Death itself is a bit of a difficult subject for me. Despite most of my families unhealthy habits including my own, no one that I know has passed away. There have been the occasional deaths of very distant relative that have affected my parents; but no one that I have met or connected with has died. This new unit worries me a little because the truth is, I constantly think about how I will react when someone close to me dies. At the same time, I look forward to learning about the in’s and out’s our own culture’s perspective on death and illness as well as in other cultures. Unlike the majority of my family, I secretly believe death is a very sacred thing because it symbolizes not only the end of a life but the end of a piece of our human existence. Opposite to this slightly dramatic view of death, my ideas on how sickness (depending on its severity) should be treated. If I was bed-ridden in a hospital I would prefer powering through the sickness myself and having occasional visitor such as my immediate family and close friends instead of having constant visits from people I barely even know that only shower me with pity and only accomplish making me feel worse than I did originally.
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