Kincaid, Jamaica. My Brother. USA Edition. San Val, 1997
In this book I tell the story of my experience before, during, and after my brother, Devon, is admitted in a hospital in Antigua after contracting HIV. In the beginning of the book, I delve into my childhood by exploring my life complications when I used to live in Antigua. Devon was the only one among my mother's four children that was not born in a hospital. The hospital was appalling. It is not just the hospital. It is the general health care in Antigua. I had to bring a special medication made for AIDS patients called AZT from the states since they did not have it in Antigua. The hospital is extremely dirty and mismanaged. Devon was isolated because of his condition, this is the same for every other AIDS patient. One good thing that came from my brother's illness is the fact that I realized I loved him. I guess I always knew that I loved him but it was not until I saw him in the state he was, that I truly openly said it to him. Devon was surprised when I told him I loved him but he was happy in the end and replied kindly. With the help of AZT and other western medication, Devon was starting to feel better and was discharged from the hospital.
"I felt myself being swallowed up in a large vapor of sadness...I became afraid that he would die before I saw him again...It surprised me that I loved him; I could see that was what I was feeling, love for him, and it surprised me because I did not know him at all."
- Kincaid never liked her brother's morals nor his daily practices. She was distant from him her entire life and when she finally faced him again, she realizes that she really does love him.
“I had said to him that nothing good ever could come of his being so ill, but all the same I wanted to thank him for making me realize that I loved him” (21)
- People don't really miss the things they have until they don't have it anymore. Its a good thing Kincaid realized that she loved her brother before it was too late.
“I missed him. I missed seeing him suffer. I missed felling sorry that in the midst of some large thing and hoping he would emerge from it changed for the better. I did not love him.” (57-58)
- As Devon's condition improved, Kincaid grew less and less fond of him. She was starting to take him for granted again.
To be honest, I was not surprised at all when the author said she really did love her brother. Even though Devon has been nothing short of a disappointment to her and their family, he is still her brother which makes her forced by nature to love him. In my opinion, I believe this to be true for every family. No matter how screwed up it is. I personally can't say anything about this matter because thankfully, I never had a family member that I hated. But if there was, I am certain that I would be able to forgive them. No matter what they did.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
HW #21 b- T/W Comments
To Amanda:
I liked how you connection with what Beth had done for Erik and what you would want if you were ever admitted in a hospital. Like you, I also found it interesting how Erik was protected and discouraged from thinking about death. I also liked your thoughts on why Beth feels upset every time she sees anyone injured/sick.
I also liked how you ended your blog by pondering whether Beth was relieved/grateful that her husband died the way he died instead of something less painful such as a coma.
One thing i think you should include in your next blog is how you would have reacted if someone is your family was diagnosed with cancer (God forbid). Just try to make it more personal.
Overall, a really good blog. Keep it up. :)
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Amanda Pagano (classmate)
Hey Abdullah,
I think it is interesting that you felt/feel that "Erik’s fight with cancer truly motivated me to do something with my life instead of just wasting time in front of the almighty computer monitor." I find this to be interesting because I myself had a moment when I felt this way, but it swiftly passed, I don’t know if lifestyles can be changed that quickly but it would be fascinating to find out if they could and for how long the lifestyle can be altered. I am curious to know why/how hearing Beth speak about how she and Evan helped Erik motivated you.
-Amanda
Spencer Elliot (Friend)
I like what you said about illness as "a cold or a broken arm" rather than a fatal condition. It really makes me think about people's expectations of disease and how they change upon themselves or loved ones being diagnosed with a fatal illness.
Sarwar Sarker (Father)
Us human being should be there for each other, I am glad that you have same feelings as Ms. Bernett has for her husband. However, it is not clear to me as you said "made me feel a sudden appreciation for how valuable my health really is", in fact cancer may affect anyone and how we all should fight to keep patients such as Erik alive is important. You should focus on how we can contribute for similar victims.
I liked how you connection with what Beth had done for Erik and what you would want if you were ever admitted in a hospital. Like you, I also found it interesting how Erik was protected and discouraged from thinking about death. I also liked your thoughts on why Beth feels upset every time she sees anyone injured/sick.
I also liked how you ended your blog by pondering whether Beth was relieved/grateful that her husband died the way he died instead of something less painful such as a coma.
