I left the Lie when I was 18, and after a few years, had no qualms about breaking any of the JW rules.
When I was 40, I had a bad miscarriage. I was hemmorhaging (gushing, actually). It was midnight when we got to the Emerg, and the OR didn't open till 7 a.m.. They were trying to wait till morning, instead of calling in an OBGYN to operate in the middle of the night. A blood transfusion was an imminent possibility.
In my drugged-up and confused state, pain, on the drip, etc.,,, I was glad the next day, that my partner was there to sign the permission form. We had discussed it previously (when I made him my NOK), and he knew that I had no qualms - logically - about having a transfusion, BUT
Even after all those years, the blood issue was so ingrained in my psyche, that when I got out of surgery, I was relieved it was not *me* who signed the permission form.
It's a strange feeling, bleeding out ... it doesn't hurt,, you just drift off and feel weaker and weaker ... I think it would be an easy death and escape from pain. If I had been JW at the time, it would have been easy to refuse a transfusion while I was in that state, especially with the support of the "Brothers". xx
Have I said recently, how much I abhor this Death Cult????
(PS - as it turned out, they were able to slow down the bleeding, and did not give me a transfusion. They only give them when you really NEED them, since HIV.)