Day Seventeen: A Map as Your Muse
I did not get a proper image of some places I wanted to imbed. I decided to write about one of them without an image.
I will write about Gander, NL, where we (family) lived for a number of years. Before coming to Gander, we lived in Montreal. In those days the province of Quebec had its own laws.
One of them was an immigrant cannot have private practice until he/she becomes a citizen. My husband came from Chicago where he trained to be an Ophthalmologist.
My husband had two years left to become a citizen. He worked as a resident in Montreal, though he was qualified to practice Ophthalmology.
His boss told him to take a job outside Quebec instead of wasting time as a resident, where he only received $500.00 a month.
He got a job in Gander, his plan was to spend two years and then return to Montreal, get his citizenship and start his private practice.
But someone up there had other ideas. We had barely spent a year, when my husband’s boss, whose practice he was supposed to take over as suggested by him(Doctor Duclos), was killed in an accident in New Brunswick highway.
The whole scenario changed. Things were at a standstill. Then the following year on 29th November my husband had a severe heart attack. He went through all kinds of treatment in St. John’s.
He came home and decided he could not start a private practice, as it would be stressful. So he continued working as a salaried physician.
I was teaching in a local school, it was my third year. I had a tough time adjusting, I never complained and continued to work until I realized one day, my husband was getting sick, we must leave Gander and go to St. John’s where they had enough Cardiologists to look after him.