I celebrated Family Day with some who couldn’t.
Early Monday afternoon, I drove to an appointment about 200 kilometres from home. Partway down the highway and into the early afternoon of Ontario’s first Feb. 18 holiday, I was diverted to my elderly mother’s Toronto apartment. She had suffered a recent fall, was experiencing a lot of pain and her 84-year-old body wasn’t responding to over-the-counter treatment.
An ambulance arrived about 3:30 p.m. and I met my first Family Day non-celebrants, three EMS paramedics.
“On a scale of one-to-10, Mrs. Barris,” the paramedic asked my mother, “how much pain is there?”