From the forum http://forum.primovivere.org/viewtopic.php?t=45
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The first day, I met many Jehovah witness in my brother room. All of them identify themselves as “friends”. When I press them about the type of relationship they had with him, none of them answered and left the room. Then my Lavoie grand-father and one o my uncle I haven’t seen in 15 years walk in. Few minute later my father also came in the room. The 3 of them are Jehovah Witness. We talk about everything and anything. After all I haven’t seen my grand-father and uncle in 15 years and my father (Jocelyn) in 7-8 years. Jocelyn asks me how I was made aware. At the time he seemed anxious that I was made aware. We did also talk about my brother Jean-Claude health. Here is what he told me.
Jean-Claude was admitted in the hospital for a desmoids tumor to his intestine. ( http://www.ucsfhealth.org/childrens/medical_services/cancer/sarcomas/conditions/desmoid/signs.html ) (The disease that cause these tumor http://www.webmd.com/hw/digestive_problems/nord152.asp )
This kind of tumor is neither malign nor benign and don’t cause any problem if they are located underneath the skin. In fact my brother had a few remove in his life starting a few month after is birth. In the recent year, Doctor found out that removing them was actually more problematic then leaving them where they are. If they operate they risk propagating the tumor to surrounding tissues. My mother suffers from the same disease. She was operated every year since the last 10 year for it. Doctor did not know about the risk of propagation of the tumor back then, so they were removing it every time. She lost all of her intestine and rectum since then. But she’s still alive. Since my brother tumor’s was attached to his small intestine, they had to do something. What they did was cut up a part of is intestine to bypass the tumor, leaving it where it was to prevent propagation. The operation was successful. My brother spent two weeks in the hospital, and was then release. But 8 day’s after, he went back to the emergency. He was losing his ability to speak, his eyesight and could barely walk. He was admitted back into intensive care, where he felled into a coma. He was there for 5 week before my little sister was made aware of the situation. I was not a witness of those events, but that is what my father told me. Doctors confirm this story, but add something really important that my father left out.
When I saw my brother for the first time, he was in a really bad shape. His skin was yellowish, and waxy. His hands were almost white. Anyone who as ever seen a body in a coffin without too much make-up, know what i’m talking about. That’s exactly the aspect my brother had. The same aspect that a body has, once you remove all liquid from it.
The morning, Jocelyn was telling me about how he could never see the doctor to have an update on my brother condition. I was beginning to be really suspicious about blood related problem, and was starting to believe doctors might be piss at them for refusing my brother a blood transfusion because of their religious beliefs. So I told Jocelyn I will try to see if I can meet with them and have them talk to me. I went to the nurse after my father quit. I knew that if it was the case, about the blood, they would not talk to me if Jocelyn was there. So as soon as he left I went to see the nurse and ask to see the doctors. I also explain to the nurse I was not Jehovah witness. Needless to say the doctor was in my brother room not more then 10 minutes later. Here what my brother doctor told me.
Everything my father told me was thru. He only left out one detail. Before the operation my brother hemoglobin was at 86. Normal human have a hemoglobin count at 160. Doctors do not operate when the rate is at 80. Since my brother blood rate was just over the limit they proceed with the operation. They did told my brother about the risk involved, but my brother and his wife sign treatments refusal paperwork. Doctor did not know what cause the blood to be so low. No one in my family, who suffer from Gardner syndrome, had that problem before. In fact my mother, who is getting operated every year, never needed a blood transfusion. A few uncle and aunt had operation too, but still no one ever had to get transfuse. After the operation, since my brother blood rate was still stable, they release him to home after 2 weeks under surveillance. That’s where is blood rate started to drop. He was barely conscious when he was admitted back in hospital. He fell in a coma after 1 or 2 day. Doctor then put him under medication to keep him in a coma. He will never regain consciousness. Just before he fell into the coma, he signed the paperwork again. Even though doctor told him death was the only exit. My parent kept repeating that other people survive in the same condition my brother was in. Doctors research it and told me they had not found one case where a patient with blood rate so low, survive without blood transfusion using alternative treatments. By that time my brother blood rate was 26. Yes 26. That’s almost 4 times under the security limit for operation. Once again the Jehovah witness propaganda machine was at work. I remember reading numerous times the contrary in the Watchtower.
