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La Chasse aux Étoiles 3 – Gisele Joseph
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On March 3, 1971, I arrived in Quebec, pregnant with my last son. I arrived in the middle of the storm of the century. I had never seen so much snow. I had never known such cold. I was arriving in a country I did not yet know, with the hope of practicing medicine there and building a new life for my family. One day, I had seen an advertisement from the Quebec government: the province lacked skilled labor and was seeking health professionals. I was a doctor. With my husband Occem and our six children, from baby to teenager, we had decided to embark on the adventure. But on the day of departure, my children were not with me. Despite the assurances received during the immigration process, their visas had not been issued in time. I had to leave them behind. They only joined me six months later. Six months for a mother without her children is hell. I did not yet know that the storm that welcomed me that March 3, 1971 would not be the most difficult of my life. Racism was at its peak. It was the era of Mesrine. The government that sought health professionals no longer recognized my medical degree. They spoke of my diploma as a "banana republic diploma." So I started over. I studied. I took their exams. And I passed them with the highest honors. Then life struck me again. My husband Occem died of cancer. In my account, an experimental chemotherapy dose far too strong was administered to him at Santa Cabrini Hospital. Three days after his hospitalization, he was dead. I became a widow with six children to raise. I raised them alone. I never had a man in my life again. No new husband, no companion. Until my last day, my family was my life. At 88, my story ended in a CHSLD in Scarborough. According to my family's account, my oxygen supply was voluntarily interrupted there. I died on July 25. But my death is not the end of my story. Because somewhere, beyond this life, there remain two children I must find again: my son Jimmy and my daughter Adeline, the twin of one of my boys who died a few months after his birth. I crossed a country. I crossed the cold. I crossed racism. I crossed grief. I crossed 88 years of hardship. Now, one last frontier remains for me to cross. I set out in search of my children.
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