One thing i think you should include in your next blog is how you would have reacted if someone is your family was diagnosed with cancer (God forbid). Just try to make it more personal.
Overall, a really good blog. Keep it up. :)
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Amanda Pagano (classmate)
Hey Abdullah,
I think it is interesting that you felt/feel that "Erik’s fight with cancer truly motivated me to do something with my life instead of just wasting time in front of the almighty computer monitor." I find this to be interesting because I myself had a moment when I felt this way, but it swiftly passed, I don’t know if lifestyles can be changed that quickly but it would be fascinating to find out if they could and for how long the lifestyle can be altered. I am curious to know why/how hearing Beth speak about how she and Evan helped Erik motivated you.
-Amanda
Spencer Elliot (Friend)
I like what you said about illness as "a cold or a broken arm" rather than a fatal condition. It really makes me think about people's expectations of disease and how they change upon themselves or loved ones being diagnosed with a fatal illness.
Sarwar Sarker (Father)
Us human being should be there for each other, I am glad that you have same feelings as Ms. Bernett has for her husband. However, it is not clear to me as you said "made me feel a sudden appreciation for how valuable my health really is", in fact cancer may affect anyone and how we all should fight to keep patients such as Erik alive is important. You should focus on how we can contribute for similar victims.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
HW #21 - Expert #1
• Together 24/7
• Asymptomatic
• Clinical Trials
• Wanted to be treated as a person instead of a disease
• Did not want to be just another number
• Palliative care
• Hallucinations
It is never easy to talk about a loved one that has passed away, I speak from experience, and therefore, I applaud Beth Bernett for her courage and valiancy. Beth shared with the class the stories of how her husband, Erik Wood, met at a blind date and fell in love at first sight. After decades of living happily together and having two kids, Erik was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Erik was asymptomatic for a substantial period of time before he was diagnosed so he never directly expressed any discomfort which did not give his family members to be truly prepared for what was coming. Erik was placed under clinical trials and he was responding fairly well until things started to look bad. Beth mentioned how they never talked about death or dying. This struck me as really interesting since people normally want to settle their affairs, write/dictate their wills, discuss burial rituals, etc. “I didn’t even know if he wanted to be buried. He wasn’t for the record.”
Beth talked about how she tried to make her husband’s room in the hospital as homely as possible by making art with her children. She did not want people to look at Erik as a disease and pity him, she wanted visitors to look at him as the same person they knew and loved before he was diagnosed. Beth mentioned treating everyone from the doctors to the x-ray technician compassionately and respectfully. I thought that was an incredibly important life lesson. Don’t just treat people as someone who can do something for you. Treat them as someone who has a life, family, feelings and emotions. She also mentioned how when her younger son, Evan, was sick last week, the people at the hospital were more helpful and friendly to them then they would have been if they weren’t known in the hospital as a kind and caring family.
At the point at which Erik could only have been subsidized by palliative care, Beth took it upon herself and Evan to take care of him on his last days instead of having a stranger come in and look after their husband and father. Her older son, Josh, was very close to Erik and Josh was depicted as a “gentle soul” and therefore he was forced to stay at his dormitories instead of taking care of his father. Beth believed that it was best for him because the grief would be too much and Josh might have ended up in a hospital himself. I completely agree with Beth’s decision. The fact that she was able look after her dying husband still take care of her boys seemed astonishing and remarkable to me.
Listening to Beth talk about how she helped her husband do tasks like going to the bathroom every day, made me feel a sudden appreciation for how valuable my health really is. When I think of illness, it is always something such as a cold or a broken arm but I never think of anything fatal. Erik’s fight with cancer truly motivated me to do something with my life instead of just wasting time in front of the almighty computer monitor. Some people say illness is a gift. I both agree and disagree with that statement. Learning about Erik’s life was sort of a gift to me, especially since the story was somewhat connected to me since I’d like to consider myself as one of Evan’s closest friends. On the other hand, the millions of people (and their families) that died of cancer probably disagree. Yes, they did learn to cherish their lives, but at what price? I think Beth Bernett did a noble job by sharing her story with us. I think it is a much better way of remembering someone instead of the traditional way; lamenting and mourning over the deceased’s old possessions.
