On New Years Eve morning, my son (28) ex-JW, DA'd 3 years ago, went to see the doctor, he hadn't been feeling well for a while, tired and run down.
They took some blood for a test, at 5:15pm the doctor rang him up to say their was an ambulance on the way his blood count was only 5.7, should be 13. He was very aneamic, which would explain the tiredness. Next day they gave him 2 units of blood and another 2 units the next day. He had no hesitation in accepting the blood.
He wondered how his JW mother would react to him having blood, he was ready with all the arguments. She came to visit with his younger brother. He told her what treatment he had had, his brother sort of held his breath, but she never said a word about it. Nor mention it on other visits. This is a woman who at one time wouldn't buy red coloured sweets because she believed that blood was usued in the colouring, or certain brands of tinned meat, or stock cubes etc.
Incidently she would time her visiting, so that she didn't run into me when I visited.
Another difference was that at the church we both now attend, when I walked in I was inundated with people asking about him. Giving me cards for him. They even prayed for him during the service. Also he had many from the church visit him in hospital.
I remember when I was very ill, for about 2 weeks, when I was a JW. When I went back to the KH most of them didn't even notice I hadn't been there. One Elder said "You missed a couple of important meetings" even he didn't know I had been ill, and I was a MS!!
Anyway my son is now recovered, his blood count was up to 11 by the time he left hospital, and they have put him on a course of iron tablets.