My little baby-sister, three years younger, Suzane! Or Suzy, or tuti, or kuki, or judi.
She had her heart set on becoming a dentist. She was not accepted into dentistry school. She got into her second choice, Electrical Engineering.
On September 6th, 1996 I was in labor with my first son. It was the first day of classes of her first semester. The phone rang in my hospital room. It was Suzane. Her contagious excitement,
“Guess what Sis.”
” I just got a phone call from McGill University Admissions.”
“One of the 25 students accepted into dentistry dropped out to attend school in the United States.”
“I’m number 26.”
She had to spend the day switching her classes.
She owns a dental clinic just outside montréal. She is the one of the three siblings mainly in charge of taking care of our elderly parents.
Covid-19 comes, they were ordered to shutdown non-essential clinics. But she still has to attend to treating emergencies.
No N95 masks available anytime soon. Her and her husband created this from a bike helmet, welding shield, and a surgical mask underneath.
Our baby, Our Hero