And after that we had an immunity.
After about three weeks of his fasting we were thoroughly tired of
hearing John's cathartic howls, tired of nursing a sick person. We
needed a break. John at this point could walk a bit and was feeling
a lot better. John had previously water fasted for 30 days and knew
the drill very well. So we stocked up the vitamin C bottle by his
bed and went to town for the weekend to stay in a motel and see a
movie. As they say in the Canadian backwoods, we were bushed.
John had promised to be good. But as soon as we left he decided that
since he felt so very much better, he could break his fast. He knew
how to do this and fortunately for him, (it was very much premature
for John to eat) did it more or less correctly, only eating small
quantities of raw fruits and vegetables. But by the time we got back
home three days later, John had relapsed. The pain was rapidly
getting much worse; the sores were growing again and a few small new
ones appeared. Dr. Isabelle again took away his food and gave him
another verbal spanking a little more severe than the one he'd had a
few weeks earlier and put him to bed again without his supper.
After two more weeks on water, John had gained a great deal on the
sores. They were filling in and weren't oozing pus, looked clean and
the new forming meat looked a healthy pink instead of purple-black.
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