I’m very sorry, I would have loved to give you a new chapter, but this isn’t… RL didn’t allow me much time to write. As I told you a couple of months ago, I’ve started treatment for an artificial insemination. Well what my doctor first told me would be quick and simple turned out to be more difficult. My thyroid level was too high and once I was put on medication to lower it, it had the complete opposite effect and I had to change medication two times before it finally went down to the desired level. Emotionally it drained me and I’m not talking about the side effects said medication brought me. Hopefully my first AI is scheduled for next week and I’m praying to all the Gods known to men that it will work.
And now to the reason why this post is called Heavy Heart… As you might have heard, last Friday the capital of Burkina Faso, Ouagadougou, was hit by terror attacks. 30 people lost their lives. I’m always saddened when such events happens, 9/11, the Paris attaks… But this time it’s different. Out of the 30 victims, 6 were fellow Canadians, fellow Quebecers… 4 members of the same family and two of their friends who were in Burkina Faso doing humanitarian works.
(from right to left) Gladys Chamberlain, Yves Carrier, Charles-Elie Carrier, Maude Carrier, Louis Chabot and Suzanne Bernier, the six Canadian humanitarian workers killed in Ouagadougou
They were all amazing people, exceptionnal human beings. How do I know that? Well I knew some of them. Yves was my old High School’s Vice-Principal. I met his wife Gladys and son Charles-Elie once or twice at some school fonctions. His daughter, Maude, was also a teacher at my High School and the wife of my sister’s favourite teacher. And Louis was my math teacher. Math has never been my favourite subject and I had a very hard time, but Louis never gave up on me and always encouraged me. Because of him and his support, I went from a D to a B. Suzanne Bernier was a retired elementary school principal, I didn’t know her, but some friends of mine went to her school.
Quebec City, my hometown, is known pejoratively as a big village. And as hard it is for me to admit it, in the wake of this tragedy it is true. It’s crazy how many lives they have touched. And what’s even more tragic is that they died helping out people…
Anyway, I know I keep making promises of giving you a new chapter, but don’t give up. You’ll have one soon.