• Asymptomatic
• Clinical Trials
• Wanted to be treated as a person instead of a disease
• Did not want to be just another number
• Palliative care
• Hallucinations
It is never easy to talk about a loved one that has passed away, I speak from experience, and therefore, I applaud Beth Bernett for her courage and valiancy. Beth shared with the class the stories of how her husband, Erik Wood, met at a blind date and fell in love at first sight. After decades of living happily together and having two kids, Erik was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Erik was asymptomatic for a substantial period of time before he was diagnosed so he never directly expressed any discomfort which did not give his family members to be truly prepared for what was coming. Erik was placed under clinical trials and he was responding fairly well until things started to look bad. Beth mentioned how they never talked about death or dying. This struck me as really interesting since people normally want to settle their affairs, write/dictate their wills, discuss burial rituals, etc. “I didn’t even know if he wanted to be buried. He wasn’t for the record.”
Beth talked about how she tried to make her husband’s room in the hospital as homely as possible by making art with her children. She did not want people to look at Erik as a disease and pity him, she wanted visitors to look at him as the same person they knew and loved before he was diagnosed. Beth mentioned treating everyone from the doctors to the x-ray technician compassionately and respectfully. I thought that was an incredibly important life lesson. Don’t just treat people as someone who can do something for you. Treat them as someone who has a life, family, feelings and emotions. She also mentioned how when her younger son, Evan, was sick last week, the people at the hospital were more helpful and friendly to them then they would have been if they weren’t known in the hospital as a kind and caring family.
At the point at which Erik could only have been subsidized by palliative care, Beth took it upon herself and Evan to take care of him on his last days instead of having a stranger come in and look after their husband and father. Her older son, Josh, was very close to Erik and Josh was depicted as a “gentle soul” and therefore he was forced to stay at his dormitories instead of taking care of his father. Beth believed that it was best for him because the grief would be too much and Josh might have ended up in a hospital himself. I completely agree with Beth’s decision. The fact that she was able look after her dying husband still take care of her boys seemed astonishing and remarkable to me.
Listening to Beth talk about how she helped her husband do tasks like going to the bathroom every day, made me feel a sudden appreciation for how valuable my health really is. When I think of illness, it is always something such as a cold or a broken arm but I never think of anything fatal. Erik’s fight with cancer truly motivated me to do something with my life instead of just wasting time in front of the almighty computer monitor. Some people say illness is a gift. I both agree and disagree with that statement. Learning about Erik’s life was sort of a gift to me, especially since the story was somewhat connected to me since I’d like to consider myself as one of Evan’s closest friends. On the other hand, the millions of people (and their families) that died of cancer probably disagree. Yes, they did learn to cherish their lives, but at what price? I think Beth Bernett did a noble job by sharing her story with us. I think it is a much better way of remembering someone instead of the traditional way; lamenting and mourning over the deceased’s old possessions.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
HW 19
Although having been raised in a family that has a very deep faith in religion but now living in a society that tries to segregate religion, my opinions on illness and dying are quite similar to that of my parents’ and my grandparents’. There are many differences but there are far more similarities than I expected. Having thoroughly discussed illness and dying with my father, I have come to the conclusion that no matter where you were educated or how well you were educated, you will always have a similar idea to how things work and how they should work. Like every religious person, my parents have a strong faith in the power of prayer. Besides prayer, my parents don’t have any respect for any other holistic treatments. Unlike most religious people however; they have a lot of confidence in allopathic treatments.
Treatments such as therapists and psychologists are some of the holistic examples that my dad absolutely despises. He believes that people spend too much time determined on letting other people fix their lives that they forget that they are the ones in control. They are “Brain washing and mind controlling schemes” according to my dad. He also says therapists and psychologists just leech money from people who are desperate and give them answers that the patients want to hear. I completely agree with my dad but I also think that just because therapists and psychologists play mind trick, doesn’t mean they aren’t helpful. If a person is having suicidal thoughts and a shrink is able to help him by using mind tricks, then why not? I see nothing wrong with that.
My family has had complete faith in allopathic medicine for generations. My grandfather was a surgeon and his father was also a doctor. My sister is also studying medicine in college and she aspires to be either a surgeon or just a hospitalist. Even though I’ve never been admitted to the hospital for more than a day, I have full confidence in the work they do. This may sound hypocritical, but my family and I also try to keep away from powerful medicine. Not because we don’t trust it but because of the possible side effects and also because you should always try and have as less chemicals as you can in your body.
