Even though faded, I would still sign the papers for no blood whenever I had surgery. But now, I don't; underwent three surgeries in a year due to cancer and my husband told me from the start that if I needed blood he was going to OK it and I told him I wouldn't fight it. Fortunately, I didn't need any. After having two of the surgeries my husband was in the hospital for a 4th hip replacement. He took four pints during sugery and a few days later needed more. I'd never actually seen anyone get a transfusion so it was an experience that I will never forget: the first bag was set up without incident. The nurse came in to set up the second bag. She changed all the tubing, hung the bag of blood on the pole and gave it a squeeze to get it running. The bag exploded and blood was everywhere: walls, floor, bed, curtain, my poor honey was sitting up in bed, splattered and the nurse got it in the face. It looked like someone had been murdered in the room. I was asked to leave so it could be cleaned up. The nurse looked for me afterwards to apologize.