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I'm not a lumberjack or a fur trader. I don't live in an igloo, eat blubber or own a dogsled. I don't know Jimmy Suzie or Sally from Canada, Although I'm certain they're very nice. I have a prime minister, not a president, I speak English and French, not American. And I pronounce it 'about' not 'a-boot.' I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack. I believe in peacekeeping, not policing; Diversity, not assimilation. And that the beaver is a proud and noble animal. A tuque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch. And it's pronounced zed. OK? Not zee. Zed. Canada is the second-largest land mass, the first nation of women's hockey and the best part of North America. My name is Cathy and I am Canadian.
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10:18 PM
Cathy,
Such a sad day. It stays with me far longer than the 24 hours a day holds. It's been four years, and it really hasn't gotten any easier to deal with the grief and the loss for my patients. And,in turn, it leaves me feeling so helpless as a clinician.
~Deb