Now I find out today that the elder who started the digging and suspecting me for apostacy has lukemia. I did have some hard feelings towards this guy but I actually quickly got over them. I always really liked him and thought he was the best elder we had until he attacked me. It kinds hurts to know this . . . I feel for his family.
Now I know people in the past who have battled lukemia. They always had blood drives to help them live. They have had to have pint after pint of blood.
We know that being a JW, he'll probably die. This is always hard for them because the Society has them believing that blood doesn't save lives. They all feel like the blood thing doesn't really matter because they are substitutes to blood -- but not the case with lukemia for sure.
My mom sent me an e-mail to tell me this. She won't tell me when my own aunt dies (see previous posts for that story), but she tells me when this elder has lukemia. I sent this to her: (I seriously need to quit with the attitude with her but she irritates the devil out of me)
He can't have a transplant as a JW. This means the chances of him dieting are pretty good. This just breaks my heat. How is xxxxxx going to cope? (son) and (daughter) are so close to him. They are taking him somewhere besides Laurel aren't they? Do you remember when Jesus broke the law of the Sabbath to save the life of someone (heal them) and also to save the life of an animal? Why can't we break the blood law to save lives like Jesus did?