When I asked my dad about what he thought about dying and how he would like to die, he closed his eyes and was quiet for a while. I thought he fell asleep or something but after I nudged him a little he simply said, “I am trying to remember something”. He could not recall where the quote he was trying to remember was from but it was, “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.” I later looked up the quote and it is by Isaac Asimov. He confessed to me that he didn’t want a painful death. I didn’t question him about this since he is older and a lot more experienced with death than me. He suffered through the deaths of both of his parents and he knew how it would feel when I went through the same thing.
Treatments such as therapists and psychologists are some of the holistic examples that my dad absolutely despises. He believes that people spend too much time determined on letting other people fix their lives that they forget that they are the ones in control. They are “Brain washing and mind controlling schemes” according to my dad. He also says therapists and psychologists just leech money from people who are desperate and give them answers that the patients want to hear. I completely agree with my dad but I also think that just because therapists and psychologists play mind trick, doesn’t mean they aren’t helpful. If a person is having suicidal thoughts and a shrink is able to help him by using mind tricks, then why not? I see nothing wrong with that.
My family has had complete faith in allopathic medicine for generations. My grandfather was a surgeon and his father was also a doctor. My sister is also studying medicine in college and she aspires to be either a surgeon or just a hospitalist. Even though I’ve never been admitted to the hospital for more than a day, I have full confidence in the work they do. This may sound hypocritical, but my family and I also try to keep away from powerful medicine. Not because we don’t trust it but because of the possible side effects and also because you should always try and have as less chemicals as you can in your body.
When I asked my dad about what he thought about dying and how he would like to die, he closed his eyes and was quiet for a while. I thought he fell asleep or something but after I nudged him a little he simply said, “I am trying to remember something”. He could not recall where the quote he was trying to remember was from but it was, “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.” I later looked up the quote and it is by Isaac Asimov. He confessed to me that he didn’t want a painful death. I didn’t question him about this since he is older and a lot more experienced with death than me. He suffered through the deaths of both of his parents and he knew how it would feel when I went through the same thing.
Monday, November 29, 2010
HW 18
Every year that I have spent in the United States, I have received the same hype for Thanksgiving as the last. Since Thanksgiving is the only original American holiday, I have noticed that a lot of people here like getting very excited over it. This behavior is not at all weird since it involves eating and putting of your problems to another time with no immediate solution to them. I guess you can say that people deserve a break from all the problems that are going on at the moment. What amuses me is that the way Americans choose to give themselves that break. By inviting all their close relatives to a dinner that they would usually not be able to afford and then spend the rest of the day watching television or playing sports outside. How is that different from any other Saturday or Sunday? I guess the difference would be that the dinner is far more body-centered than any weekend dinner but I guess that’s justifiable since Americans could always use more comfort food.
If you haven’t guessed already, my family doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. Which is weird since my understanding of the origins of Thanksgiving is; the Pilgrims and Indians sharing food. (This might come off as offensive) Even though I am not the right type of Indian, I do not recall being invited to anyone’s Thanksgiving dinner party. Maybe it was because they all know that my family would not attend even if we were invited. Or maybe it was because in the past, my family is known to ignore all pointless gatherings where the only purpose was to “have fun”. Whenever I tell this to people, they always look at my family and I as unsocial. In no way is this true. We love talking to people. When there is an actual point. Otherwise, it is just a waste of time.
I just realized that I have written what I would consider two paragraphs without even addressing the question for this blog entry. How was my Thanksgiving experience? I woke up at 11PM and spent the entire day doing SAT practice problems. At around 3PM I had a very satisfactory lunch and continued to do SAT practice until 5PM. Then I put on my video game pants and got ready for my daily Call of Duty session. I was quite disappointed since all the people I usually play with were wasting time somewhere else instead. I had to fall back to my foreign friends (It’s funny that I refer to people from my own country as foreigners now). I stopped playing at around 7PM and was getting ready for bed since I had to wake up the next day at 4AM for Black Friday. That brings me to my favorite part of Thanksgiving. Black Friday. The one American tradition that I have no complaints on.
