I never did really believe that it was wrong. It always seemed to me that the fact that blood could save your life went along with the idea of it being sacred. Maybe because I never believed the possibility or the desirability of everlasting life I felt and still feel that life is worth saving in almost any circumstance.
The whole issue of getting a disease from blood is the only thing that has changed my thinking. I would still take blood though if it was the only way to save my life or that of someone I love.
One thing I find ironic is that my oldest brother has the say if anything happens to our parents and he's the one who was disfellowshipped for years and years. Oh well, life is strange. els