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Medical Memoirs

Bill 96: If you don’t want to do something, one reason is as good as another

My maternal grandparents came to Canada from what is now the Ukraine, in the early 1920’s. My grandfather was sent a ticket by his cousin, my great-uncle Simcha. My grandmother and her four sisters were brought by his wife, my great-aunt Adelle. How they managed to save all that money while working sweatshop jobs in four or five years I… Read More »Bill 96: If you don’t want to do something, one reason is as good as another

Calamity ware: What’s in a plate?

When I was a little girl my Bubbie and her sisters, my great Aunties, got me a miniature tea set as a present. It was very special, a full set of dishes made of real china, in the classic Blue Willow pattern. I loved that set, and was only allowed to use it on special occasions and under supervision. I… Read More »Calamity ware: What’s in a plate?

The Bubbie business

Bubbie! Bubbie! Bubbie! came the excited cries as my three grandchildren rocketed into the house as my husband and I were putting the finishing touches on our Friday night dinner. This was the first time we have been able to have the whole of our Montreal family here together since the beginning of the pandemic. The children were happy to… Read More »The Bubbie business

Chocolate cake: a medical metaphor

Chocolate cake has always been important to me. Well, in fact, chocolate in general has played a pretty central role in my life. When I was a child my mother, who was generally a terrible cook, had a yummy chocolate cake recipe that she modified from her friend Maytie’s, by swapping out the milk for orange juice. This had the… Read More »Chocolate cake: a medical metaphor

Conflicts of Interest

So up front, I want to say that many names and details have been changed in this story, but sadly, mostly not to protect the innocent. One of the joys of practice when I still did full-service family medicine was to have whole families under my care. I loved seeing parents and children, knowing the grandparents, aunties and uncles. It… Read More »Conflicts of Interest

You used to buzz me on my pager

“Don’t park in the back; park in the Maxi’s lot,” I text my daughter from the restaurant table. “There you are. I can see you through the window. Look a bit to the left!” How many texts like this have I sent? How often have I sent clarifications, instructions, amendments to plans on the fly? I wonder how we ever… Read More »You used to buzz me on my pager