know why? Because the life saving heart surgery he needed would have required the use of blood...
Reading that felt like being hit in the chest by a 2 X 4. I'm so sorry you had to experience that, too. I was looking around, back then, at this wonderfully modern, fully equipped hospital. I watched and listened to medical doctors, nurses and techs who represented some of the brightest humans who spent decades learning and honing their skills...to help save other humans lives.
The frustration, not anger, showed clearly in their eyes..that they were being bridled and halted from using those skills to help my Mom.
It was surreal...to have this help ready & waiting...just out of reach, because of a hypocritical, always changing religious belief.