Doctor gave my brother EVERY alternative treatment they could thing of, without success. His blood rate did not go up. It stayed at 26. Such a low blood rate cause many other really important and dangerous problems. Lack of oxygen to the brain and muscle witch cause in the later a degradation of the muscle volume and strength. Infection, abscess and high cardiac rate, since the hearth is trying to compensate for the lack of blood. Without medication, my little brother heart rate was at 198. With the morphine to slow it down, he was at 140-150. Someone running a marathon is at 130-140. So my brother heart, with massive dose of morphine, was going faster then if he would have been in a marathon. He was at that rate for 5 week. No hearth can survive that long at that rate. Every doctor where surprise that he was still alive.
So, after 5 week my parent finally deicide to contact my sister, who also left the Jehovah witness. She then contacted me through e-mail since she was in Paris traveling.
That night, my mother (Lyse) appeared to me for the first time. I was on the phone talking to my little brother wife’s when she came out the elevator. Jocelyn seeing me, point me out to my mother saying: “look who’s here!” His expression and tone of voice, where more like someone making a surprise, like a father pointing is son to his mother, a mother who has not seen him for many years. Her reaction was this. She made a “Pfff” sound and turn her head in disgust to keep talking with some random Jehovah witness whom i call Mister Arrogant. I’ll explain later why i called him that. Seeing that my mother did not seem too happy with me being there, i took Jocelyn aside. I started telling him that i’ve met with the doctor, that they told me that Jean-Claude status was due to lack of blood, that if he did not receive a blood transfusion, he would die since the alternative treatment did not work. At this moment my mother turns around and come yelling at me: “Why are involving yourself, Mind your own business.” Trying to keep cool, I told her that Jocelyn wanted to have an update but could not get a hold of the doctor. And since I’ve seen them, I was only repeating what he told me. She kept yelling at me the same insanities. That’s when i lost my temper. I answer her, yelling: “It is my fucking business; it’s my little brother i’m talking about, it’s my little brother life i’m trying to save!” She answers back: “Mind your own business; it is want Jean-Claude wants. Who are you to know what it wants?” “How the hell can you tell me that’s what he wants today? He’s in a fucking coma since 5 weeks! No one can know what he wants.” At that moment I was yelling at the top of my lung. She just turns around and left. My father calmly said to me: “You know Jonathan, that is what he wanted 5 week ago. We are just following is decision. Respecting is choices.” Looking at him, I saw his eye’s where beginning to fill with tears. Cooling off, i replied: “You know as well as i do it was not is choice. It never was.” At that point he turns around and follows my mother inside intensive care ward. As soon my mother started yelling, my father tried to calm her. Those of you that know the relationship i had with him must be as surprise as me. He was always screaming at me, always extremely violent. When I was young, in the Jehovah witness, my friend where so scared of him that they would not come to my home because the feared him. But the man i meet that day in the hospital was totally different. He was calm, cool headed. I also believe for a moment that he would have like for Jean-Claude to receive blood.
The next day, when I got to my brother room the reaction was totally different. As soon as i walk in, he told me to leave immediately or he would call security to have me remove from the hospital. I told him: “Good! Call an army also, because I’m not going anywhere.” He went to see the nurse to ask them to call security to have me expulse to which nurse answered by the negative. He started saying something to me, but I lost my temper once more. He told me: “Mind your business” So I repeat once again the same thing I told my mother. That it is my business, he’s my brother. That i was trying to save him. He told me: “You seem to forget that Jean-Claude is also our child, my son.” My answer to that was: “Then fucking proves he is your son and that you love him AND SAVE IS LIFE!” he turns around and went back inside my brother room. At that point we were both yelling. This is never a good idea in an intensive care ward. But the first reaction of the staff was to cheer and applaud. They were saying stuff like: “God it’s good to see someone smart in that family.” “Well said! Nice job!” “Congratulations”. At that point i walk out of the ward. All the rage, anger accumulated since 2 day’s was about to explode. Add to it all that i had to suffer in my father hands and Jehovah Witness made me endure. I was a walking bomb. Just writing this down, my eyes are filling up. It’s like if all the years in hell i went through are coming back up to the surface. The head nurse came to talk to me. Without the 5-10 minute he spent listening to me, i would probably have walk back in to make him taste all the violence we all had to suffer in his hands all those years.
I called a friend so he could pick me up. I had to get the hell out of there. I could not stand being in the same place as him.
