Mary’s mom came to live in the Big City (Toronto) at the end of the 1950s. She came from her family’s farm in northern Ontario to attend secretarial college and then she landed a job at a large law firm when she finished.
Now, Mary’s mom had never been sick before coming to live in the city. Matter of a fact, she had never visited a doctor before. She was born at home with the help of a midwife. The cold, clear, clean northern air and home grown food helped her siblings and her grow into healthy and happy adults.
Much to her dismay, she came down with a very painful bladder infection during her secretarial studies. A friend gave her the name and address of a general practitioner not far from the college. So, Mary’s mom goes off early the next morning to see the doctor. The doctor examines her and says that she should come back again the next day with a urine sample. He explains to her that she is to use a sterilised jar to collect her urine.
The next day Mary’s mom arrives back at the doctor’s office with a large pickle jar containing all of the urine that she peed in the last 24 hours. A good two-litres worth.
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