Well … My grandma, in her last days, was at Fleury Hospital. The reason for my 911 call was because she lost control of her legs and couldn’t stand up. When the ambulance got there, I asked for her to be transported to the Montreal Jewish General. They told me that with the nurse’s strike (in 1999 ~ also caused by our separatist gov’t at the time), it was better if she went to Fleury, which was closer to my home (at the time) in St-Michel, so I could take care of her (ie: change her diapers and feed her). So I agreed, as long as they were able to serve her in English. “OF COURSE! Everyone’s bilingual there.” As I was new in town, I agreed. And off she went to Fleury.
Well, I should have known better. They were never able to tell me what happened to her legs. They did send in a physiotherapist who was ‘bilingual’. When she spoke to my UNILINGUAL ENGLISH SPEAKING grandmother, she said: “Plis your genoux.” Not only that, she called her by her maiden name which she hadn’t heard in 60 years. I’m sure you can understand that MacDonald in French sounds more like: Maaack Dough Naald. So when they said, “Plis your genoux, madame maaack dough naald”(real fast), instead of “bend your knees, Mrs.Lamoureux”, my grandmother stared at them with a blank look on her face. Physiotherapy was stopped. Why? They said she had ALZHEIMER’S. I argued continuously that she didn’t have Altzheimer’s, she was ANGLOPHONE! I took my case up with the Ombudsman.
I demanded she be transported to the Jewish General, where they could speak English. I was told that I would have to sign her out of the hospital, get her onto public property without their wheelchair, and then call an ambulance for her. Furtheremore, if she died on the way, I would be arrested for manslaughter. I was alone. My family has died. I didn’t have anyone to help. So I left her where she was, close to me. She was brought to the hospital on Canada Day (July 1) and died on September 25. If I had it all over to do again, I would have never listened to the Ambulance technicians.
The worse part of it is … She was always so proud that she still had an alert mind, after all these years. When she finally died, after a bout with MRSA, the cause of death on her death certificate was: Altzheimer’s. I guarantee you, the woman was completely sane, when speaking to me. When speaking English to anyone.
Unfortunately, in a French hospital, if you didn’t understand French, you have lost your mind.
I hope this shines the light a bit onto how deep a cut the joke was. Lives were lost because of it. Death certificates are inaccurate because of it. It’s just not funny. But I’m sure Conan doesn’t know that. So I forgive it.