The doors of Guelph General Hospital slid open as Taylor Taylor made her way into the emergency waiting room with her husband, Paul Taylor, just behind her. It was 2011 and the two were in their early twenties.
Esperança Da Silva sits in the brown leather recliner in a small, crowded two-bedroom condo in Brampton. She massages the Portuguese equivalent of Voltaren into the back of her knee. The piercing smell of medical ointment pervades the room, but it’s comforting and familiar to both of us. At four-foot-ten, the recliner seems to swallow her whole.