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The room felt small and confining
The walls threatening, we had been asked to leave room 209, a number to be forever engraved on my mind. The recalcitrant nurse had at last understood the condition of my wife, and had finally visited the room, almost 4 hours after being informed that her patient was complaining of lack of oxygen. How could this be?
Our destination in the promised land
We were to go to Cole Harbor, a few miles east of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. The intention of us coming here was that we were to work on the poultry farm of Iris's brother, eventually coming to be joint owners.
Things in life that remain in memory
There are things in one's life that remain in your memory forever, like the hit tune on our honeymoon, Oklahoma, and another was the overwhelming joy I was experiencing on this day. Iris was dressed in a salmon-colored suit, hemline provocatively placed just above the knee, a filmy white blouse, flesh-colored nylons, with white shoes and handbag.
Reporting for duty
When I reported for duty, I was a little overwhelmed, to be told I would be working as the cryptographer in the office of the CCOS (Canadian Chief of the Staff Secretariat). The Official Secrets Act bans me from divulging any more than that.
The night of February twenty-fifth
In the late evening of February twenty-fifth, (that night), the roller coaster for both of us began in earnest. I was awakened by a ringing of the telephone, to be told by the nurse in Chemainus hospital, that Iris had been rushed to the Duncan Hospital, and was admitted to the ICU.