I had used almost all the cards i could. Even my years as counselor could not crack her resolution in only one hour. Brainwashing cannot be undone in that short of time. So the next morning, Friday the 22nd, i try to contact a lawyer. I call the justice department, countless lawyer’s office, the Barreau du Québec, even court room trying to talk to someone. But since it was the Friday before Christmas, every body were off work. Going back upstairs in my brother room, i saw the chief nurse. He told me that a family meeting was going on. I was on my way to contact the media, to ask for help in finding a judge and a lawyer, who would come to work. A few year ago a women was force by a judge in Québec city to accept blood transfusion by a judge. So i knew i had a chance because of the legal precedent. But while having the meeting with the doctor, it was established that my brother chance of survival, even with a blood transfusion at that point were really slims. Even if he would have survive, there was no way to tell if is brain was still functioning. He was unresponsive to stimuli. At best he would have had many years of intensive training to go through. But doctor were telling us that the chance for him to “be there” were almost inexistent. The only way to know for sure was to unplug him. Take him off medication, so he could wake up if he still had any consciences. Which he never did. So we decide to take him of medication and respirator, his wife, me and Jocelyn. Its was extreme medical measures they where using to keep him alive. Since Jehovah Witness do not impose any view on extreme medical measure, when me and my brother discuss about it a few year ago, i knew this was the way he really wanted thing to be. In fact we told each other that under this kind of circumstance we would do it the same thing to each other. I knew this was not someone else, or Jehovah witness imposed choice. This explain why i vote yes when the doctor ask us if we were going to stop medical treatments. Here, i would like to thank his wife. Under the law she was the only one who could have vote. But she told me she wanted me to be there, to represent me and my sister, even though my parent oppose to my presence. She would not have proceeded without my saying on that matter. Jean-Claude would now be unplugged from medical support on the 25 of december when my sister would be back. She had to cut her vacation short a few weeks. We decide to wait, so my sister could have some time to spend with Jean-Claude. I went home and waited there for my sister to come back.
When Jean-Claude was in a coma from time to time he opened his yes, even moved them form side to side. But these were only mechanical movements. As i said earlier, he was unresponsive to stimuli. You could touch is eyes and he would not react. There was no spark on life in them. It was empty. When i meet with my little sister in my brother room, my mom would stay there. Every time my brother opened his eyes, she would say to him stuff like: “I know honey; you don’t want to see him here. We can’t have him remove. I know you would like that.” Every time i was going on a bed side, she would come around and push me away to place herself between me and my brother. That shocks even my brother wife’s. That’s the last time i was to see him.
On december 27, 2006, at 2:30 am, my brother died. I choose not to go while he was passing away. I did not want to be there with my parents. I did not go to his funeral either. Funeral are ceremony for the living. For me, the go into the Jehovah witness kingdom hall would have been like showing support to them, to accept my brother murder. To agree with their false and murderous beliefs. No way was this going to happen.
Let’s go back to Mister Arrogant. Like i said there was always Jehovah witness coming in and out. The reason why they came was to be sure my brother did not receive blood. I did the same thing when i was a teenager. Make sure the sick Jehovah Witness did not decide to get the transfusion, or doctor to give it anyway while the patient asleep. One of them came every day. Many times during the day. Right after Jean-Claude got off the medical support, maybe 5 minute; i meet Mister arrogant in an elevator. I ask him who he was and why was he coming to see my brother all the time. He told me is name, that he was my brother friend. That guy was about 45. Jean-Claude was 26. That did not add up. Knowing my brother, he would not have been friend with a 45 year old. Plus my brother move to Québec city just a month ago. So I ask the guys how come he was always here. I ask him if someone else was here. He told me his mother was in the hospital too. That’s why he was here all day long. I ask him if he was also a Jehovah Witness checking on my brother. Raising his chin like in a challenge, squaring shoulder, putting is elbow out, fist on the belt, trying to look like the green giant, he told me and I quote: “Yes I’m Jehovah Witness, and I’m really proud of it.” No fucking respects whatsoever for me and my sister who actually hold me back.
Me and my sister have been witness of the deepness the brainwashed suffer by the Jehovah Witness from the Watchtower bible and tract society is. Even those of you who don’t have a medical background, know that if you need blood, you will start having infection because of lack of white cell. That your hearth will pump to fast. Even child can understand that. But it seems my parent would not understand it. My mother kept repeating over and over: “I don’t know why this is happening, he should be alright, why is hearth beating so fast? Why does he keep catching infection? Why does is skin look like that?” To not realize it’s all the blood missing that cause all this you need to be really dumb, or you really do not want to see the truth and/or have suffer quite a brainwash.
So why i’m saying i have been witness to a really deep brainwash? You know what happen when you run low on blood. Every body knows that. Nurses know these things. You don’t have to spell it out for them. They studied for years to know these kind of things.
My mom, she was a nurse."
Bye
Charles