In conclusion, my Thanksgiving was more of an anti-body experience than a body-centered one. Which means that I tried spending my time according to what would be better for my mind. In no way do I say that I succeeded, but “I tried my best”.
If you haven’t guessed already, my family doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. Which is weird since my understanding of the origins of Thanksgiving is; the Pilgrims and Indians sharing food. (This might come off as offensive) Even though I am not the right type of Indian, I do not recall being invited to anyone’s Thanksgiving dinner party. Maybe it was because they all know that my family would not attend even if we were invited. Or maybe it was because in the past, my family is known to ignore all pointless gatherings where the only purpose was to “have fun”. Whenever I tell this to people, they always look at my family and I as unsocial. In no way is this true. We love talking to people. When there is an actual point. Otherwise, it is just a waste of time.
I just realized that I have written what I would consider two paragraphs without even addressing the question for this blog entry. How was my Thanksgiving experience? I woke up at 11PM and spent the entire day doing SAT practice problems. At around 3PM I had a very satisfactory lunch and continued to do SAT practice until 5PM. Then I put on my video game pants and got ready for my daily Call of Duty session. I was quite disappointed since all the people I usually play with were wasting time somewhere else instead. I had to fall back to my foreign friends (It’s funny that I refer to people from my own country as foreigners now). I stopped playing at around 7PM and was getting ready for bed since I had to wake up the next day at 4AM for Black Friday. That brings me to my favorite part of Thanksgiving. Black Friday. The one American tradition that I have no complaints on.
In conclusion, my Thanksgiving was more of an anti-body experience than a body-centered one. Which means that I tried spending my time according to what would be better for my mind. In no way do I say that I succeeded, but “I tried my best”.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
HW 17 Initial Thoughts on Illness and Dying Unit
Illnesses and deaths are a part of everyone’s life. Everyone I know has at some point gotten sick in their life. I do not personally know anyone that has died from an illness except my grandparents. My grandfather on my dad’s side died from a heart attack and my grandmother, also from my dad’s side, died from kidney cancer. My grandmother on my mom’s side also died from a heart attack. As for illnesses, thankfully, none of my close family members have even been seriously ill and neither have I. We all had the occasional fever and runny noise every winter but nothing serious. As far as I can remember, I have only been to the hospital as a patient once in my life. That was because I had accidently ran right through a glass door and I had to get 83 stitches on my thigh. I still have the scars to prove it! I also remember having chicken pox when I was around 8 or 9 years old. I had to be isolated inside my room since chicken pox is extremely contagious. My mom would bring me food and water and leave it outside the door. Fortunately I had an attached bathroom with my room so it wasn’t all bad. I also got to skip school for 2 weeks which is always a plus.
As I said before, my family has never been seriously ill before and therefore I have been taught to look at illness as something that you should never have to go through. If either my sister or I fall ill, my parents look at it as if it was our own fault so we deserved it. Until last year, my entire immediate family would eat the same meals when we were at home. So, if only one of us was sick, it had to be because of something that person did wrong. If anyone in my family gets sick, we still get the same care any other family would give their loved ones but we also get a lecture so we try and never be sick again. I have been taught to look at death as a stage in life that everyone eventually has to go through. Since my family and I believe in heaven and hell, I have also been taught to look at death as a judgment call. Which basically connotes to; do not be too attached to life since you will eventually have to let go.
Death is something that scares everyone. I am no exception to that fear. People try extremely hard to try and please everyone around them. Most of the students in my grade are trying extremely hard to improve their grades so they will be able to go to a good college and have a successful life. Sometimes I question these norms that everyone has created for themselves. Why are we working so hard? We all know that we will eventually have to die and none of this will matter anymore. So why am I sitting in the train right now writing this essay the day it is due? If my grades do go up and I get into of the best colleges, and lead a successful life, meaning I have a lot of money, I will still die and that money will not account for anything. “The one who dies with the most toys, still dies” I read this quote in our social studies class last week and it really got me thinking about what my life goals should be. Does it really matter that I died rich? No. It doesn’t. So I have decided to use whatever money I have earned and saved up in my lifetime for something that will benefit other people for years to come.
