I did a lot and still got the talking to about doing more.
One thing that hurt the most was when I was helping a family who had a member dying at home. This family was deaf - all of them - two sisters and their husbands who lived next door to each other. At the same time there was a elder dying at home. He got all the visits and support. My family got nothing so I asked an elder if something could be arranged. They arranged for 2 visits both from elder's wives who came once each. So I spent a lot of time there. I would be up all night with her and then go home in the morning to get the kids off to school and then I would sleep. This went on for about 2 weeks when I got a talking to about not going out in service and missing a couple of meetings (I stayed with her while the family could get to a meeting.
According to the elders my first priority should have been the service and my time with this family was not worth spending time on. My elder/husband wasn't pleased either since I was gone by bedtime and he wasn't getting his "due".
I dug my heels in and told them I would not stop helping this family. The woman only lived a couple of more weeks and I was there when she died with her sister and I holding her hands as she took her last breaths. Then I had to call the paramedics, the elders, and my husband. I was there to do the translating for it all.
I do not regret helping this family even though it was so hard to watch her waste away and die. But I would take that over service any day.
For the elders or anyone else to say it didn't count was beyond my ability to understand. It was just wrong. If Christ was there I think I know who he would be angry with. I didn't do this for praise or glory. I did it because it was the right thing to do. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.
By this time I was pretty disillusioned with the WTS and JWs and was shortly after this that I made my great escape.