I was diagnosed with asthma at a young age and spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital. I remember how vigilant and tender the nurses were with my mother and I as they treated me for yet another asthma attack.
From small villages to backwater hamlets, gathering places for the agricultural community have always been my home.
The sun is setting as I circle a house looking for a back entrance to where I’m told a young man lives. Knocking and calling out loudly, I enter a crawl space that doesn’t allow me to stand up straight.
I graduated from nursing at Seneca College in December 1984. During our final student assembly, we had a guest speaker from Toronto’s Mount Sinai Hospital. She was a nurse who worked with patients who experienced pain, mostly oncology patients.