As I said before, my family has never been seriously ill before and therefore I have been taught to look at illness as something that you should never have to go through. If either my sister or I fall ill, my parents look at it as if it was our own fault so we deserved it. Until last year, my entire immediate family would eat the same meals when we were at home. So, if only one of us was sick, it had to be because of something that person did wrong. If anyone in my family gets sick, we still get the same care any other family would give their loved ones but we also get a lecture so we try and never be sick again. I have been taught to look at death as a stage in life that everyone eventually has to go through. Since my family and I believe in heaven and hell, I have also been taught to look at death as a judgment call. Which basically connotes to; do not be too attached to life since you will eventually have to let go.
Death is something that scares everyone. I am no exception to that fear. People try extremely hard to try and please everyone around them. Most of the students in my grade are trying extremely hard to improve their grades so they will be able to go to a good college and have a successful life. Sometimes I question these norms that everyone has created for themselves. Why are we working so hard? We all know that we will eventually have to die and none of this will matter anymore. So why am I sitting in the train right now writing this essay the day it is due? If my grades do go up and I get into of the best colleges, and lead a successful life, meaning I have a lot of money, I will still die and that money will not account for anything. “The one who dies with the most toys, still dies” I read this quote in our social studies class last week and it really got me thinking about what my life goals should be. Does it really matter that I died rich? No. It doesn’t. So I have decided to use whatever money I have earned and saved up in my lifetime for something that will benefit other people for years to come.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
HW 11 - Final Food Project 1
Experiential
For the last part of the food unit, I decided to put the things that I had learnt by reading Omnivore's Dilemma and by watching Food Inc. into action. Both the book and the movie stressed the point that industrial production of food is a cruel and unhealthy system. So for the last leg of this unit, I decided to not eat anything for 72 hours that is made in an industrial factory. This included all kinds of meat, vegetables and fruits grown with pesticides, dairy products from industrialized animals, and eggs from industrialized chickens. This may sound preposterous and extremely difficult but to be honest, it wasn't.
I started my special diet from Friday and I ended it today (Sunday). Being raised in a family who always eat meat for lunch and dinner, it was quite difficult for me to convince my parents that I would be a vegetarian. My job got a lot harder because my sister was coming home from college and we would be celebrating her "outstanding success" my going out to a restaurant. In the restaurant my mom was getting quite annoyed with me because I would not touch any of the food since I did not know where it came from but I was pretty sure that it was industrialized food. So to be on the safe side, I didn't eat any of the meat. I really didn't want my whole family to be angry and upset so I decided to eat some Nan bread with lentil. I figured those had to be hand made for the most part. Right?
I was really hungry when I got home that night and my family talking about how delicious the meal was did not help. I went straight up to my room, played some video games and went to bed. I did not want to think about how hungry I was. I woke up very late on Saturday. I had completely forgotten about me being a "non industrialized food eater" and was about to go eat some breakfast when my mom reminded me (very pointedly) about my diet. She also said that we didn't have any food that would (and I quote) "fit the majesty's liking". But to my surprise my dad had woken up really early and gone down to the Grand Army Plaza green-market and would be coming back any minute. I was really happy when I heard this because I felt as if I had accomplished something great! I had inspired my dad to eat healthy! My mom didn't really like this since she had a whole meal planned that we would be eating as a family which is a rare occasion since my sister lives in long island.
My dad had come back with enough groceries to last the weekend! He also added that if I wanted to turn into a permanent vegan, I would need to go look for a job since the groceries were really expensive compared to our normal ordeal. Since my mom was overpowered, she had given up trying to change my mind and started cooking our lunch with the new groceries and I made breakfast for everyone. Breakfast was a little different since I couldn't eat cereal, I made everyone omelettes and just a glass of milk with one tablespoon of sugar. My family wasn't really satisfied with the meager meals at the end of the day but I felt pretty happy that I was able to share my experience with my entire family.
After my near 72 hour diet I really didn't feel any different. Some people say (especially in my country) that they cannot survive without eating food X everyday. I used to think the same, I didn't think it would be possible for me to survive without meat for 3 days. It was a little difficult since I didn't have my mom's full support because she did cook meat on Sunday for lunch and it was just torture not to bite into a big chicken drumstick. This experience really made me think of my food values in ways that I never thought of before. I don't think I can ever be a vegetarian for life let alone a vegan. Maybe if I changed up my diet every month or so to be the same as the one i had for the last 72 hours, I could possibly get used to eat and one day not really on meat and cheap food so much.
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