While doing work for a client in her office recently, we got into a light discussion about religion. She knew I was one of Jehovah’s Witnesses as our business relationship started while I was still a loyal and believing JW. Anyway, I said something that she knew didn’t quite fit and she said … “ I thought you were one of Jehovah’s Witnesses” … I shared my story … she felt comfortable to confide in me a story as to why, even though she has had dealings with Jehovah’s Witnesses who she thinks are good people, she would never even consider listening to them about their religion.
I asked her if she would write it down for me so that I could share … she agreed.
This is her experience.
When my son was three months old he was displaying medical problems and we took him to Children's Hospital in Milwaukee, WI in 1980. He was admitted into the cancer ward. (Fortunately it turned out that my son didn’t have cancer.)
Of course I wasn’t going to leave my son’s side and I stayed in the hospital with him around the clock.
While there I met a 15 year old boy on that ward that was dying from leukemia, he was a Jehovah’s Witness and his parents denied him a blood transfusion because of their religion.
When he was alone, I would listen to his pain, rock with him and many times I wiped away his tears. As I held him he cried and asked me why his parents would let him die, don’t they love me, why won’t they let me have a transfusion so that I can live?
He told me that he didn’t want to die. He told me that he just wanted to be a normal teenager and that he wanted to play sports.
It was heartbreaking. I had no answer for him. I still can’t comprehend how a parent could withhold lifesaving treatment from their child.
Several of us talked with his parents, we tried to reason with them … but to no avail.
That young man passed away...